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?

 

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

 

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!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Gradations of Memory

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 first installment of Story #3, “Vermilion Threads”. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post 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 11, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 6+11=17 (adding the digits of the month and day).
  • 17 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.

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.

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, maybe, 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.

I’ll keep sharing these for a while; they seem to be rather popular, and I won’t see Henry and Tisira again until later in the summer.

This snippet is an extrapolation of what T’Pol might have experienced just before, and during the first hours 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…

The final cleansing breath sighed from my lungs as I sank slowly to my floor cushion. My hands, reflecting my disquiet of mind, weren’t ready to fold into my lap. Instead, they drifted out to touch the two items on my meditation table – a small skein of vermilion Vulcan silkthread, and the edge of a Starfleet datapad.

The vibrations of this ship differed significantly from those of the Seleya, and I found them, as so much here, unsettling. Not nearly so unsettling, however, as I found Commander Charles Tucker the Third. If I was to work with this man, or resolve my own tangled emotions regarding him, I must have the clarity of meditation.

I centered myself, found the white void of stillness within – although it wavered alarmingly; threatening to dissipate and leave me without recourse for my inner upheaval.

A memory- conversation, three days past, filtered into the stillness, the edges indistinct, so that I might attend to the interaction and my responses, without the distracting overlay of emotion or irrelevant detail.

“You are saying that the word ‘vermilion’ refers to more than a specific gradation of color?”

“Affirmative, Ambassador. Humans often attach evocative values and symbolism to colors. In the case of vermilion, it has cultural significance in several cultures; it represents concepts as diverse as eternity and marital status.”

“You have made a considerable study of this people, T’Pol. Until now, it has seemed – ” Ambassador Soval refrained from saying ‘illogical’ perhaps wishing to convey something other than censure – “somewhat irrelevant.”

“Until now?”

“The High Command has reinstated your rank, Subcommander T’Pol. You are assigned to Enterprise for the duration of its mission, effective as soon as you have cleared the medical and debriefing processes.”

Ah…memories. What else will T’Pol remember? How will the memories affect her? Will we ever find out if there’s any significance to that vermilion thread or that datapad? Will she be able to meditate, or do the memories have her?

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?

A hint of the incendiary volatility in store for these two…oh, and a cute beagle, too!

 

Coffee and Conversation: Tangential Thoughts

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, myfamilywas 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...

It’s nearly nine o’clock on the second Monday of June, local time. It’s been over a week now since I completed the two month writing marathon of the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge and Story A Day.

I’m still feeling tired, and a bit disoriented, after all that sustained effort. My blogging has been a bit erratic – I have things to say, but I’m finding it exhausting and sometimes all but impossible to write the words that will say them.

It’s making me a bit restless. I’m not especially a creature of routine, which, given the rather freeform manner of our family life, is probably just as well.

I do have a certain affinity for flow and rhythm. Running water. Poetry. Music. The gently settling darkness outside my open window, with birds and crickets and fireflies and June bugs (well, actually, I’m not especially a fan of those big screen bashing beetles….). I like the flow of seasons, and days, the sun rising out the same bedroom window, and falling, amidst deepening shadows, giving its last light to the kitchen window…

I had a plan for today’s post, and it was going to be a part of the flow of my day.

But I’m tired, and I’m heading into a time of quiet and contemplation. The thoughts, emotions, and desire to express them are there.

But the words and the will aren’t. The things I would say, right now, are still subterranean, tucked within the sleepy aquifers deep within my soul.

I need to leave the creative outpouring of the last two months, to some degree, while remembering things like laundry and dishes and homeschool reports due soon and taking time to indulge myself and my beloveds; to reconnect, perhaps paradoxically, with my surfaces and my deep places…

Less of a balancing act, and more of a blending…

I’m tired, and spent, but it’s the good fatigue that comes from having done something strenuous, and done it with attention and care.

I “officially” wrote 57 stories (in lengths from 140 character Twitter fiction to 6,000-plus word complex “short” stories), in two months. I say “officially”, because that wasn’t all of them. I wrote two stories that I loved, but which didn’t fit the arc I was weaving (yes, I’ve saved them, and I had the delight of writing them). One story was rewritten, experimentally, using several points of view, and changed with each new framing.

And, through it all, I blogged.

I’m (if you will indulge the pun) all Tuckered out. I might even T’Pol asleep. (Okay, I could be a bit loopy from all that crawling into other skins and other lives…

During May, I wasn’t even human, all the time. It’s an odd trick, to be a Trellium-D addicted Vulcan starship officer fighting her rampant and uncontrolled desires while at the same time being a settled wife and mother who’s never left her planet of origin, and only canoodled with members of her own species…

I‘ve been living life:

  • Strangely?

  • Differently?

  • In odd wisps and fragments?

  • Beneath the surface, and on it?

  • As though it’s all up for creative debate?

The question marks mean I don’t know for sure. I’ve never been anything other than a seeker, a dreamer, a dweller in depth and breadth. For the first couple of decades of my life, I resisted, and gave myself to a string of false pearls known as “have-to”.

