SoCS and JusJoJan Day 31: Dance Lessons?

SoCS and JusJoJan Day 31: Dance Lessons?

Merrily Down the Stream…

Today’s SoCS post is “scene/seen”. It reminded me of Annalise, who, at about 5, was often an imaginary animal known as a Seen. It hid a lot, and, when spotted, gave a startled, big-eyed stare.

There’s no Seen in this story, but there’s dancing – allegedly, anyway. It takes place shortly after the events in my story “Inter-Species Relations” – in Star Trek: Enterprise series canon, after the episode “Bound”. You don’t need to have read or watch those, to understand this. I did edit a bit for length and clarity – couldn’t help myself! =D

Disclaimer: Archer, T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!


**Big Ole SPOILER ALERT for all kindsa stuff!**

Captain Jonathan Archer paced Enterprise‘s corridors – nearly deserted, as everyone dealt with the aftereffects of the womens’ too-potent pheremones. Well, everyone but T’Pol and Trip. Vulcan physiology had worked in the first officer’s favor, this time. But Trip – Trip usually found trouble faster and better than anyone else in the crew. How he’d managed to slip by this time…

Did it have to do with T’Pol?

And why did that make him feel jealous, even to think about?

Because you still want her, Jon. You might even love her.

He remembered her on the Forge, calmly telling him she’d had an enormous, carnivorous pet as a child, and her defensive, “You have Porthos.” Just like her, to compare a sehlat – the most ferocious predator Jon had seen on any world he’d been on yet – to his gentle little beagle.

She was pretty damned ferocious, herself, these days. All those emotions trellium-D had loosed in her, emotions she now had to live with – she was turning them into tools, or sometimes weapons, like bladed Vulcan lirpa. She’d clutched her dying mother ferociously, struggling to hold back her tears – and, when she failed, it had gone straight to his soul to see how fiercely she sobbed, and how fast she yanked herself back to business; back to trying to protect him.

She was the strongest, smartest, stubbornnest, and most sensual woman he’d ever known.

“It’s just sexual frustration, Jon,” he told himself for the fourth time. “Phlox said to expect it. “

But he knew it was more, and had been for a long time now.

He sighed and stopped at the nearest interface. “Computer. Isolate and locate Commander T’Pol.” The only way he was going to get any peace was by talking to her, getting it all out in the open. And maybe – she was hard to read, but he thought, maybe –

The computer showed him the only Vulcan biosign on the ship. She was in the Conference Room; he knew she went there sometimes, to be alone. Perfect. Better than trying to sneak into her quarters without being seen, and having her tell him again that her neighbors were discreet. He’d never dared ask her how she knew. He was disturbed by the implications.

He didn’t announce himself. He wanted to see the first expression on her face when he came in – if there was a clue, that’s when he would see it – before she had a chance to suppress it. A small window, and one he’ lose if she knew he was there before the door opened…

It seemed to take forever-

“T’Pol, I – ” Whatever he had been going to say was lost as he began to absorb the scene. “What the hell-?”

Slowly, two heads – one blonde, one dark – separated, and turned to him. Hazel eyes and blue, seeming to be somewhere else, looked at him, but he wasn’t sure they really saw him at all. Trip had an arm slung low over T’Pol’s back, his hand casually curving over her hip. One of her hands was against the side of Trip’s face.

They were melding.

“Dance lesson, Cap’n,” Trip said, with a little shrug. He didn’t let her go. T’Pol rested her head against his chest, but didn’t drop her hand. Jon thought she looked very comfortable. They both did. “Apparently, I’m a lousy teacher any other way.”

“No music,” Jon said stupidly.

“All in my head.” T’Pol’s eyes were eloquent. “What did you want, Cap’n? Lady wants to learn to dance.”

Jon couldn’t say it, not in front of Trip. Was this just a dance lesson between friends, or something more? Was that why Trip was immune, because T’Pol was melding with him? She’d been afraid to try it with Hoshi, but she seemed very relaxed now. How long had they been doing this?

It was none of his business.

And he was jealous as hell. He would’ve happily taught her to dance – if he knew how.

