WIPpet Wednesday: Danger, Trip Tucker!

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

It was an eventful week for me. A difficult anniversary, my birthday – and a case of food poisoning that swallowed my weekend whole. I’m almost back to myself, although still tired, so that means it’s time for some WIPpeting!

I’m continuing with snippets from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

 

Disclaimer: 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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the fourth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 30, 2014.
  • 29 sentences, because yesterday was my birthday, and I figure I’m entitled.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Bigger Problems. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise, when they are attacked by several Suliban…This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

There were five of them circling her, now – but T’Pol spun, kicked, and feinted as though she had a chance of taking them all out. She ducked under a reaching Suliban, and when she came up, her hand clamped onto his shoulder; he dropped to the decking with a thud and stayed there. What the hell had she done to him? Before I could even start to figure it out, another one tried to launch a flying kick at her head; she threw him over her shoulder, rolled, came up already whirling to keep the last three in her sight.

“Looks like she fights better than you, too,” I laughed, enjoying my captor’s enraged hiss, as T’Pol got another Suliban by the shoulder, and he stopped being a factor. But then one of the last two caught hold of her, and the other one’s sidearm slammed into her head and sent her slumping.

“Hey!” I fought to get free – Damn, had they killed her? “Don’t hurt her!”

“Are you going to try to protect her, puny Human?”

T’Pol lifted her lolling head a little, somehow managing to look at me dazedly. “Don’t, Trip,” she mouthed – or at least I thought she did.

I stopped struggling – it might be too late for admitting that I was in way over my head, and had probably dragged her in with me to do any good, but I could at least not make it any worse for either of us. We were taken down several levels – I tried to keep track, but I was worried about T’Pol, who now hung limply between the two Suliban who dragged her. By the time I was shoved into a small room with a force field at the entrance, I was completely lost.

The two holding T’Pol dumped her roughly against the back wall of the cell, then turned and locked us in while I went to kneel beside her, hoping like hell she wasn’t seriously hurt. The Vulcan woman got her elbows under her with a soft grunt of effort and propped herself up while I was still trying to decide whether I should help her.

“Sorry I gave you a hard time. You all right?”

“I attempted to warn you; had you listened, you might have been able to escape, and alert the captain.”

“Guess I was too busy being a jackass.”

“Jackass?” She arched one slanting brow, studying my face with a question in her eyes – eyes that seemed to have grown softer, somehow, making her seem beautiful in a whole new way that almost took my breath away.

“I lost my temper, and it wasn’t fair to take it out on you.”

I apparently have much to learn about interacting effectively with humans.”

I smiled; this was the first time she’d seemed at all unsure of herself. “I could’ve done a better job of ‘interacting effectively’ myself, so I guess that makes us just about even. Mind if I ask where a Vulcan learned to fight like that? I thought your people were supposed to be pacifists.”

 

Why have the Suliban taken them captive? Will Trip and T’Pol ever learn how to ‘interact effectively’ with one another? Will T’Pol reveal how she acquired her considerable skill at hand-to-hand combat? What about the rest of the landing party, and the mission to rescue Klaang, the wounded Klingon?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day unrevised excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

Come read or join in on the WIPpetty goodness!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Bigger Problems

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I was camping with my kids last weekend, and didn’t get around to visit everyone. I hope to make up for that this week!

I’m continuing with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled (at least for now) The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: 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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the third installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story. Hopefully, you’ll see the passion as we go along!

How about a different view of Jolene Blalock -and a hint as to why poor Trip is so addled?

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 23, 2014.
  • 23 sentences, for the day.

This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view and follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Little Miss Logical. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise. T’Pol seems to think she’s in charge, and Trip is growing resentful, which doesn’t do anything to defuse his growing desire for his Vulcan companion, who seems utterly oblivious to his emotional turmoil…and then things start to get interesting.

