The #onegoodcup Project: Mindful Monday

I’ve just come inside from enjoying a cup of coffee outside, in my front yard. It was about 20 minutes after 8, and dark has settled in. The wind was whispering and sighing through the big pines at the end of the property, and a half moon played peekaboo with the scudding clouds. Crickets and nightbirds. My neighbor talking to his television. Flags billowing at two houses across the quiet country road – the same road where I grew up. Off in the distance, an occasional car, and the sound of a train in the distance, out on Coons Crossing and Usher’s Road, where I know the tree frogs and bullfrogs are sounding off.

I’m intimately connected to this place, to its sights and sounds and smells and textures – to its life. I sent countless hours outside after dark, when I was a girl. We played tag and statues, hide and seek and kick the can, my siblings and I. We laid in the freshly mown grass, breathing in green.

I’d forgotten, in some ways, what the evening breezes feel like against my face.

How often, I wonder, is that true? How much of our simple childhood joys have we forgotten, in our oh-so-busy adult lives?

How much can we be renewed, by remembering?

I owe this returning awareness to Amy Kennedy, and the fact that she shared the realization she made during her staycation, when she discovered herself not able to even settle long enough to enjoy a single cup of coffee, and realized that there was something wrong with that…

She decided to do something about it, and to blog about it, and the #onegoodcup project  was born.

The idea, like many wonderful concepts, is simple. Each day, enjoy a cup of coffee or tea – without devices, without to-do lists (which I wrote about last week).

I think it’s was a beautiful idea. Just reading about it was a fresh breeze in my mind, and my soul. I decided that I would begin that afternoon, and that, when I can, I’ll have not only a morning cup this way, but also an evening one- bracketing my day with the opportunity for mindfulness.

I’ve made it a priority for the last several mornings, and I’ve missed only one afternoon. I took my Intentions Journal outside for that first cuppa, and, while randomly jotting what came to mind, I remembered that I bought two themed journals during our Oregon vacation in February, simply because I liked the covers, they would support local causes, and – well, they were …small enough to fit in my carry-on luggage, since we weren’t checking any bags, and I have a long and abiding passion for paper, books, and journals.

After I finished that first cup, I went looking in my study, and there they were, tumbled into a basket, forgotten no more – waiting for me, and my words and thoughts.

Here’s a bit from my first morning writing session, with a cup of coffee and my first journal…

“This feels a little uncomfortable, maybe even unnatural, but that’s okay. Often, growth feels that way.

Quote of the Day – “Who looks outside dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” – Carl Jung (I got the quote from further into the journal; it’s got some yoga-centric quotes and art, and I happen to like Jung).

I like this quote, because I’ve always been inward-focused in an outward-focused world.

So much of what happens in my life in internal, often invisible from the outside. It’s not a sparkling clean house and yard, a put-together look, a fancy car and kids with lots of trophies and awards.

It’s a rich internal vein, growth and change beneath the surface, small or enormous inner shiftings that make me….

What?

More myself? More real? More human?

Happier, and more centered, for sure. Better at being me, and allowing others the space to be who and as they are…”

That was just the thought that was at the top of my mind, then, but it wouldn’t have been there, if I hadn’t given it the space and time to be born…

And that speaks to me about mindfulness. We can’t be as mindful if we’re rushing around, never slowing or stopping, never giving ourselves time or space to – well, just to be. To think, to ponder, to feel.

So much of popular culture in ‘first-world’ nature is about doing, accomplishing, having something to show for our time and life.

But there’s so much more to life. There’s what’s beneath the surface, hidden.

And that’s us, too, as much as all the stuff other people notice.

I’m becoming a bit more aware of that, with every good cup I enjoy….

How about you? Do you have times when you allow yourself to simply be? To think and feel as you do, without any goal? Do you find something compelling in #onegoodcup? Will you join us, and discover yourself?

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Growing Pains: May 24 (oops, 25th!), 2015

ROWin’ and Growin’….