“Lots of ways to dance without being so – “

“So what?” Leave it to her not to understand.

“So close together.”

“We must be close enough to meld.”

Logical. He should’ve known she’d have a logical reason even for this. Was it that innocent?

“Did you require something of me, Captain?”

“What? I – uhh – ” Jon grabbed for an excuse for walking in on whatever the hell this was that looked like way more than a dance lesson. “Dinner. I wanted to invite you - both – to dinner tonight.”

“I planned to pass the evening in meditation.”

“I haven’t really unpacked yet.”

“I can make it an order, Commanders. Dinner. Captain’s Table. 1900 hours. No excuses.” He started to turn away, then spun back – hoping to catch them at something, or hoping not to?

They looked back innocently. T’Pol’s hand was still right where it had been.

They were waiting for him to leave, so they could be alone.

“And, Commanders?”

“Sir?”

“There’s no dancing during dinner.” But, he thought, as he got out with something like dignity, there would be some answers to what was going on between his First Officer and his Chief Engineer.

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JusJoJan Day 30: Who Owns MY Sexuality?

Jottin’ straight to the end of January! =)

Does that seem like a strange question, or an obvious one?

Maybe it is…but then again, I’m guessing there could be many “obvious” answers to this question. Some might say that it belongs to God, or my husband, or any and all men, or society, or the government…

Or even me.

I’m female. And even today, many women’s sexuality is not their own, to do with as they choose. There are millions of women who don’t own the right to make decisions that affect their own bodies, their own reproductive systems – their own lives.

Here in my own country, the purported ‘land of the free and home of the brave’, female Michigan legislators were silenced for saying ‘vagina’ and ‘vasectomies’. Seriously – is the word ‘vagina’ really so terrifying, powerful, or objectionable that it needs to be outlawed? Most of us were conceived and born through the vagina, after all –

Maybe that’s a part of the problem? That, without vaginas, the vast majority of us wouldn’t be here? Then why not outlaw ‘uterus’ as well – all babies, thus far, have needed to incubate for several months in one of those, if they’re going to survive.

So maybe that’s not quite it…is it the perceived sexual power of the vagina, the way many men want to claim the right to enter it, and to legislate what we do with it?

See this smile? It’s what I look like, owning my sexuality!

Not so very long ago, the choice of whether to be a mother was not given to women. When a woman was married, she assumed a conjugal duty to provide her husband sexual release. There might be pleasure, if her husband was attentive to her needs, and if she knew what they were in a time when very little was known about female sexuality.

A woman who had sex outside of marriage, especially if got pregnant, could be ostracized, and even punished, not so very long ago. Her child would be considered lesser – a bastard, illegitimate. And, too often, the father of that child would escape any real punitive consequence – simply because it they didn’t carry the child.

Not so long ago, abortion was illegal – but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t performed – sometimes safely, and sometimes not, by doctors or those pretending to be, in unsantitary conditions. Other times, women and girls would attempt to abort their fetus themselves – but abortion was a criminal act.

And so there was a dilemma, born of a climate of male entitlement. There was stigma for conceiving or sex outside of marriage; devaluing of the unmarried and non-virginal. There were criminal and/or physical consequences for abortion. The children of young girls and women who were pregnant might be forcibly taken from them, and placed for closed adoptions.

As I said here, I was raised within a double standard – in my home, in the 70s and 80s, my sister and I had one set of chores, and our brothers another, based on traditional American gender roles. We were held to different codes of conduct – good girls were expected to be married as virgins, and we were required to be good girls. I wore my hair long (I don’t mean somewhat long; I mean between my buttocks and my knees) until I was nearly 14, because my father liked long hair on women. I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup because it was ‘trashy’, according to my mother. When my father found condoms in the glove box of my car, he was so shocked and disappointed that he wouldn’t talk to me about it. My mother refused to believe the truth – they’d been given to me as a joke by my best friend, and I’d stuck them in the glove box, just in case. I wasn’t sexually active, then, the car didn’t run, and I didn’t even have a license to drive it, if it had. None of that mattered; good girls didn’t have condoms in their glove boxes, and that was that.

