Adrian’s Sticky Note and Other Little Things: 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!

Today’s WIPpet is brought to you by Story a Day May and a couple of old friends some of you have been waiting for…

Oh, yes – they’re back! And with them comes the obligatory disclaimer:

Disclaimers:

  • T’Pol and Trip are the property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended; and no money is being made from this writing…it’s simply an act of passion for characters they abandoned!

  • This story contains mild suggestiveness.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is May 6, 2015.
  • I added the month and day (5+6=11), then added one…for baby Elizabeth.
  • Twelve mostly short paragraphs today.

Today’s snippet uses several prompts. The official” Story A Day prompt was to write a story rich in setting (I get better at this as I revise, usually, but I tried). A guest prompt from Seanan McGuire offered this phrase: “Some little things got left out, and a little means a lot.” That becomes important later in the story. And, although you have to read the full version to find out how, I also used a “sticky note” as an integral plot device. That prompt came from fellow WIPpeteer Adrian Smith, who gets to throw me a word for every 10K she writes, until her story is finished. (I’ll do that for anyone who’s interested; I love the challenge of fitting in oddball words from other people’s heads!).

A bit of setup… (and a warning to stop here, if you don’t want spoilers!)

Trip and T’Pol’s baby daughter, Elizabeth, has just died as a result of the flawed cloning process that created her without their knowledge (It’s complicated; there was a human supremacy plot…). This is the aftermath, and my scene picks up right where this one leaves off…

“It’s the Little Things…”

Her hand was shaking, and her fingers clutched at him. The golden chain of her IDIC dropped over his leg. In the wombike dimness, there was something so intimate in the touch, the silence filled only with their breath and Elizabeth’s death. God, was it only days ago that she had told him that she didn’t know how they had a baby, but that she was certain she could feel their child – ?

“Oh, hell, T’Pol, this hurts so bad. How the hell are we supposed to get through this?”

That’s when the first tear slipped down her cheek, then another, and another. “We grieve together, Trip. We grieve as her family. We grieve, and we remember.” It was just a faint little whisper, like she didn’t have the energy for more. But her words were strong. Strength and fragility in one beautiful, confounding, complicated package.

Trip was very aware of her tears, her trembling fingers, the pressure of her warmer-than-human hand on his thigh…and the tiny weights of the chain and what was in his chest pocket, over his heart.

The trace of citrus and sandalwood in the air, with a strong mineral lacing…oh, damn.

“Her family…yeah, I guess we’re that, forever.” He wanted to rub his mouth, but with his other arm in a sling, he had to settle for sticking his tongue in his cheek.

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“The connection is indelible.” She was unsure how he would feel about that; less so how he would feel when he learned that the bond between them was, as well. Would he find it comforting, or confining? He had suggested that they might try to conceive a child; did that come from his pain and loss, or was it a desire to share life with her, in some manner?

His cool fingers held to hers, intimate, strong, capable…fingers that had calibrated fine micro-circuitry, maintained the most powerful engine his people had ever invented, stroked their daughter’s cheek, mastered neuropressure, ouz’hestas, and caresses that sent her spiraling into the ecstasy of sexual release…

“You OK?” His voice was soft and rough; he tipped his head and used the same tone he had five years ago, when he had first asked. Then, she hadn’t understood.

“No. Are you?”

“Not even close.” He squeezed her hand; the pleasure rippled through her, building to a quiver. Dangerous, to have touched him so. More so by far, to persist in doing so.

Necessary.

What’s next for our grieving parents? Can they heal together, or will this mean the end of their relationship?

Now, usually, I leave you hanging. This time, though, I can say that the series finale that followed this episode was – unsatisfactory, to say the least. It jumped six years into the future, and TnT weren’t a couple anymore, if the holodeck programming on Enterprise-D (Captain Picard‘s ship) is to be believed (I’m inclined to think it’s not). No reason was given as to why…

So…

I’m coming up with something better. Because I’m a writer, and that’s what we do!

You can read the rest of this story, and my other non-chronological Story A Day TnT entries, at these links:

Need more, non-Trek WIPpet Snippets? Well, hop onto the little blue froggy;we’ve got a WIPpet lily-pads to choose from! And may you all have a delightful week –  I’m off to play with TnT, empires and news stories! =D  

 

And, let’s end with a video tribute to baby Elizabeth and her parents, with delicious vocals by Alison Krauss

Story Blossoms: May 3, 2015

ROWin’ and blossomin’ my way through May!