When you were a kid, did you ever experience growing pains? You know, those intense aches in arms and legs that just wouldn’t quit? That made it hard to run and play and – well, be a KID?

I did. My daughter’s having them now – not so much the physical pains, but the almost-eleven-is- just-HARD-to-be-pains….I can commiserate, and hug her lots, and be with her, and give her space, and offer suggestions – but I can’t take the pangs and sting of growing up away. I’ve got no magic want to make her little enough to fit on my lap or in my womb again, and none to make her grown enough to be past this awkward, big-and-little, body-faster-than-the-brain place she’s in right now…

All I can do is love her (imperfectly, because perfect I’m NOT!) while I experience other growing pains she won’t know for decades, yet – the surge of purpose and angst that can come at midlife…when menopause collides with big ideas and new perspectives…

The most important growth is never without discomfort…

My most recent Story a Day tales:

The Big Scoop on what I’ve been up to this week is at Second Serving Sunday!

My updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.

Writing:

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. Reread all background material for the 3 POV characters: Donovan, Ava, and Karina. This is a secondary goal for the rest of the month Next up: Complete Rock Your Plot  Premise Testing Exercises; set plot/pinch points for all.

Draft 31 Story a Day May Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 22/31 stories drafted, and over 67,0000K new words since the beginning of May. A little behind, right now – the May 22 story is proving both long AND recalcitrant…I’ll keep working on it along with new ones. Next up, drafting remaining 9 daily stories; completing notes and transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas.

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit. Rereading scenes and notes, compiling revision planning notes; nothing new this session: 2/16 scenes complete. Organic adaptations to general to-do list for next revision pass. Next up: Continue rereading scenes and notes; create revision pass plan.

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Yes!
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Nothing new. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, a post for each day’s #StaD story. Post stories,snippets, story sparks; or related essays on progress or process. 22/31. Mostly stories and snippets. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 6/5 days; 5/3 yard/declutter. Mellow to moderate activity level here, good mix of indoor/outdoor stuff. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds. Much, much time with a growing-up-is-HARD girl. Next up: More of this and more patience and calmness when I state my needs and feelings. Touched-out is touched-out, but I can be kinder about needing a few minutes’ respite, too, and remember how much I would have loved that, when I was a growing-up girl.
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 3/2 new things – planted pansies by the mailbox, wrote my first Mindful Monday post, and started having #onegoodcup. Next up….something new (maybe more pansies – thanks, cold nights!) =(

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 7/3!: Hometending/yardtending each day this session. T’ai chi at home. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. One at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Attended Tuesday class; deep and inspiring. Almost added Thursday class, but sick people in the house, and nocturnal ones, too…Practiced hand movements for Cloud Hands. It’s getting better, still not natural or flowing as much as I’d like it to. Keeping this one, so I can perfect hand motions, and add footwork to the mix. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 4 /2: Meditation (t’ai chi and standing meditation; breathing meditation thrice); 2 /2: Intentions Journal exploration and writing. Next up: Cementing Intentions journal habit.

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The Digging Deep Edition: Second Serving Sunday

A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphereare you ready?

Ever have one of those weeks where things seem – muddled? Not bad, not good – but something else? A time where you feel as though you could get lost in your own deeper places? When you look around, from time to time, startled that something or someone has pulled you back up to the surface?

Yup, that’s me, for most of this week.

It’s partly a reaction to the big events of last week…growth is sometimes exhausting, and often takes more out of us than we realize. When the growth is of the subterranean sort, we need time and space and quiet to understand those deep wordless places within…

Yet, I live with other people. In a house. With pets. And a yard. Laundry, and dishes. Emotions, desires, goals, problems…

So, I go deep, get pulled up, sink down, surface, again and again…

Last Week’s Edition: Big Stuff

  • Click the link for my recent posting history!

Last week’s features:

ROW80: The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have A Life.