The clear message was that my sexuality belonged to others, and always would. My parents would control it, and protect it so that my husband could inherit it one day.

I’m very glad that I rebelled, that I claimed the right to this vital piece of who I am, for myself. That, more and more, it is I, and no one else, who owns my sexuality. After all, it’s part of me, and not anyone else. Owning it, I’ve blossomed, become stronger, more confident, more passionate.

My Accomplice reaps the rewards of my ownership, because I’m more daring, on my own terms, than I would be if I felt he were master of my sexual expression. My children also benefit – a satisfied and fulfilled mom is a calmer, happier mom! They’re being raised without those gender biases and double standards I was told would protect me and my virtue.

For myself, for my daughter, and for all people, I believe virtue is a matter of how we choose to live, not the details of how we conduct our sexual and reproductive lives.

How about you? Do you feel that you own your sexuality, or that someone else has a claim to it? If so, who, and why? Are you comfortable with that, or would you like things to be different?  

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An Open Letter To WordPress

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shanjeniah:

Yes. The Beep Beep Boop is useless to me, and I want my old notifications and stats back, too! Please unbreak it, WordPress!

Originally posted on Fish Of Gold:

Dear WordPress.com,

I am loath to write yet another letter to you, since I typically prefer to spend my time writing actual blog posts, but I’ve been bitching on Twitter and in your forums to no avail, so maybe you’ll pay attention to a blog post. It’s not likely, but hey, you never know.

Please, stop. Just put down whatever you’re working on and stop with the futzing. You have been tinkering under my hood long enough and you know what? None of the “improvements” you’ve made are actually improvements.

Below, you will find explanations as to why your improvements aren’t improvements sorted conveniently by feature.

Post Editor

Let’s talk about this “Beep beep boop” post editor nightmare with less than half the functionality of the old editor. Thankfully, you haven’t taken away the old editor yet. However, I fully expect that one day, I will go to write a…

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JusJoJan Day 29: Sex in the Big City

Jottin’ through January!

 

I’m a country girl – by nature, nurture, and choice. I enjoy wild open spaces; they remind me of the hay fields outside my bedroom window when I was a girl. I’ve lived and worked in the Everglades, Yellowstone, and the Grand Canyon.

I’m more comfortable with alligators, bison, and bears than with being in a big city. I live only a couple of hours from New York City, but I’ve been there only a handful of times. There was a school trip, and two with my family. In my twenties, I drove with a friend to see Simon and Garfunkel at Madison Square Garden. That terrified me – driving in NYC is not for the faint-hearted – or this country girl, even though I’ve driven cross-country three times, once with a nursing newborn!

This past summer, I learned that my online friend, August McLaughlin, was going to be the presenter at the 2014 World Sexual Health Day celebration. August has been on my People I Really Want to Meet list for a while, and the timing was perfect – during my Accomplice’s Labor Day break, so I could take a day away, and the kids could enjoy Daddy time.

Lunchtime Peekaboo!

I decided to brave the Big Scary City, because the opportunity was too good to pass up – August is based in Los Angeles, after all, and that’s not exactly a quick trip from here. But I was scared and more intimidated than I’d ever been on the rim of the Canyon, or hiking in bear country. When my local friend, Elizabeth Mitchell, offered to come along and help me navigate. I was delighted.

So plans were made – and then there was the announcement of the WSHD Writing Contest. At first, I wasn’t sure I had anything to say, or that anything I would say would be good enough…

But I’ve learned to stifle those thoughts, and take flying leaps of faith. And so I leaped…and won an honorable mention.

And that wasn’t the best part of the adventure.

The Joy of August!

Elizabeth and I chatted all during our ride to the train station, and home again afterward. I got to know this fascinating person much better, and that’s a treat in itself. The train ride was on a familiar route, one that I’ve driven many times – but the train offered me views I’d never seen before.

We arrived at Grand Central Station amid the wonderful diversity of humanity that gathered there. And then, there was August, in real life, lovely, and with a huge warm grin.