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

Come on, Trip, get a grip – you’ve gotta stop staring at her and wondering about her mating protocols, as if she’s ever gonna share them with the likes of you.” It made me mad to think that just being human was enough, apparently, to eliminate me from her precious gene pool – nope, she obviously had no use for half-human, inferior offspring whose feeble minds weren’t up to playing with toys ‘more sophisticated than Enterprise’s sensors’.

Being mad at her was safer than wanting her. I didn’t need her bossing me around; I’d done pretty well for myself, and I’d never needed a Vulcan nursemaid, before now. I half-ran to catch up, dodging aliens of all shapes and size, and grabbed her shoulder, the way she had mine, trying to spin her around to face me. “Who the hell said you were in charge here?”

T’Pol slipped out from under my hand as though it was just so much more air, and kept walking without even bothering to look at me.

I’ve had more than enough of your damned Vulcan superiority,” I snarled, and stomped off in the opposite direction, as if I had some idea where the hell I was going or what I was going to do to find a wounded Klingon.

“Commander.” Her voice was sharp as a gator’s teeth, snapping at my conscience. I kept on going – I’d be damned if I was going to let her know that she was getting to me. “Commander Tucker -“

“Shut up!” Yeah, real adult, Trip. Maybe she had a point with that ‘impulsive carnivores’ line of hers – I sure as hell wasn’t doing anything to prove her wrong.

“Trip!”

It was closer to a yell than I’d ever heard from a Vulcan – and now it was Trip, not Commander Tucker.

I turned back to tell her not to bother calling me by my nickname, but T’Pol was facing off against three circling Suliban. Something slammed hard into my back, and I ducked and rolled instinctively, my weapon sailing away into the shadows as another Suliban jumped me.

I got in a couple of solid licks, but my fists bounced off him, like he was made of rubber instead of flesh. Before I could come up with a better plan, he leapt over my head and yanked my arms painfully behind me.

My captor wrenched me around to where more Suliban milled around a pivoting figure – T’Pol was tiny in the midst of them. I noticed that none of them seemed eager to get too close to her, though, and there were two more down on the ground, not moving. “Watch, puny Hu-man,” he hissed into my ear. “This Vulcan woman fights better than you!”

And let’s even things out with a Connor Trinneer interview…just in case you need to hear Trip’s voice in your head. Look for the on-set interview on the playlist.

Can T’Pol escape the Suliban? Will she try to rescue Trip? Why are the Suliban attacking them in the first place? How will this affect their mission? And will Trip ever get the chance to satisfy his curiosity about Vulcan mating protocols?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

And, because I love it, and because it’s got bits of Rigel 10 in the beginning, and hints of things yet to come…

WIPpet Wednesday: Little Miss Logical

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

This month, I’m participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ve exceeded my word count goal and finished drafting one WIP, The Stars are Fire. I’m past the halfway point of Perchance to Dream. Neither of these are ready for public consumption, yet, so…

I’m continuing with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled (at last for now) The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: 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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the first installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story. If I got it right, you’ll see the passion as we go along!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 16, 2014.
  • 16 sentences, for the day.

This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view and follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “A Taste of Sole?”. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise. Torn between attraction and dislike for his companion, Trip’s feeling just a bit put-upon.

This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I’ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

The review starts at about 4:45.

It was enough to make me want to pull my hair out – or grab her and kiss her until she admitted that she’d felt something in that club, and when she first saw me on Enterprise, too. But the Cap’n said we were supposed to ‘extend her every courtesy’, and Little Miss Logical damned sure didn’t seem like the type who’d take being kissed half senseless as ‘couteous’. She’d probably issue a formal complaint in that damned disapproving voice of hers. Maybe the Cap’n would leave me on this grimy space station, and my big adventure would be over before it really got started.

I wanted to rub my shoulder, but I would be damned if I’d let her see that she’d hurt me when she pulled me away from that door before I could investigate the screaming, struggling shadows behind it. T’Pol looked delicate, but her grip was powerful enough that she’d moved me forcibly. Was it just wishful thinking that she kept her hand lightly on my shoulder for a second or two longer than she needed to make sure I wouldn’t bolt when she let go? Her, “keep your human nose outta other people’s business” speech was pointed, but polite – maybe there was hope for her, yet.