  • Naked Growth: I share the Big Thing I did, and some Smaller Things, too.
  • Deepening Roots: The Big Thing brings new depth; time with a treasured friend roots me more strongly in my life.

Eight Sentence Sunday:

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • Spinning:  In the wake of an inexplicable global tragedy with personal implications, Trip’s left spinning out of emotional control.

Coffee and Conversation:

  • Out of Hiding:  After my Big Thing revelation, I explore the consequences of baring it all about – well, baring it all!

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

Story a Day May:

Variety’s Spice (something extra!):

What’s Next:

May Focuses:

  • Complete the Story A Day May Challenge
  • Complete revisions and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening”
  • Resume revisions on “Peach Liqueur Love”
  • Plot Sea Changes: Kifo Island Chronicles #3.
  • Update blog sidebar.

This week, on the blog:

  • For WIPpet Wednesday: New stuff for April – July. I’ll be sharing whatever I’m writing, when I get to Wednesday. This week….another snippet from The IDIC Romance.
  • Eight Sentence Sunday: Eight sentences from the same story as my WIPpet Wednesday post, but probably a little further on…
  • ROW80 Updates: My progress on my current and/or long term goals for A Round of Words in 80 Days, posted on or near Sunday and Wednesday.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

And that’s my week, in a nutshell (or a blogpost!). How about you? Dig you sink in any new roots this week? Challenge yourself? Finish a project that’s been nagging you? Start something new? Just relax? Yes, I’m a little nosy. Writer thing. So, if you want to satisfy my perhaps inappropriate curiosity, drop me a line or a few in the box below!

Crocuses in the yard, Spring 2015. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

“What Kind of Home…?”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday! 

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/16/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/17/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday  post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

Disclaimers:

  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them.
  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”. Spoilers for that episode.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, Spinning

Trip has gotten some very bad news from back home, and the ship is months away from Earth. Relieved of duty and out of options, he sees only one way to ease the pain – by getting good and drunk, and staying that way. I wrote this story for the Story a Day May Challenge, using the Second-Person POV prompt, which accounts for the unusual phrasing. I actually loved the way this story turned out (the POV was fanastic for a drunk scene!), but, if you  don’t care for second-person, it might not be for you.

I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me! =D

You roll to your belly. But that only makes you feel sick, and you don’t want to sleep, anyway. “For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” 

Damned Shakespeare, too…gotta get out of here, get away, get unstuck. It’s the middle of the night; maybe you can slip into Engineering, just for a minute. If you can touch your engines, you’ll feel better. You’ll be home. 

Awww, hell. Home. What kind of home was there now, after -? 

Can Trip get unstuck? Will he make it to Engineering? Will he get sick? Will he dream?

For those who don’t want to wait for the next installment, here’s the current “Stuck in Space” arc:*

  • Sticking Point: Trip, tormented by unanswerable questions and unimaginable loss, just wants to stay drunk. 
  • Pillow Talk?: When the “comforting” veers into uncharted territory, conversation is – challenging, and fascinating.

*There may eventually be more stories in this arc.

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A Watched Kettle Boils Anyway: The IDIC Romance for SoCS and #STaD

Rowing down the Stream of Consciousness…Badge by Doobster @Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  meme – an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: the letters ke”, anywhere in a word. I worked in a few instances, both beginning and ending with “ke”.

Since it’s also International Short Story Month, and I’m actively participating in Story a Day May, I combined this prompt with the Something different” prompt for May 22.

Today, I bring you – a human, a Vulcan, a kettle, and a secret mission. I’d tell you the name of the story, and give you a link – but the story isn’t titled or finished yet, and may not be for a few days. It’s not easy to write something completely different, and I’ve got over 3300 words, and a long way to go in this mystery that seems to want to twist into something more familiar…

Disclaimers:

Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount. I play with them strictly for my own amusement – and perhaps yours, too. =)

This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened while Enterprise is en route to the rendez-vous point for T’Pol’s “secret mission” in S2E7 “The Seventh.  No real spoilers, beyond that T’Pol’s not quite…herself.