It was a whirlwind day – lunch, and a little walk with Elizabeth, then to the salon where August was getting her hair and makeup done, and where we were treated like VIPs while we waited for her. After that, we hailed a cab – yup, I rode in a NYC cab! – and were off to The Cutting Room, where the event was held…

New York City taxis!

And then –

Then, things got sexy. In a very good way. From the Petals display to being interviewed on camera by August, to Houses on the Moon, speakers, and acroyoga. The food was superb, and there was so much warmth, humor, and learning. My horizons were expanded, my perspectives shifted. I felt myself growing braver and stronger with every moment, filling up on the amazing energy of the atmosphere and the people I was celebrating with.

Once the event was over, we headed across the street for dessert at a French restaurant: August, her brother and his girlfriend, Elizabeth, and I. We lingered over our scrumptious treats and the warm glow of the evening, laughed about the blacklit cheese room with its one table and eerie cooler cases of cheese. When it was time to go, Elizabeth and I walked back to the station along the nighttime Manhattan streets – something else I never thoughtI would do!

Outside The Cutting Room.

The effects of that magical day lingered. This year, I’ll be posting some erotica to fan fiction sites, and I’ll continue to delve into sexual and sensual topics – here, and in my other writing. I’ve been writing erotica for a long time – but, for decades, those stories were tucked away into my cupboard, behind closed doors, scrawled into spiral-bound notebooks. I didn’t bring them into the light of day, or share then publicly.

Honestly, I was a little ashamed of them, and of myself, for writing them….

That evening changed something for me. I was surrounded by people who accepted their sexuality honestly and openly. There was no shame. We were humans, and humans are sexual beings. I am a sexual being, and there’s no shame in claiming that as my birthright.

Manhattan at night.

Because of that night, and because of August, I have been able to write sex posts these several last days. Because of my decision to attend, and my bravery in following through with that plan, I’ve become braver about sharing these parts of myself. I’m stretching and expanding – into myself, and into the world.

How about you? Have you ever made a brave decision, and found that it reached a lot further than you’d ever imagined? Will you be brave again, and share?

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JusJoJan Day 28: Inter-Species Relations

Just Jottin’ my way through January!

 

Okay, I know this post is a day late – and I have my reasons. Mostly that I wrote a post, and hated it. So, I decided to start over – and ended up with a 2500+ word story – too long for a blog post. So I revised it, and revised again, and again – and now, at last, it’s a more suitable length.

I offer, for your consideration, my longest jot, and my first fictional one…this story takes place immediately after this scene…Trip senses something from T’Pol, and comes back to kiss her…

Trip -” My skin heated, and I struggled to contain a pheremone release.

“Mmmn?” His voice was muffled against my neck.

“Trip.” I added a shading of sharpness, while I still could. “There’s something of importance we need to discuss.”

**

A fella could get whiplash with how fast T’Pol could go from delicious temptress to all-business Vulcan. But when I lifted my head to look into her huge eyes, they were glowing. Not business, then – something personal, and I smiled. “Okay, pepperpot, let’s talk. Your place or mine?”

“Neither. What I have to say is – unnerving, at best.” She tipped her head. “Someone is approaching.”

I took her elbow and steered her into the Conference Room, before anyone could see us necking in the corridor.

**

It was natural, now, to embrace him as humans do. I rested a hand on his chest, over his slow human heart, and tangled the other in his hair as he kissed me again. His hands slipped down my back. So human – his taste, his scent, the feel of him…my alien mate.

My bondmate.

I broke the kiss, holding his gaze. “Trip, do you remember when you told me that humans were free to choose, and that what I wanted was very relevant – that I have a duty to myself?”

“How could I forget? The thought of you gettin’ married just because you were supposed to – rankled the hell outta me.”

“That much was clear.” I drew a deep breath; rehearsing what I might say was a far different matter than actually saying it. ” Haven’t you wondered why Vulcan parents arrange their children’s marriages?”

“Course I have. Like I said back then, the whole thing sounds illogical to me. You can’t be the only one whose marriage didn’t work out.”

“Vulcan marriages ‘work out’ if the couple fulfills certain clearly delineated responsibilities to one another and the family unit. I surmise that your concept of ‘working out’ involves a strong component of mutual emotional affinity, freely expressed.”