Am I the only one that spring sneaks up on, year after year? Who is always bewildered by the suddenly green, fiercely vibrant season? The welling-up of life and energy and new perspective fills me, and I’m a whirlwind of new ideas, new plans, new life…

So, as May breaks over us, and my lilacs, tulips, and daffodils prepare to bloom, here I am with a new set of goals…featuring an exploitation of my creative energies, in the form of Story A Day May.  If you don’t know what that is, clicking the link will give you a better idea – or you could stop by tomorrow, 5/4/15, to learn more about my personal take on the challenge.

You can find my two stories-to-date at these links:

Today is the third story, with a 640 word limit, and I’m about to go outside, do some yardtending, and see what ideas percolate…

But first, I’ve got goals to update…with May changes based on my Round 2 (I’ll have an update ready for this by  Wednesday) and overarching 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.

It’s not about the winning for me, as much as the stories – but a new blue badge is decorative and fun!

 

Writing:

  • Complete April CampNaNo 60K goal with Transitions: Kifo Island Chronicles #1 drafted; and Generations: KIC #2 plotted and in progress. Official CampNaNo word count: 64,875/60,000.

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Each day in May, engage in playful StaD exploration of this world, using all or part of the day’s prompts for any stories or fragments that appear. 1 /2 days. Ran out of day Saturday before I got to this. Next up: catch up and keep going!
  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week; will be a back burner project till June. Scene 3/24 in progress; 5,615/~50Kwords. Next up: Keep going…
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. This will happen piecemeal, for now…beginning with rereading all background material and stories for the POV characters.
  • Draft 31 Story a Day May Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts. 2/31 stories drafted; notes for 12/31 stories transcribed/revised. This will be my primary focus until completed; focusing on transcriptions that are candidates for the current day’s prompt. Next up, drafting remaining 29 daily stories, and completing note transcription/development for the remaining 19 ideas; create list for the undeveloped ideas breeding like tribbles.

There’s something about these marked-up pages…

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit.  Rock Your Revisions: Highlighting/comments complete for Scene 10/16. I’ve had a few minor, and one fairly major, epiphanies that will shape the next pass. Next up, complete highlighting and comments for remaining 6 scenes, then create to-do list for next revision pass.

  • Move “Peach Liqueur Love”through Step 3 of Sarah Selecky‘s Deep Revision exercises. I’ll begin this after finishing the revision notes for “SJA”, above, and alternate between these projects from that point, allowing one to rest while working on the next step of the other.

Almost 15,000 words about going places!

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, at minimum. Every day but Saturday, when I did only two. Next up: Make up the missing visit, and cement this into habit country.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Updated challenges; explored some new widget ideas. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, post for StaD each day – a story; a snippet, a story spark; or an essay on progress or process. Still a bit sketchy; but I have posts for Friday and Saturday’s stories – two for Friday! Next up: Continue, and aim for better timing/integration.

Scenes from my study…

 

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 6/5 days; 3/3 yard/declutter. Moderate yard/general hometending/declutter on Wednesday. Laundry Thursday. Yardtending, Chaos Porch, kids’ rooms Friday and Saturday. Next up: Continue this trend!

Fragments, shards, bits, and pieces merging into art…or something like that, anyway!

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs; a bit of Facebook; snuggling, chatting, and art with daughter; cleaning up and chatting with son. Gave my Accomplice extra time to himself; he had a very busy work week and needed that more than my company. Next up: Write-in tonight; helping son with a project; couples’ time over Accomplice’s weekend.
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 4/2 new things: Snowflake plotting; t’ai chi ebooks; nature photography using my phone; solo grocery shopping while kids stayed home alone. Next up….we’ll see!

Embracing me as I am, in many ways..

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Selftending:

  • Continue increasing physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 5/3: Yardtending/decluttering Wednesday-Saturday. 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 selected: Cloud Handsit gives me trouble in class. Next up: Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 3 /2: Meditation…t’ai chi; 5 minute pre-travel stress release; 5 minute breathing on Tuesday. 0 /2: Intentions Journal – oops. Kept intending to get to it, but never did! Next up: Cement meditation habit; catch up with Intentions journal.