The Subcommander moved as though nothing here could possibly faze her through the tangle of beings and merchandise- I had no names for most of them – and the steam-belching pipes that seem to be everywhere. I’d have to really hustle to keep up with her, but I wasn’t about to let her know that, so I was left a little behind – a bumpkin in the big city for the very first time.

I tried not to notice how T’Pol looked in that long, curve-hugging jacket she’d thrown on over her curve-hugging uniform; it could be a long mission if she didn’t have something less flattering in her wardrobe. I pretended not to be staring at the way her hips swayed, or the way she carried herself – back straight but relaxed, walking lightly on the balls of her feet, head up and turning a little as she scanned to either side – she looked like a very sexy ninja, or maybe a Florida panther on the prowl – beautiful, mysterious, and more than a little bit dangerous.

Trying to ignore the obvious fact that she was every bit as desirable as she’d been a year ago only made me more aware of it, and, dammit, my body was responding in a way that was predictable and downright embarrassing. I didn’t have to guess she wouldn’t take that the way I meant it; she didn’t seem to have a clue how sensually gorgeous she was by human standards.

But maybe sensuality didn’t matter, to T’Pol – hell, the Vulcans probably even had a protocol for how to make their little pointy-eared Vulcan babies, and I’d just bet their tykes never dared to cry or fill a diaper or stick their fingers anywhere that wasn’t logical.

Is Trip getting ready to taste his boot again – or maybe T’Pol’s? Will he ever find out how Vulcans make more Vulcans? Will T’Pol ever stop acting like she’s in command, and he’s the kid she’s babysitting? And, well, will they find the Klingon, or more trouble, instead?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

 

WIPpet Wednesday: A Taste of Sole?

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengelmaven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Hi there! This month, I’m participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ve finished one WIP, The Stars are Fire,and have made it to the halfway point in another, Perchance to Dream. Neither of these are ready for public consumption, yet, so…

I’m continuing with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled The IDIC Romance.

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

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month.

The stories are roughly sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

This is the first installment of Story #4, Tigress T’Pol . The prompt for this story

was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 9, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 16 sentences, adding the month and day.

This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view. The wounded Klingon, Klaang, had been abducted from Enterprise. In an attempt to find him and bring him home, Captain Archer has ordered them to Rigel 10 – the first populated alien world Trip has been to. It doesn’t help that he’s paired with T’Pol, who clearly knows her way around, and seems to think she’s in charge. And then there’s that little matter of the odd history they’ve shared…

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

“Hey, T’Pol, how long are we going to pretend that nothing happened between us?”

I was a little shocked at myself; I’d planned to wait her out, see if she ever brought it up. But then, I had a long history of sticking my foot in my mouth, and I was apparently hungry for the sole of my boot.

“I know of another merchant. Stay with me, and attempt to restrain yourself.” T’Pol acted like I hadn’t said anything, or maybe like anything I said was beneath her notice. Where was that alluring temptress she’d been in Fusion? She was as full of surprises now as she’d been in that club – I’d give her that much. Too bad they weren’t at all the ones I’d been hoping for ever since she walked into the Capn’s Ready Room.

Maybe she’d forgotten all about that night – but, if she had, why had she looked at me that way when she first came in? For a second or two, it was as though we were back there, with the music flowing through us. Even now, I could feel it – a deep awareness of her, more than physical desire, something I’d never felt before. I wanted more.

But maybe she just wanted to forget. She was as damned arrogantly superior as all Vulcans, like she knew more than any human ever could. Probably thought it was way beneath her to do something so primitive as to feel desire, or anything else, for some human male she saw in a club.

Will Trip get a reaction out of T’Pol? Will he regret it, if he does? Who’s really in charge here? Will they find the missing Klingon? Come back next week for the next excerpt!