“Aww, pepperpot, you say the sweetest things – in the most sterile way. But, yeah. Love makes the world go round.” He shrugged and smiled. “Well, mine, anyway. And I know that’s scientifically impossible – but it’s still true.”

“Do you recall approximately two years ago, when Captain Archer was taken hostage, and Phlox and I were confined to Decon?”

“When you were gobbling up your supper with your bare hands, and busted out and ran through the halls in your underwear? That was pretty memorable, pepperpot. Must’ve been a helluva fever you had – Malcolm had this crazy story that you propositioned him – ”

**

She stared at her shaking hand on my heart, breathing fast, and I got another memory-burst – hot, hungry, needing, denied, desperate for escape, for sex –

“I don’t remember that, however, it’s likely true. I attempted to seduce Phlox.” It was barely a whisper, and she was shaking all over now – not her subharmonic quiver of arousal, but fear I could feel in her mind.

“Phlox? T’Pol, he’s got three wives already.”

Her eyes met mine, then jerked to the side. “He was there, and male. Those were my only criteria – if I could not reach you.”

“Me? We weren’t exactly on the best terms.”

“I Awakened to you, Trip. You are always my first choice.”

“You sure hid it well.” Why was I so nervous, all of a sudden, like this was a big deal? “So, are you gonna tell me why?”

“I needed to mate.” She was shaking so hard I led her to the table and sat her down. She didn’t resist, and that said something.

“‘Needed to’? Not ‘wanted to’?”

“Both. Need precipitated desire. Without treatment, or mating, I wouldn’t have survived.”

“You mean, you would have died without sex?”

She nodded, silent and shaking.

**

He ran a hand through his hair, and paced away, then back. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve- “

“Phlox thought the virus would be fatal to humans.”

“So what does that have to do with – with us, now?”

“The virus triggered a related, naturally occurring process.” I breathed deeply. “You know of the pon farr.”

“Well, yeah, but I know that you ‘mate’ more than once every seven years, pepperpot.”

“Trip, you misunderstand. If Vulcans don’t mate during pon farr, we die.”

“Come again?” Trip came to sit beside me, and took my hand in his.

I used his human vernacular. “And again and again – and many times beyond that.”

His mouth dropped open, then closed. “That’s your first dirty joke – but you’re not kidding, are you?”

No. Pon farr requires copious sexual release and telerotic communion.”

**

I clamped my mouth shut, stuck my tongue in my cheek so that I wouldn’t say something stupid about ‘copious sexual release’, and how much I was looking forward to helping her out with that. “Is there someone who can help you, tell you what to do?”

I haven’t Burned before.” She said it like it was another name for what was going to happen to her. “Phlox has developed some palliative measures to ease the early stages. I’ll know what to do -” She shuddered, and stared out the window at the stars. “The cycle is natural, for me. I’ll be physiologically compelled to mate – frequently, and likely violently. We don’t speak of it – our marriage customs assure we have mates, when pon farr commences.”

I kept hold of her hand, squeezing softly. “I guess they’re more logical than I thought. How long – do you know?”

The active phase is approaching – within the next several months; perhaps sooner.” She sounded small and lost, her head bowed.

“You just tell me when, pepperpot, and I’m all yours. But you said ‘telerotic’ – can a human do that?” Was I going to be enough for her, when she needed me?

“We were able to bond. You are enough, and more, Trip.” She didn’t quite look at me. “But this isn’t your way. You’re human – you must be free to choose.”

Maybe I haven’t been very clear about it, lately, T’Pol – but I already chose you – all of you.” I lifted two fingers in the Vulcan way she’d taught me.

T’hy’la,” she whispered, meeting them with her own, and a single tear fell onto her cheek as I drew her close.

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WIPpet Wednesday: “Can You?”

 

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!

I’m sharing the final snippet from “Tigress T’Pol”, a locked-room story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Non- Math Math:

  • Today is January 28, 2015.
  • Non-Math: It’s the last January WIPpet, and the last snippet from this story. So there you have it.
  • You get 7 short paragraphs today – and this is almost it, so I hope you enjoy!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

In February, I’ll be returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee…I’ve been revising this month, and I’ve discovered how much I’ve missed this unique ‘threesome’…

But for now, there’s a Vulcan and a human locked in a cell… and footsteps are coming closer….so what will they do?