I’m feeling that little extra spring in my step, these days, and a new expansiveness in my soul. Does that ever happen to you? I’d love to hear your stories!

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Ever wonder why a scene got deleted? This one is wonderful, and I laughed out loud. I KNEW I liked Trip’s mom!

The Omega and the Alpha Edition: Second Serving Sunday

 

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

Life Stuff:

Last Week’s Edition: On the Road Again.

  • Click the link for my recent posting history!
  • Yes, I will be attempting to complete a story a day, using prompts, all month long. The first two days have brought mixed results, but stories with potential emerged despite the missteps. I’m willing to accept that stumbles are a part of life; and there are always things to learn…
  • My April goals are also blossoming and changing with the new month.
  • We’re home from our trip, and I’ve spent some time yardtending and just hanging out in the yard with the kids – delightful, after a long and determined winter!

Last week’s features:

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

  • Travels and Tribulations: The kids and I take a much-anticipated road trip, and I find embarking on a new writing project deeply unsettling.
  • Gearing Up for a Lane Shift: As April winds down and May waits in the wings, I prepare for new challenges and new growth, and reflect on what sprouted in April.

Eight Sentence Sunday:

  • “Too Fast”: Sometimes, things happen too swiftly to stop, and have powerful impact. So it is with Gladys, Iris, and Howard.

Coffee and Conversation:

  • Returning from April hiatus. Look for something new this week!

WIPpet Wednesday:

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

A-Z Challenge: Traveling my Way Through the Alphabet in April!

  • ZZZZZZZZ…..: Sleeping, and other shenanigans, under the stars – and farewell to A-Z 2015!

Story a Day May:

  • Into the Sunset…:  A horseback ride with T’Pol might be fun – but it’s certainly not like any Western Trip’s ever seen!

Variety’s Spice (something extra!):

April Focuses:

  • Setting ROW80 goals for Round Two, which starts on April 6.
  • Completing 60,000 words for CampNaNo.
  • Draft two Kifo Island Chronicles novellas: Transitions and Generations (I won’t finish this one until June, but this month I make a start).
  • Complete the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.
  • Planning and plotting for Story A Day May,  when I will explore more stories for The IDIC Romance.

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….
  • Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS):A post based on the weekly prompt, TBA Friday. Might be fiction, or not, but it’s always surprising!
  • Eight Sentence Sunday: Eight final sentences from Generations, at least for the next month.
  • 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, beginning April 5, with my Round Two goals post.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

And, just because I can…!

Complementary Challenges: The IDIC Romance for SoCS

Rowing merrily down the Stream of Consciousness! Badge by Doobster at 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:compliment/complement.  I used both

This story, abridged here, was written for Story A Day May , – I like combining complementary challenges. I also used “cucumber” – a prompt from a fellow WIPpeteer, and the full version includes a William Blake quote….yup, four challenges in one little story! I’ve deleted passages to make it fit here, but it’s otherwise unedited. 

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten follow -up scene based upon the Star Trek: Enterprise episode S4 E3 Home. Trip has returned home following T’Pol’s wedding, and is dealing with the implications…

Disclaimer: T’Pol and Trip are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended.

Cucumbers and Complements

“I think a cucumber would be the perfect complement for this veggie platter.” Kathleen Tucker didn’t look at her son. Whatever was eating at Trip was going to burst out any minute now; he hadn’t taken his tongue out of his cheek for the last five minutes, and his breath was coming out in little sharp puffs, the way it had when he was a toddler.

Some things never changed.

Trip went to the stasis unit without a word, but then stood there with a knife dangling in one hand, and the other on the handle. “When’s the last time this was serviced, Mom?”

Kathleen laughed. “Serviced? Trip, it’s brand new, like everything else in this house. And you’re not – I repeat, not – going to take out your frustrations on my kitchen. That’s an order, son.”

“Who says I’m frustrated? Just restless, is all.”

