Quiet Growth: May 27, 2015

ROWin’ to the end of May, and looking for June!

Sometimes growth is a rampant, busting out at the seams affair – and other times, it slips in quiet and deep and still….

Know what I mean?

After the tumult of last week, when my daughter’s hormones were running wild and sending her into a growing-up tailspin, things have calmed down. It’s gone from being cool to hot again. The kids had a lovely Sunday with their cousins, with lots of swimming. I had my writing group Sunday, and t’ai chi Tuesday…

And some deep thoughts, some deep connection, some deep creativity.

It’s not flashy, and not so obvious, by looking at my update…but it’s here, within me. It’ll build into progress, although it may not take a form that I’m expecting right now.

Life and growth are like that.

Like the spontaneous walk I just went on with my daughter (it’s 10:30pm Tuesday as I write this). She told me it was beautiful and calming out, and she was right – moon and clouds and breeze again…and the first fireflies of the season – and a tiny, few-inches long snake that I fortunately stepped over, not on, because I didn’t see it on the road until she pointed it out and we watched it slither away.

Sometimes, a few minutes of living, of opening, can offer up so much beauty and wonder…and connection, her growing hand in mine, her thoughts shared…

Sometimes, the best parts aren’t on any goals list, but held in our souls and our memories.=)

Have you had any of those moments lately?

My most recent Story a Day tales:

  • Something Completely Different…(as yet untitled and incomplete story for May 22)….coming along slowly, but coming along!
  • Letters Unsent:  In the wake of a huge shift in their relationship, Trip and T’Pol are at the center of a communications breakdown.
  • She’s A Natural”: Trip watches T’Pol with their daughter, and reflects upon her maternal instincts.
  • Born of Us Both:  A private interlude for a new family…shhh, they’re nesting…in a blanket fort!

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

The past week was both lovely and chaotic….Zentangle art and photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

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. This is a secondary goal for the rest of the month…not happening yet. New goal: Have it ready by the time I finish Generations (KIC#2). Next up: Complete Rock Your Plot Premise Testing Exercises; set plot/pinch points for all.

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

  • 25/31 stories drafted, and over 79,0000K new words since the beginning of May. Still a little behind, right now – the May 22 story is finally moving (second midpoint pending); May 24th was nearly 6K. 25Th and 26th complete; and 27th percolating. Next up, drafting remaining 6 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. 25/31. 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. 2/5 days; 1/3 yard/declutter. Mellow to moderate activity level here, indoor 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; write-in; 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. Next up….something new (maybe more pansies – thanks, cold nights! =(

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 2/3: Hometending; t’ai chi. 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. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 1 /2: Breathing meditation, t’ai chi with standing meditation; 2 /2: Intentions Journal exploration and writing. Next up: Cementing Intentions journal habit.

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Annalise in February, at the Oregon Coast. She’s grown a lot since then! Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

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Broken As I Once Was: The IDIC Romance for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She may be less physically present for a bit, but she’s still our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

I‘ve got another snippet from The IDIC Romance  stories; as part of my Story a Day May challenge. This excerpt comes from “My Flame, My Nectar” the companion story to Sticking Point, told from T’Pol’s POV.

These stories are Star Trek: Enterprise  fan fiction, dealing with the inter-species relationship between T’Pol, a Vulcan scientist, and Trip Tucker, the extremely human Chief Engineer…

You can explore any or all of this year’s The IDIC Romance stories, in rough draft form.

Disclaimers:

  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them…I only want to allow them the chance to live the lives they keep insisting on living…
  • 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; and for S2E7: “The Seventh”.

We last saw Trip drunk in his room,  unable to deal with what the attack on Earth might mean, and how far away from his home and family he is. Now, we move to the Mess Hall, where T’Pol was sipping chamomile tea and watching the stars streak by as she dealt with her own unrest. She was interrupted by an extremely intoxicated Chief Engineer who fell through the door and promptly vomited on her boots. Now, she attempts to address the problem, but she’s not sure the stubborn human will allow her to help him.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is May 27, 2015.
  • 27 sentences, plain and simple. 

“If the Captain becomes aware of your – self-medication – he won’t consider my recommendation that you be returned to duty.” It is only now that I know that I will attempt to convince the Captain, even if it’s necessary to personally supervise Commander Tucker to be certain that he doesn’t revert to his former compulsion to increase the engine’s maximum velocity at any cost. 

“Returned to – what? Why would you – ?” 

Because you will destroy yourself, if we take away your purpose. Because I can’t bear to see you in this condition, without hope, broken as I once was –

I’m Vulcan. I don’t say those words. Instead, I focus on practical matters. Logically, he can’t remain here. “Commander, do you feel you can stand, if I assist?”

“You asked that already.” He’s frowning, and confused. Lost, perhaps, in his intoxication, and his pain. “Too close. Danm, T’Pol, it was too close.”

I hear the jagged wound of his grief, his fear, his anguish – yes, there are human words for what he feels, and what I felt, when I killed Jossen. Killed a man who might not have been armed – no, T’Pol. It is illogical, and unhelpful, to dwell on your own pain, when the man to whom you are Awakened is in need of tending. I gather my intentions, create purpose.

 “I have asked. You haven’t answered.”

 His head sinks down on his forearm, and he moans and mutters,“Forgot the question. Brain’s numb – stuck at one-tenth impulse. Slow goin’ – take us months to get home -” 

So much pain. Is there anything I can offer him, against such hurt, such uncertainty?

Will Trip let T’Pol help? Does T’Pol have anything to offer that will ease his suffering? Who is Jossen, and why would T’Pol have killed him if he wasn’t armed? Will helping Trip help her to deal with that event?

What will happen next? What form will T’Pol’s “comfort” take?

Well, of course I’m not just going to come out and tell you! You can come back on Sunday, though, and learn a little more…or wait till next week, when we explore the next segment in this story arc – or you can read the original stories in their entirety:

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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

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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?

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing? Come join in there’s just a few simple rules.

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