“That would be – most appreciated.” Damn – a please and a thank you – from a Vulcan. Not just any Vulcan, though – T’Pol, the one who’d twisted me up in knots a year ago, and tightened them in this little cell, making it our own private little paradise. How I was gonna keep from shouting that from the top of that beautiful Warp Five engine of mine, I wasn’t sure – but I would. I’d pretend I hated her in public, if it meant I got another chance to be alone with her, a bed, and a door.

“One level. Someone moving on this level, as well, approximately fifty meters ahead and to port. A female, obviously trying to remain undetected.” I didn’t ask how she knew, or if she was sure, because now I could hear the faint sound of feet above, descending the steps haltingly. “Commander, if you have the opportunity to escape -“

“And leave you here? No way, T’Pol -“

“That’s illogical. I’m well able to take care of myself.”

And I’m not?” I tried to ignore the fact that that Suliban – only one, dammit – had taken me out almost before I knew what was happening, while it had taken five -and a gun butt – to stop her.

“Someone needs to alert Enterprise to our situation, Trip. I will be able to protect the Captain and Ensign Sato, without need of a sidearm. Can you?” The feet got louder; we were running out of time. I wanted to argue, but she had a point. Didn’t mean I had to like it, though.

“If that’s the way you wanna play it,” I muttered, as the footsteps got really close, and I felt T’Pol setting herself, just like I was…

No, it won’t help to look behind the computer – there’s no more! Can you believe I just ended that on a cliffhanger?! Do you wonder what happens next? Well, you’ve got options. You can watch Broken Bow, and see how TnT get outta that cell, and what comes next. Or, if that’s not your cuppa tea, stay tuned – I’ll be sharing this story, extended, on a fan fiction site TBD, later in the year.

You can also come looking for me, but I’ll warn you – if you break my fingers, I won’t be able to type!

Why not just come back next week to go time traveling with me, instead?

And here, as a peace offering, is an “Unexpected” deleted scene, where T’Pol rather illogically needles a vulnerable Trip! Now that’s entertainment!

 

 

January 28, 2015: ReVisionary

ROWin’ merrily through my goals!

So, did you see snow this week? I just shoveled about three inches of extremely powdery and not at all historic white stuff – and then slipped on the ice and fell – probably because I was wearing my 13 year old’s enormous man-boots, because the zipper on my seven year old, awesomely comfortable Land’s End pair gave up the ghost when I pulled it on…*pouts just a little*. I’m not badly hurt, but I’m all done playing in the snow for today.

Anyway, it’s my last January update. I’ve made progress, and I’ve still got a few days left to the month, so there will be more. What I don’t finish this month, I’ll carry over to February – with our family vacation to Oregon at the end of the month, I’m going to keep things simple.

I’m doing well with what I most want to complete – my Write1 Sub1 and Just Jot It January challenges. Finishing should be right on target.

As for everything else, read on!

And how about you? Are you staying warm and dry? Are you moving toward achieving your goals?

January Update #7:

  • Goals attained: blue with strikethrough: 22.5

  • Goals in progress: green: 26.5

  • Goals-in-waiting: red: 9

Focuses:

  • Revisions: Chameleon’s Dish; The IDIC Romance; and “Morning Coffee”.

  • Write1Sub1: Terrance’s Story (for Kifo Island Chronicles); “Morning Coffee”.

  • Oregon Trip: Planning and preparing.

Last year’s storm…

Writing:

Write1Sub1:

Write rough draft of Terrance’s story (for Kifo Island Chronicles)

Submit “Morning Coffee” to World Unknown Review.

  • Revisions moving along.

Kifo Island Chronicles:

Sort stories into novella threads; choose three.

Complete background information for at least one, using Cathy Yardley‘s Rock Your Plot.

Star Trek Chronology Project:

Complete current viewing of Star Trek: Enterprise. 