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

 

Stretching Into the ROW – Round 3 Goals

 

 

 

Well, here we are, at the beginning of ROW80 Round 3 2014. It’s exciting, isn’t it, this place of wide-open possibility? Eighty days stretching out before us, waiting to be lived, offering a framework for attaining our dreams…

I like to have a theme for each round, an overarching direction of focus. For this round, I will be concentrating on stretching. I’ll be exploring some new things, completing some as-yet unfinished projects, and exploring myself, as a writer and a person.

I don’t intend to injure myself and fling myself headlong at every challenge, though, just for the sake of ‘pushing the envelope’. That kind of stretching can get a girl hurt, and that can sideline even the best of intentions.

Instead, what I’m going for is something like yoga, or t’ai chi, or that delicious feeling of stretching after sleep, or when I’ve been still for a while. I’m looking to lengthen my muscles, literally and figuratively, and oxygenate my blood, my imagination, and my sense of purpose.

For this post, I’m listing only those of my 2014 goals that I plan on undertaking this round. The incremental goals are fairly general; I’ll add specific steps as I go along. That seems to work well for me.

Each month will have some focus areas- long-term projects that will have priority status. However, I am a flitter, and I enjoy moving between projects, so I’ve made sure to include a diverse selection, so that there will always be something for me to stretch toward and play with.

So, are you up for an extended stretch? =)

 I would love to put images in this post, but WordPress radically altered the New Post interface, and I can’t figure it out, right now…hopefully, I’ll have it worked out very soon (and input is appreciated, if you happen to know!)

July Focal Areas:

  • CampNaNoWriMo

  • Homeschool Administration

  • Blog Maintenance and Exploration

2014 Blogging:

Focus on layout and design aspects of my Blogging Action Plan.

  • Play with Web Lab app; goal is exploration and experimentation.

  • Get the Kristen Lamb social media wizardry ball rolling.

  • Start planning new website, using input from previous two goals.

Build positive blogging habits – post regularly, build queues, answer comments, and share diversely.

  • Maintain regular posting schedule;queue one post for each regular feature.

  • Develop a sharing strategy that feels natural; incorporating input from Kristen.

  • Continue interacting through comments; expand and diversify my willingness to comment.

2014 Writing:

Complete rough drafts of To Be or Not to Be, The Stars Are Fire, and Perchance to Dream.

  • Continue drafting Perchance to Dream during July NaNoWriMo.

Draft two more novels in the Trueborn double series, as NaNo projects.

  • I am changing this goal to one novel, so that I can focus on revisions.

  • Complete pre-planning exploratory freewriting for second novel, to be drafted in 2015.

  • Rough concept for remaining books in this series.

2014 Editing:

Complete first revision passes for Chameleon’s Dish and Bounded by a Nutshell; make pre-revision notes for Blood and Breath.

  • Complete first revision passes for Chameleon’s Dish.

  • Do read-aloud for Blood and Breath.

  • Changing this goal to : First revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish; Pre-Revision Plan for Bounded by a Nushell: Readthroughs/notes for Blood and Breath.

2014 Hometending:

Continue physical and virtual hometending plans – resetting rooms, cleaning files, and inhabiting my study.

  • Continue the family room reset.

  • Clean out email files.

  • Continue reclaiming my study.

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

  • Experiment with Daily Writing Frames from Round 1.

  • Develop Daily Hometending Frames

  • Set aside time weekly for administrative stuff (Adminstrative Frames, maybe? 

2014 Lifetending:

Stretch and find new ways to blend the facets of my life with intention and awareness.

  • Select and complete projects from my Play Jar.

  • Make plans to meet with at least 1 person on my get-together list; get in touch with at least 2 more to express my wish to reconnect.

  • Indulge in days with both children, at least one date with Jim, and one with myself. 

Seek out playful new ways to move and challenge my body.

  • Plan a monthly family excursion that involves physical activity.

  • One workout at the Y each week.

  • Continue exploring fitness goals – more on this throughout the round.

Well, that’s it for this untidy, odd goals post!  I’m not the best at on-the-fly techno changes; but I’m going to get this figured out!