Trip brought out the cucumbers. “Never saw anyone who loved these things as much as she does – not that she’d be caught dead admitting to loving anything…”

Here it comes…Kathleen prepared herself for the onslaught…when Trip had been holding something in, it always poured out of him like a tidal wave, rising and rising until there was nothing left to pour out…

But he just stood there staring at the two cucumbers, as though he’d forgotten everything else. She stared at the bubbling water, and moved the eggs around in the kettle, even though there was no good reason to do so.

“Let me drain that for you.”

“I’ll cut the cucumber, then -”

“No!” His voice cracked, and the kettle clanged against the porcelain sink. “Damn – I chipped it. Sorry, Mom – but please don’t. I want to cut it.”

“This place was too new – it needs a little Tripification.” She reached up to wrap an arm around his shoulder, noticing how hard and tense he was. He’d always taken care of himself – but this was different. Almost like what she imagined the inflexibility of a soldier would be.

What the hell had happened to him out there? What had he sacrificed?

She felt a tiny hiccup go through him – and she knew. That was a tell he’d had all his life. Kathleen thought of what he’d said about the cucumbers. This was a woman he’d lost, then.

But who?

Trip shrugged out from under her arm even while he wrapped his around her waist and gave her a squeeze. “Well, consider it Tripified, Mom – and the eggs drained. I’m going to get on that cucumber now.”

The knife clattered to the floor as Trip jumped back, swearing in a way that would’ve embarrassed him, once, his face white as he clutched his left hand with his right, blood dripping down too fast for this to be a minor cut.

“Let me see.” She took his hands and led him back to the sink, his blood falling on the eggs, vividly red against the white. There was a long gash across his palm, and it was deep – but clean. She yanked open the cloth drawer and bound it. “You hold that while I get the first aid kit out of the cupboard.”

Trip stopped swearing, but he was still grunting in pain. “You’d make a helluva engineer, Mom.”

“Is that the best compliment you know how to give a woman, son?” She came back with the kit to find him already poking at the wound, the rag dripping uselessly. “I told you to put pressure on it.”

“I never was very good at listening to directions I didn’t like.” A small, wincing shrug. “And maybe I’m just outta practice. There’s no logic whatsoever in complimenting a Vulcan – as she’d be the first to tell me, if I dared to try – “ He cut himself off, biting his lip.

Kathleen took hold of his hand again, relieved to see that it wasn’t quite as deep as she’d thought – the knitter would be enough. “This will only take a few minutes if you behave yourself and hold still.”

Surprisingly, he cracked a grin that turned into a grimace as she positioned the wounded hand. “Ouch – I never realized how much she sounds like you, sometimes. Wonder if that has something to do with how I feel about her – hell – Mom, how the hell do I stop thinking about that damned infuriating woman?”

“Hold still, Trip, or you’re going to make this worse. Blood all over my kitchen isn’t my idea of Tripification. Scuff things up, take them apart, upgrade them, chip or scratch them – but no one’s going to want to eat here if it looks like I massacred my son in here.”

Will Trip hold still? Will he forget about T’Pol? Will I manage a story a day all month?

We’ll have to see.

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I know – this song isn’t a perfect fit-  but it’s a sweet childhood memory for me, and I think it captures the mood of the Tucker kitchen in happier times…plus, really cute kids!

Zzzzzzzz….: #atozchallenge, Day 30

So, can you believe that this is it?!

We’ve traveled our way through the alphabet, on a grand loop of adventure – I’ll admit that I’m more than a little surprised at some of the places this trip has taken me – into my memories, into new ideas and connections, into new stories and goals…

This foray into a time that so easily gets swept away in a fog of the everyday life I live today – a life filled with home and husband and children and pets and and and – has been a time of renewal and re-energizing for me…

At the same time, as I write this last post from the guest bedroom of my dear friend who lives only one state and a 5 hour drive away, I’m tired. Ready to pause in pulling forth the pearls from our traveling years and examining them…ready to move on to other projects, and absorb what this month and this project has brought me.

But before I do that – one more time, for an even 26.

I mentioned way back during S that I had a couple of funny stories about sleeping under the stars. I promised I’d get back to these for my Z post – and now it’s time to deliver on that promise.

I enjoy an Arizonan desert campfire with Gus the Wonder-Truck, fall 2000. Photo by James B. Burton.

Both of these stories happened in Arizona, or maybe the far southern edge of the Utah desert, and both happened at night.