A Watched Kettle Boils Anyway

T’Pol’s standing at the stovetop, staring into the steam from a whistling kettle that ought to have set those pretty, sensitive ears of hers on high alert. Instead, she’s just staring, her eyes vacant, as though she’s not seeing or hearing anything in the galley.

She’s shaking so hard she’s got her hands braced uncomfortably close to the heating element beneath the kettle, but she doesn’t seem to notice that, either.

“It must not be true for kettles -”

She actually jumps, making a startled little squeak like a human woman who’s just seen a mouse, and she whirls into a defensive crouch, hands coming up to guard her face and belly, one elbow knocking into the tea mug he hadn’t seen till now, and the sound of it shattering against the deck plating makes her breath come hard and fast, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and still not here, not really.

“Hey, sorry – I didn’t mean to scare you. Just trying to make a joke – guess I figure that if I can tickle your funny bone – ”

“’Funny bone’?” she echoes, and her breath starts to even out a little. She frowns and shakes her head. “Too loud -”

“I’ll buy that,” Trip agrees. “If I come over there and turn that off, you’re not gonna drop me, are you? Cause, for a small person, T’Pol, you pack a helluva wallop…”

She looks confused, her gaze flicking to him, the screaming kettle, the door, the mug on the floor. “No,” she says, finally, in a faint voice – and her legs start to fold up under her –

“Hey – take it easy,” he says, jumping in to catch hold of one of her arms. Damn, she’s shaking so hard it’s almost like she’s in shock. What the hell does her damned government want her to do, anyway? “Lean on me. I’ll get you to a stool, okay?”

“Yes.”

On the way past, Trip shuts off the stove, and the kettle promptly goes from an angry shriek to a lower-pitched cry, and T’Pol sighs in relief, and leans into him. She doesn’t say anything; he thinks maybe she’s still more somewhere else than she is here. He wants to know what the hell’s gotten her into this state, but this isn’t the way to find out. Besides, with the way she and the Cap’n were acting earlier, it’s damned near sure to be ‘classified’. Wouldn’t be fair to try to get it out of her this way.

“What were you trying to do, test the theory? If so, I think you got the answer.” He chatters to give himself something to focus on besides how good she smells, and how natural it feels to have her weight against him like this. He guides her to a stool, and gets her settled.

“Theory?” She answers, but there’s something hollow in the word, like she’s only going through the motions here, and most of her is busy with something else. Like that damned secret mission.

“You know – well, maybe you don’t. ‘A watched pot never boils.’”

“That’s illogical. The pot would not boil; it’s the contents that are intended to do so. Nor would being observed affect the process.”

“Ahh, so you are still in there. It’s not talking about the science of boiling points, T’Pol. It means that if you keep watching and waiting for something to happen, it seems to take a hell of a lot longer than if you just- you know – went about your business.”

“The water in this kettle boiled despite my observation.”

Trip went over to it, slipped on an oven mitt, and lifted the kettle. “I’ll say it did. If you still want tea, I’ll start some more. There’s not even close to enough left here for a cup.” He didn’t mention that she must have been standing there for a long time, for the kettle to be so close to empty.

Why was T’Pol staring into the steam? What is this secret mission? Will Trip let the kettle boil over? Will he make things better, or worse?

Will I ever finish this maybe-not-a-mystery story?

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Out of Hiding?: A Coffee and Conversation Post

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me.

I wanted to know what those lives were, and to share my own.

A week or so ago, I blogged about a question that’s been whirling around in my mind for months, maybe a lot longer…why do I hide when I’ve accomplished something that holds deep personal meaning. Why do I tuck that moment of glory away, rather than sharing it?

I explored a few answers – mostly surface things. And I proactively decided to stand up, at least a little, and lay claim to what I’ve done – not so much for myself, but to honor those who helped me to do it, and to stand for messages and purposes in which I deeply believe.