 

 

 

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Disparate Bindings; Tangled Pulls

 

Are you ready to WIPpet?!

Are you ready to WIPpet?!

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel,maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

It’s July, and July is an emotionally slippery month for me. It holds birthdays, death anniversaries, and the entire lifetime of our second child. It’s bisected by a much-anticipated annual out-of-state gathering, Unschoolers Rock the Campground.

I’ll be riding the waves this month. I’m also participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ll finish my current WIP, The Stars are Fire, and add more words to another, Perchance to Dream.

Since both of these are ragged and extremely rough, I’m going to continue with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled The IDIC Romance.

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

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.

The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

  • This is the final installment of Story #3, Vermilion Threads . The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was to use the words “vermilion” and “musky” (both used in previous WIPpets). “musky” (both used in previous WIPpets).

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 2, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 14 sentences, for the last two digits of the year. Yup, that simple! =D

This snippet is the aftermath of T’Pol’s meditation on her first hours of compulsory duty aboard the human starship Enterprise in the pilot episode:Broken Bow Part 1. It follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet,Trip, Stumble, and T’Pol.

 

I opened my eyes, considering the flame, and my fingers reached again to hover over the thread. Only now did I realize that Trip - Commander Tucker – had not intended an intimate gesture, but only to shake my hand in the manner of a human greeting. Although I knew I couldn’t return it, Awakened to him as I was, I allowed a moment of remorse that I hadn’t found some way to acknowledge his welcoming ritual, especially since there had been some element of challenge in it, something that spoke to those moments when our souls had communed with the surging music.

My own fingers, the restless indicators of my own inappropriate longing for him, danced away from the token of my bondage to Vulcan, to the PADD. I traced the vermilion piping on Trip’s uniform with paired, trembling fingers, then dared to caress his image’s face. I longed to sample the texture of his human skin; to feel the interplay of his muscles as they shifted in what seemed to be an endless dance, conveying emotions I didn’t have enough data to identify or comprehend.

I drew a deep breath, staring into those intensely blue eyes- the color of Earth’s sky on a sunny day – and imagined, for an uncontrolled moment, that he was here, in this room, meeting my gaze and accepting my touch.

I was intended to marry Koss, but I was Awakened to Trip. There was no logic in deluding myself – about the realities of the situation, or my own emotional agitation. They were as real as the strange scent of my new quarters, the too-chill temperature, the too-yellow quality of the ambient lighting, the unaccustomed vibrations of the humans’ primitive Warp 5 engine, the prototype of which they were so unaccountably and unabashedly proud.

I knew what my world demanded of me, and why. There was a logic to it that was a part of me, that had been whispered into my ear, as an infant: “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few – or the one.” But now I looked at Trip’s image, and the thread Soval had given me, and I asked myself a question I knew ran counter to what it meant to be Vulcan.

Do I wish to honor my obligations to my family and my homeworld, or surrender myself to the pull of this human on my soul?”

What will T’Pol decide? What is Trip‘s reaction to T’Pol’s presence on Enterprise? Will this assignment change the course of both of their lives?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, watch the series, or wait for next week, to learn more, from Trip’s point of view.

 

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

I’ve kinda left poor Captain Archer out of these stories, thus far, but someone made this nifty video…

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Trip, Stumble, and T’Pol

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

I’ve spent most of the last week writing. Tens of thousands of words of my current WIP, The Stars are Fire. It’s ragged and extremely rough, so I won’t be inflicting it on you yet. You’re most welcome. =)

Instead, this snippet comes from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled The IDIC Romance.

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

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.The stories are sequential, they will have various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

  • Installment #4 of Story #3, Vermilion Threads. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was use the words “vermilion” and “musky” (that one’s in this WIPpet).

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 25, 2014

  • 25 sentences, for the date.

This snippet is a memory-fragment T’Pol experienceduring meditation shortly after she reports for compulsory duty aboard the human starship Enterprise in the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1.It follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Breathless”. The beginning of this clip shows the scene that inspired this WIPpet.