We traveled one weekend to the town of Wickenburg, and then, on the way home, stopped in the former mining boom town of Crown King, which is isolated on the top of a mountain. When night approached, we found one of those many fire rings scattered throughout the west, and made camp there.

We were bedded down and asleep when we were awakened by a sudden noise that didn’t fit. In wild places, people tend to react more instinctively, and we were sitting up with flashlights aimed into the scrub brush around us in a matter of seconds, preparing to defend ourselves against whatever threat presented itself.

The threat turned out to be real – a javelina  – a small but potentially aggressive little tusked beast. This one was alone, and staring right at us!

We shone lights in its eyes, and made “Move along; nothing to see here” noises. Thankfully, the nocturnal visitor left without any altercation (of course, from the javelina’s point of view, we were likely the unwanted guests!).

Crown King General Store, Crown King, Arizona…1997. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

But the funniest sleeping under the stars story – the one I still giggle about nearly 18 years later – happened before we were even married, on the night before our visit to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. We’d ridden the motorcycle a good part of the day, and found a place in the nearby desert to sleep for a few hours, until it was light enough to explore.

We were laying there, side by side, when all of a sudden, my Accomplice (who, by the way, looks more than a little like Henry VIII, and is built like a linebacker) jerked away from me and made a sound that can only be described as girlish.

“There’s a tarantula on me! There’s a tarantula on me!”

This is a Texan tarantula, not an Arizona one – but still…you get the idea, right? Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

My response? Laughter!

He subsided, and stared at me angrily. “Why would you laugh when I said there was a tarantula?”

I was laughing so hard at this point that I couldn’t explain in words. I tried another tactic –

There really is a tarantula on me!”

Finally, I was able to explain – no tarantula, just a feisty fiancee who thought a flirty tickle in the ribs might lead in other directions than arachnophobic ones (especially since it was rather cold and dark for tarantulas to be out and about). I don’t think I truly understood how much my Accomplice dislikes spiders, or how differently our minds work, until then…but I still laugh at how that innocent little tickle became a dangerous threat, and how he must have felt when I laughed at his terrifying predicament!

This post is part of the #atozchallenge. For more zany or not-so-zany “Z” posts, click the banner.

And there we have it…an entire journey through scattered, geographically far flung bits and pieces of my wandering life…yes, we’ve slept outside in many places, including beside lava tubes, amongst Joshua trees, on mountains…in tents, and under the stars, in a bed my Accomplice made for us, and at friends’ and families’ homes, in hotels and motels, and in the bed of old Gus…and now, from a bed 230 miles from the one my Accomplice is in, I bid you all good night, to the tune of one of my all time favorite lullabies!

Gearing Up for a Lane Shift: April 29, 2015

ROWin’ on toward those promised May flowers!

So, here we are, already to the end of April…Friday is May Day. That will mean a goals shift for me, as I transition from CampNaNoWriMo  and Blogging from A-Z April Challenge to Story-A-Day May.

I’m slowly shifting from novel drafting to preparing for a month of revisions and short story writing. We’re back from our weekend in New Jersey, so the next two days will be about hometending and writing…reviewing April goal progress, and setting May goals that move me closer to the Round 2 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:

Complete April CampNaNo 60K goal with Transitions: Kifo Island Chronicles #1 completed; and Generations: KIC #2 plotted and in progress.

  • Transitions: Complete!; 58,730/~ 55K words.
  • Generations: Scene 2/24 in progress; 3,794/~50Kwords. I’m slowly getting into this story, and past my resistance…
  • Total word count: 62,524/60,000.

Rough plot the 31 Story a Day May  Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • Notes for 6/31 stories transcribed/revised. This will be my primary focus until completed. Next up, notes for the remaining 25 developing story ideas; the list for the undeveloped ideas breeding like tribbles; and beginning to assign prompts/dates to stories.

Editing:

Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit.

  • Reread Rock Your Revisions. Highlighting and comments for Scene 2/16. Next up, complete highlighting and comments for remaining 14 scenes, then create to-do list for next revision pass.

Blogging:

Complete ROW80 Sponsor Post and all sponsor visits on time.

  • Done and done.

Complete the A-Z Challenge with all posts on time.