But, even while I was doing this, I was doing it – well, a little sideways, I guess. Looking at it peripherally, rather than directly. Staying toward the top, rather than delving the deeps, which is more my nature.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that…sometimes, seeing the outer shape of something, or even just the shadow it casts when I shine a light on it, is necessary before I can even start to plumb its depths.

It was scary, doing even that much. Saying, in even that convoluted a way, “Look at me. I do things, and sometimes they’re so damned brave and awesome that I scare myself. I can be brilliant, amazing, strong, and naked before you; I can show you this tiny little glimpse of my vulnerable places.” is a big, Big Deal for me.

Because, once I’ve shown you me – even fifteen-years-ago me, with strategic digital foliage acting as a fig leave of sorts, a shield still to cover my secret places (not just nipples and vulva, but the deeps I’m not yet ready to delve myself, let alone expose to you) – well, there’s no “un-showing”.

If you’ve seen me, that way, it’s now a part of your experience of me. You’ll never again see me totally clothed in my fabric suits of armor or my skin or my words.

You know me better than that, and there’s no hiding place….

And that’s A Big, Scary Deal…

I’ve been living with that, ever since. I know I’ve changed something, given something to the world, to you, and to myself that I can’t take back. There’s no Do-Overs, here. It’s Out There, in the world, even if I have moments when I might rather it wasn’t, that I was still digging my big toe in the dirt and “aww-shucksing” my way out of taking or sharing credit for my sparks of incandescence….

But, when I take a deep breath, I see that something’s happening. It’s a Big Deal, too, this something.

And it isn’t all mine – because what happens when you give something away, offer it up to the world at large, is that people can use it however they want to, however it moves them. I can’t control that, and I don’t want to…

It started with comments. Friends of long standing and more recent, acquaintances, and even a stranger or two, dropped me a line to say they were touched or moved, and sometimes even to share their own experiences. There’s something deeply gratifying in that, in knowing that, from my own home and my own soul, I was able to reach out, share, and connect in a way that was relatable to others…

And then something wonderful happened. Someone who matters deeply to me took that post, and made it her own, blending with other ideas to create something new, something that’s hers, and not mine. It inspired her to grow and shift and look at her own life a little differently, and, by doing that, she began to find new truths and uses for them.

That’s always a little thrill for me, and, if I write these posts to work through my own emotions and life, I share them for this – for the alchemy of how what I experience, think, and feel can affect someone else, be a part of their self-examination, their life. It’s even better when it’s someone who is dear to me.

And better still when that loved one shares a bit of that with me…

And maybe the best when that growth circles back, and catches me up again, and I find myself growing more and more deeply as a result of it.

Now, with the interaction of others, I’m starting to go deeper, understand a little better what I offer, to myself and my beloveds, to my readers, and those I encounter by chance. How none of this could have happened, in this way, if I hadn’t first opened, and shared.

Does this mean that I’m going to share all my accomplishments easily and fully, from now on? Well, probably not – growth is an uneven and often unpredictable process, and everything I achieve isn’t meant to be shared that way. But it does mean that I see more benefit to sharing, now, see more clearly how it stretches and shapes not only my life, but others’, as well.

How about you? Are there things you’ve dared to share that have fed deeper growth, for you and others? Things you’ve considered sharing, but haven’t yet felt ready? I’d love to hear your input; I’ll get you a fresh beverage and a tasty virtual treat of your choice; let’s chat!

 

 

Deepening Roots: May 20, 2015

ROWing on, gROWing deep…

Hi there! How’s this fine Wednesday treating you? It’s cool, cloudy, and breezy here, the kind of day that seems to beg for reading, writing, sunggling, lots of coffee, and maybe some TV. So far, I’ve had at least some of all of those, and done a little very mellow hometending.