I drew a deep breath, held it until I could control my autonomic response, and nodded. Soval studied me for a wordless moment, his face revealing nothing but alertness. I held myself still under his regard, wondering whether I wished him to conclude that I was in fact unsuitable for this assignment.

“Although the service is compulsory, Subcommander T’Pol, you still honor Vulcan in your willingness to accept this challenge. You are at liberty for the remainder of the day, so that you may attend to your affairs, and tend to your meditation.”

I said nothing else. It would be illogical; it was not that I didn’t trust my composure to hold if I spoke.

Then came a grueling series of preparations – I allowed those memories to pass quickly, until the moment I was ready to step aboard the courier, and Soval offered me a small box.

“To remind you that, although you are traveling with humans, you are still bound indelibly to your own people.”

I took the box, opened it, and found the skein of vermilion thread.

And then I stood at the door to Captain Archer’s office – his Ready Room, according to the very young human Ensign who had directed me here. I heard two male voices, the words indistinct – but there was no mistaking his intonations, or my Awakened, yearning response. I was aware of Trip, as I entered; my eyes shifted to the precise place where he was before I could control the action. My senses were fully engaged, my mind alight with searing, quivering arousal. Trip looked back at me with a human expression that might be shock, or disbelief, or any number of other things I could not decipher- but I was certain that he knew me as I knew him. Commander Tucker, I admonished myself – I must not think of him as Trip, as the man I had yearned for since that chance, forbidden encounter fourteen months, two weeks, and six days ago.

I had postponed using the prescribed nasal numbing agent, so that I could learn from his scent what only my olfactory sense could tell me. His pungent human odor was spiked with musky overtones, and my own pheremones released in involuntary response. I turned to the Captain, and attempted to still my instinctive reaction.

The animal upon the floor – a small, large-eared canid – provided an outlet; that was fortunate, since my control had already slipped unacceptably and quite noticeably, making me react discourteously. I focused my attention on the creature, allowing the assumption that its natural odor was offensive to me – and Captain Archer apologized, remarking upon the olfactory sensitivity of Vulcan females.

“I took a shower this morning, How ‘bout you, Cap’n?”

All my efforts at control were as nothing, to the smile I could hear in his voice – how could I hear any such thing? The captain belatedly made introductions, and I was forced by courtesy to turn to face him. Trip Tucker rose, extended his arm to me, hand open, in a blatant offer to touch that would only be shared by sexual partners, on Vulcan. “Trip. I’m called Trip.”

“I’ll try to remember that.” I only resisted the impulse to heedlessly take hold of that hand, recklessly give myself to what would follow, by turning away and clutching my quivering hands behind me.

Will T’Pol be able to maintain control in the face of her attraction for Trip? How will Trip react to being spurned? Will the mission be a success, or a disaster?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, or wait for next week, to learn more…

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

Okay, I have to do this! =D

 

Creative Interlude : ROW80 Update, 6/18/14

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Well, hello there, and welcome to another ROW80 midweek update!

Do you ever feel like what you really need to fuel your creativity is to indulge yourself by doing something – well, completely different?

I haven’t been around much lately. I didn’t post an update on Sunday – instead, I spent the day in the pool and on the deck at my friend Sylvia’s house. We chatted, read, watched various combinations of four children play in the water. The kids and I had a rousing and silly game of Shark and Fish that lasted nearly an hour. We all took a bit more sun than needed, and that was OK.

After a lovely dinner and the angst of packing up, the rest of the night was taken up with the five-hour drive home. Sometimes, we have deep conversations during that dark journey, but this time the kids, sated with companionship and hours of swimming followed by a filling meal, slept, leaving me alone with the early Simon and Garfunkel Jeremiah had selected, because he loves “Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream” (he appears to have inherited a pacifist streak from his mother…).