  • Posted/scheduled through 4/29 (Y); Drafted through 4/30 (Z). Next up, schedule Z. This will be a secondary focus until scheduled – by the end of Wednesday.

Clean up/update blog sidebar.

  • Next up, a more complete overhaul! This will happen in the bits of space between revision and story plotting, once A-Z posts are done.

Hometending:

Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering projects.

  • 2/5 days. Unpacking and a little laundry on Monday. A little laundry on Tuesday.

Lifetending:

Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends.

  • Conversation with son and daughter; couples’ time with my Accomplice; blogs; and now waiting for our final April CampNaNo write-in to commence. Sunday dinner with New Jersey friends.

Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing.

  • T’ai chi, and added a walk; allowed myself a little extra randomness.

Selftending:

Continue increasing physical activity and exercise.

  • T’ai chi with a walk to and from.

Resume either t’ai chi or yoga with at least one class attended.

  • T’ai chi on Tuesday – two weeks in a row! =D

Attend Y or do strenuous activity twice weekly.

  • 1 /2; see above.

Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly.

  • 0 /2: Intentions Journal – update.
  • 3 /2: Meditation…t’ai chi; 5 minute pre-travel stress release; 5 minute breathing meditation on Tuesday.

All in all, April flowed fairly smoothly even if I didn’t quite ever get very far ahead of the A-Z posts, and didn’t get as much of the May planning as I had wanted to. I haven’t had a great deal of stress, and some sweet memories were unearthed as I traveled through the alphabet, and the minimal planning for Story A Day May has led me to a shift of ideas that I think might lead to both greater creativity and increased productivity, not to mention a lot more flexibility. More on that, and other May things, on Sunday.

How did April treat you? Did it bring new growth, or settling in? Revelations, or certainty? Something completely different? I’d love to know!

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“Never Give Yourself Away”: WIPpet Wednesday

C’mon….you know you wanna share! =)

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.

Today’s WIPpet is brought to you by CampNaNoWriMo

I’m sharing from Generations; the second novel in my Kifo Island Chronicles series-in-the-making. The Kifo Island stories takes place at a resort that’s a little like hospice meets Fantasy Island

Generations Premise:

Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is April 29, 2015.
  • I was born on the 29th day of another month, and I’m 45 years old.
  • I subtracted the date from my age, and so we have 16 mostly short sentences today.

Last week, we meet Gladys, an elderly woman with Parkinson’s Disease; Howard, her grandson; and Iris, Howard’s young stepdaughter. Today, we skip forward a scene. Howard has left in a snit, because his grandmother is kind to the child he sees as insolent, leaving Iris alone with the aged woman. Now we begin to see into the silent little girl, as she contemplates what’s next…

Disclaimer for possible triggers…I want this story to offer a positive message; but not to shy away from the topic of abuse and its impacts. This scene involves a child who knows more than most about the workings of the adult world.   Therefore, it may not be suitable for all audiences…

Siberian Irises. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton, 2013.

She would have let herself feel relief that he was gone –

But sometimes johns came back. That was always worse.

And she would not forget – no, not ever! – that that is what he was. Not Howard George, as Grandermother called him. Not Father Howie.

Never that. It was a mantra she sang, in those moments when his cruelty broke over her. Never, never, never.

He was a john.

Well, little one, it’s just us, now. What will we -?”

Iris had been watching the door, in case the john returned, but the broken sentence dangling in the clean air made her look at Grandermother instead –

She was frozen where she stood, her hands gripping the walking frame, her mouth still open on the last word.

Iris looked at the door again – what if he came back now, when Grandermother wasn’t able to protect her? – and took three long soft breaths, the way Hahaoya had shown her, for when she was frightened by what the john was doing.

You must never give yourself away, Airisu.”

Will Iris try to help Grandermother? Will Howard come back? What was this child’s life like, before Howard came into it, and how did that happen?

I’m going to keep you guessing…in part because this is, so far, the most difficult novel I’ve embarked upon. So many triggers…

Also, the kids and I were out of state from Thursday-Sunday, and I used most of the writing time I had to move my A-Z posts along. I’m behind on getting around to visit other WIPpeteers, but hope to remedy that, at least in part, today. If I don’t get to you, I apologize – I expect to do much better at that this week!

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