Mostly, I’ve been contemplating and deepening. In yesterday’s t’ai chi class, our instructor, Sal, incorporated eight minutes of standing meditation into our warmup, interspersed with our movements. Each time we did a standing pose, he urged us to imagine ourselves putting roots into the floor, deeper and deeper.

That describes this session, for me. I didn’t spend much time working from my goals list; instead, I was more inwardly focused, following where whim and intuition led me…I was so inspired by this meme by August McLaughlin that I even wrote a post about it – and I lived it, too.

A lovely way to honor our roots. <3

Deep roots…

Like those I hope my new pansies will grow.

Like a deep, lifelong friendship that has roots that extend through every layer of my life; sustaining and enriching. Like spending most of Tuesday with my Syster-by-choice, Eden Mabee, doing what we’ve done since we were nine or so – talking about stories, creating stories, getting a little silly, swimming, nibbling…I always feel so very much myself, with her. It’s been a sometimes rocky road, this being in one another’s life…but those deep roots….they’re strong.

It’s that I want to tend, in writing and in life. Deep roots don’t show directly above the surface, but they’re what feeds everything else. They’re my stable foundation.

What roots you? How do you feed and sustain that grounding growth? How is it reflected in the way you blossom? You’ll add a little color to my day, if you share!

Nabbed from Being Mommy on Facebook.

(Eden’s meme)

In the meantime, here’s what I did!

My most recent Story a Day tales: 

  • The Captain’s Mess:  Why can’t Captain Archer use his private space, and why is he so angry about it? Could be that the space is occupied, who’s occupying it, and why…
  • Dinner With the Boss Tonight”:Why is Trip trying to talk T’Pol out of dinner with the Captain, and what does it have to do with Orion women or that hypospray in her hand? Prequel to The Captain’s Mess.
  • Pillow Talk?  Trip wakes up in a compromising position…and that’s only the first surprise in this sequel to Sticking Point

Last week’s news at Second Serving SundayMy updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

My updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.

Writing:

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week. Next up: Nothing. My soul is telling me to take a break from this one, both to get a better feel for it, and to gather the necessary strength to finish this difficult story. I’m listening to my soul till JuNoWriMo, and developing a plan that will keep it from dominating my life.
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. This is a secondary goal for the rest of the monthNext up: Reread all background material for the 3 POV characters; complete Rock Your Plot Premise Testing Exercises.

Draft 31 Story a Day May  Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 19/31 stories drafted, and over 51,0000K new words since the beginning of May. Have a brainstormed list of topics to develop for next year’s Enterprise – A-Z stories. Percolating for rest of May. It seems as though every story is triggering at least one, and usually more than one idea; I’m going with the flow of what comes. Next up, drafting remaining 12 daily stories; completing notes and transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas.

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit. Rock Your Revisions . Rereading scenes and notes, compiling revision planning notes; nothing new this session: 2/16 scenes complete. Organic adaptations to general to-do list for next revision pass. Next up: Continue rereading scenes and notes; create revision pass plan.

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Not as many visits as I intended to do; much other stuff, instead.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Some brainstorming. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, a post for each day’s #StaD story. Post snippets, story sparks; or related essays on progress or process. 19/31. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 2/5 days; 2/3 yard/declutter. General hometending; mostly laundry, dishes, and tidying. Planted pansies and mowed front yard. Day off Tuesday. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds, and Tuesday with my Syster. Next up: More of this!
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 2/2 new things – planted pansies by the mailbox, and wrote my first Mindful Monday post. Next up….something new!

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 3/3: Mowing/hometending Sunday/Monday. T’ai chi and swimming on Tuesday. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. Add one at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Attended Tuesday class; deep and inspiring. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 3 /2: Meditation (t’ai chi and standing meditation; breathing meditation twice); 1 /2: Intentions Journal exploration.. Next up: Creating Intentions journal habit.

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Pansy love! Sayen Garden, Hamilton, NJ, June 2013. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.