My mind wandered over decades of memories, all tied to this beloved music, introduced to me by my near-lifelong friend, Eden Mabee, in our tempestuous teenage years…

And, then, even though they weren’t even created at the time, they showed up, and started dancing with each other again in my imagination. Stubborn, both of them. They don’t let up…

Well, I really don’t think I want them to…

Because something is shifting, with all this stirring-up and interspecies dancing:

  • I’m relaxing into this slack tide, letting it carry me where it will.

  • I’m reconnecting with my own past in more honest, open ways.

  • All this T’Pol and Trip is beginning to connect diverse things, and I feel my synapses getting ready for a creative storm of activity.

  • I’m growing more daring, and more committed…

At the moment, I’m not getting many JuNoWriMo words for The Stars are Fire…but I will. I can feel them rising to my surface, getting ready to break through me, out of my fingers, and into existence…

Until then, here’s what I’ve been up to the last ten days or so…

  • Homeschool Reports (due 6/15) – Target attained!

  • Guest post   Series canceled.

  • JuNoWriMo

2014 Blogging:

Build positive blogging habits – post regularly, build queues, answer comments, and share diversely.

“Blogging Maintenance”: Post regular features; answer comments; make return visits. No Sunday post this week; I played hooky. Skipped Saturday and Monday comment answering sessions and visits.

Build Features Queues: Add to Idea/Concept Files; develop post outlines; create posts; ship.On target.

  • Still in the ideas phase for this one. But I do have some ideas, and that’s a start! =)

2014 Writing:

Complete the JuNoWriMo Challenge: 50,000 words on The Stars Are Fire and, if applicable, Perchance to Dream. Well behind target, but I feel a late-stage surge coming on….

  • New Words: 2,014

  • Word Count to date: 6,380/ 50,000

  • WIP Stats: Scene 41/60; 94,964/~120,000

Write Guest post. -Series canceled.

2014 Hometending:

Continue physical and virtual hometending plans – resetting rooms, cleaning files, and inhabiting my study.

Continue family room reset: Move computer desk and pantry to new positions. On target.

  • Slow progress on clearing the porch.

Continue claiming my study: Clean and reset corner between work spaces. On target.

  • The corner is mostly clean. I need to deal with some errant cables and cords, before moving to the reset phase.

Submit homeschooling reports. Target attained!

  • This is one thing I did do in odd moments over the weekend away. I submitted them on Monday afternoon, technically a few hours late.

2014 Lifetending:

Stretch and find new ways to blend the facets of my life with intention and awareness.

Seek out playful new ways to move and challenge my body.

Maintenance goal: 5 salads/fruit smoothies per week. Missed two last week; on target this week.

  • 2 salads, 1 smoothie last week.

  • 2 of each this week, thus far…4/5 attained. =)

Evaluate other fitness and lifetending goals. Something’s gone amiss, and I think I need some time and attention to what that is, what I want to accomplish, and what might be a better way to get there.On target.

  • While I haven’t gotten it into words yet, I’m beginning to understand where my fitness goals went wrong. Just this vague idea is helping; I’m beginning to feel more positive, and I’ve got the beginnings of a plan of action for Round 3.

  • I’ve gone walking and played Shark and Fish (a pool tag game) with one or both kids; I had a shortish but definitely strenuous workout on Tuesday.

Sponsor Visits: No, not this session. I indulged the need to be where I was, with those I was with. I’ll get caught up in time for Sunday, now that I’m home and settling in.

You can check up on the other ROWers, right here!

And, here’s a video I just discovered…more of the angsty side of that interspecies power couple.

WIPpet Wednesday: Breathless

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

For those keeping track:

  • This is the second installment of Story #3, Vermilion Threads. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest prompt was to write a story that incorporated the words “vermilion” and “musky” (that one’ll be in a future WIPpet).

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 18, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 18-6=12(subtracting the monthfrom the day).
  • 12 sentences, this time.

I’m offering up a taste of my Story A Day May Challenge: my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship between T’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.

T’Pol and Trip , and all the rest of Star Trek are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended.

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.