Rewatch Season 1; taking notes and beginning story list.

The IDIC Romance:

Research fan fiction sites.

  • Looked at one; decided against. Nothing recent there.

Choose one for first submission.

A-Z travel posts:

Create list of A-Z post topics.

Trueborn Warp/Weft series:

Sketch notes for next volume in each series.

Write at least 750 words daily:

Use 750words.com for freewriting and to chart progress.

  • 27/31 days.
  • Missed 1/31; 700/750 words.

Editing:

Chameleon’s Dish:

Revise all midpoints for Chameleon’s Dish (6.5 scenes).

The IDIC Romance:

Complete revision pass for “Tigress T’Pol” as WIPpet project.

Combine “Breaking Protocol”, “Mystery Woman”, and “Magical Possibilities” into new rough draft.

  • Creating Scene 1 of the new draft.

Write1Sub1

Revise “Morning Coffee”.

  • Exercise 4/5 nearing completion.

Choose at least 1 more story for 2015 revision.

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance:

Maintain regular posting schedule, comments, and visits.

  • Yes.

Build blog queues:

Write at least 1 Coffee and Conversation post:

Write 1 “special” WIPpet.

Blogging Action Plan:

Review Blogging Action Plan; highlight for revision.

  • Highlighted for February revision.

Review Lovely Chaos Sidebar; make list of desired changes.

Twitter and Facebook:

Visit each twice weekly.

  • Facebook: 1/ 2
  • Twitter: 0/ 2

Pinterest, LinkedIn,  WANATribe, ect:

Visit at least one weekly.

Share posts – mine, and others’:

Share 3 items a week.

Blog views and followers:

Increase blog views to 25 on a semi-regular basis (at least 10 times this month).

  • 26/31.

Snow girl!

Hometending:

Family room reset:

Clean the three toy bins (trains; gears; misc.).

Clean the Lego and battle game drawers.

Kitchen reset:

Clean kitchen counter to left of sink.

Rehome pans and serving dishes to pantry.

Inhabit my study:

Clean and organize floor.

  • More progress!

Replace calendar and candle.

Use the space weekly.

Personal Administration:

Clean, organize, and backup Desktop and Writing Bullpen files‘; sort Leisure Time Reading file.

Maintain inbox below 100 messages twice weekly.

  • Some reduction Tuesday; not under 100. 0/2.

Homeschool Administration:

Begin second quarter homeschool reports for both kids, due March 15.

Photo digitalization:

Scan Oregon travel photos; save in organized files with backup.

ROW80:

Submit sponsor post.

Keep visits up-to-date.

Lifetending:

Oregon vacation:

Make list of what needs doing.

Make schedule for accomplishing list items.

Do what can be done in January; evaluate weekly.

Kindle ebooks:

Read and write reviews for 2 books on my Writers I Know list.

NNWM local group:

Continue attending write-ins whenever possible.

Interact at least weekly online.

Meditation:

Experiment with guided/unguided meditation at least once a week.

TBR Stacks:

Read 1 book from bedroom TBR pile.

Smart Change:

Make a list of goals to focus on, using the methods in this book.

Starfleet:

Reconnect with USS Albany group.

My beloveds:

One on one time with each, at least twice per month, doing something of value to us both.

  • 5/2 -Accomplice.
  • 6/2 – Jeremiah.
  • 6/2 -Annalise.
  • Late night conversation and hanging out; couples time.

Paying it Forward:

Complete at least two beta reads and promotional blog posts for other writers as requested.

Fitness and Nutrition:

Workouts:

At the Y or a strenuous activity at least weekly.

Wii Fit at least once weekly, for 15 minutes minimum.

Walk, dance, swim, or physical play:

With children, spouse, and/or dog at least weekly.

Practice:

Find out t’ai chi and yoga class schedules.

Intuitive Eating:

Read.

  • 21% complete.

Cooking/ Food Preparation:

Develop a repertoire of 4 self-made food options that support my nutritional goals.

Maintain weekly nutritional quotas; adapt as needed.

Weight:

Maintain or reduce weight; continue monthly checks.

Take a ride on the ROWboat!

Outback in the snow…