The stories are sequential, but they will have diverse tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

I like the effect, and the way the stories stretched me out of my comfortable writing spaces, and took my stories with them. It would be best to read each story without expectations that it will match those before or after it. I will let you know when I shift to a new story, to help ease any pangs the transitions might bring.

This snippet is an extrapolation of what T’Pol might have experienced upon learning of her compulsory assignment to the human starship Enterprisein the pilot episode:Broken Bow Part 1. Her unsettled state has led her to seek balance and control through meditation – but she finds herself immersed in memories, instead…

“I am unqualified to serve upon a human vessel,” I objected logically, while trying to sufficiently suppress the tingle of emotion that roused itself at the thought. Neither apprehension nor anticipation could be allowed to surface in my demeanor.

“The High Command has determined that Vulcan interests must be insured, and that the humans must be guided to avoid the disastrous consequences their impetuous, volatile natures are otherwise likely to incur. You are a scientist, Subcommander T’Pol, with considerable experience in the areas of spaceflight, combat, and diplomacy. Your explorations of homo sapiens are no longer irrelevant; they will no doubt prove invaluable in this mission. You may lodge a complaint, if you choose; however, your assignment as Science Office, and chaperone, is compulsory. The needs of our people supercede your discomfort at the prospect of serving amongst this species, and I expect you will return with valuable insight.”

I took the three prescribed cleansing breaths taught to all Vulcan children; the first and most essential key to emotional control; they didn’t entirely provide the calm I needed to adjust to the reality of the assignment, but they allowed me to find an acceptable level of outer impassivity.

Soval waited unti I had completed the breaths, and then handed me the Starfleet datapad containing the ship’s specifications and the service records of the command crew. I scrolled through the personnel files – and my breath hissed out in a harsh, uncontrolled gasp.

“Subcommander, are you well?

Dimly, I knew Soval awaited my answer – an answer I could not give, for I was pulled back to that restaurant; the music pulsed, my gaze locked to the blue eyes of a human called Trip, Awakening me to him, binding me to the man who now stared back at me from the screen – Enterprise’s Chief Engineer, Charles Tucker III.

Ah…memories. So now we know that T’Pol knows she’s going to meet Trip again, in a professional capacity this time. How does she respond to this surprising turn of events? To Trip, when she officially meets him for the “first” time? How does Soval respond to her lapse of control? Will T’Pol’s Awakened status, and the secret of her breach of protocol, be discovered? Will she be able to maintain her control during this mission?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, watch,  or wait for next week, to learn more…

Story A Day commentary…

Full, original draft version of “Vermilion Threads”…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

 

And let’s finish up with a little random silliness! =)

Coffee and Conversation: Up for a StoryFest?

 

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while.

It’s Monday again – time for Coffee and Conversation.

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

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

After you achieve a long-term goal, do you take time to celebrate your accomplishment? Do you reflect upon its meaning? Do you find that it’s changed you in some way?

Hooray! Confetti Time! =D

It’s been over two weeks now since I completed the Story a Day May Challenge, and I’ve been rereading, pondering, and growing as a result of having undertaken this project.

Participating in this challenge stretched me, in several ways:

  • I wrote in different voices and points of view than I typically do. I wrote to musical prompts, word lists, and images.

  • I got to play with two beloved characters, and their story netted me almost 70,000 new words.

  • I discovered several amazing writers.

  • I have a new passion for reading others’ Enterprise fan fiction, and this is feeding my imagination, adding to the stories I created.

  • I got to indulge myself and my imagination.

  • I found that I was not only capable of following the prompts and my own framework, but that the results were often unexpected and better than I’d thought they could be.

So, in celebration, I offer, a little belatedly, the StoryFest. I missed the “official” window, because I was away, but I can still share these stories, for your enjoyment.

And, hey, why I’m sharing, here’s, “The Logic of Emotion” one of my own favorites from my Story A Day WIP, The IDIC Romance.

Do you participate in organized creative challenges? How do you benefit from the experience? Pull up a chair, enjoy your cuppa, and let’s converse!