And then, I came, through shattering personal experience, to know that not one of us is immortal; not one of us can depend on a certain span of life to hold who we are and what we choose to give ourselves to.

For now, I give myself wholly to the deep places within – the currents and veins of as-yet unworded life, and to those I love. I give myself to passion, and indulgence of this breath, and all it contains, and then to the next, and the next, and beyond…

This isn’t what I planned to write today.

But it is who I am, in this moment. It’s honest, and true, and I’m sharing it with you.

Who are you, in this moment, while you read this? My house is filled with sleeping people who are wrapped around and through my heart and my soul, but we can sip our hot beverages and have a quiet chat while we listen to the nightsong of the crickets…

Creative Conclusion (Or Not…) : ROW80 Update, 6/1/2014

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

So, it’s June.

I’ve been immersed in exploring strange new story worlds for two months. And now….

And now, my plans call for me to return to a more established WIP…

But a certain Vulcan woman and her human romantic interest are the stubborn sort. I should’ve known, maybe, from the start, that these two wouldn’t be happy with a single month’s worth of focused attention. Especially since I left them at a pivotal point that could be the end of their relationship, just when they thought they’d overcome the obstacles that were thwarting them…

So…where does that leave me, and all my plans for other things, this month?

Well – trying to work out a compromise (y’see, I’m not all that eager for the Vulcan/human sparks to stop flying, either – those two are just So. Much. Fun. Together).

We’re in negotiations.

My early offer is to give them some time once a week, which will be either planning, or new words. I’ll also be sharing the stories, as is and sequentially, as my WIPpet Wednesday project (to appease the mathematical tendencies of the scientist and the engineer, more than my own helter-skelter hopscotch writer nature).

And I’m watching Enterprise (most of the fourth and final season isn’t covered in my project-to-date, and I can’t just stop only episodes from series end. Besides, #itswritingresearch!).

I’m reading Enterprise fan fiction (#itswritingresearch – and when it’s good – oh, my!).

And I’m gently encouraging a certain young Huntress of my aquaintance to reveal herself, despite the Vulcan and human already in the middle of the room…

For a while, there’s likely to be quite a bit of creative blending in my life…and some videos for you. Because T’Pol. And Trip. =)

I could have worse problems. =)

What do you do, when you are having trouble with a transition- creative or otherwise? Do you find it easy to shift gears according to schedule? Does flux time suit you better, as you ease from one focus to another? Do you need space away from all projects, as you move between projects?

Now, this session’s progress:

Today’s update includes a goal revision, as I shift to the (somewhat) less intense JuNoWriMo and CampNaNoWriMo challenges.

May’s focuses:

  • Story-a-Day May  Target attained!

  • Homeschool reports

  • Guest post

For June:

  • Homeschool Reports (due 6/15)

  • Guest post

  • JuNoWriMo

Definitely a hard habit to break, these two…

2014 Blogging:

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

Continue posting on my regular schedule; share on Sunday Post, weekly.Missed two; longer stories took me away.

Complete and post 31 Story-A-Day May Enterprise fan fiction stories, following prompts.Target attained!

  • 31/31 Completed!

Respond to comments, and return visits.On target.

  • A little behind; story reality claimed me on Saturday.

For June:

  • Blogging Maintenance”: Post regular features; answer comments; make return visits.

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

  • Share Diversely: Look for more places to share and interact; develop a diverse sharing habit.

Ahh…the early days…lots of sparks, even more friction.

2014 Writing:

Explore my gestating Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction novel concept, as well as the Last House story collection concept, in the form of short pieces or flash fiction, during April and May. Target attained!

Complete 31 Stories for The IDIC Romance, using prompts wherever possible.(2014 Story-a-Day May).Target attained!

  • See above.

  • 66,996 words to date – yes, it’s the length of a shortish novel!

  • I used every prompt, although sometimes in a tangential manner.

Prepare Scrivener files for the writing process.Target attained!

  • 27/31 files prepared.

For June:

A look into their past, and their future…

2014 Hometending:

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

Continue the family room reset.

Get the computer desk moved out of the room.On target.

  • More cleaning on the porch- moving forward slooowwwwlllyyyy….

Continue claiming my study.

Complete the bulletin board reset. Target attained!

  • It’s done. Simple, colorful, pretty, and functional. I’ve got space for the six Trueborn WIPs currently in play. I’ll share pictures, once I’ve taken them!

For June:

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

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

2014 Lifetending:

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

Eat salad and/or drink fruit or vegetable smoothies at least 4 times a week.Target attained!

  • 3 salad, 2 smoothies.

  • 5/4 attained.

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

Choose two playful actions for each day; do several times each.Meh, again. Too. Many. Words. Too. Much. Story.

  • Some days; not others.

For June:

  • Maintenance goal: 5 salads/fruit smoothies peer week.

  • 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.

Sponsor Visits: No, not this session. I will come back to you, I promise! I’m not one to place blame, but I daresay that Vulcan and her human have something to do with it.

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

Story A Day May 31: “Views of a Wedding”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day Challenge,Day 31(and done!)If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary,click here.

I am basing my stories uponStar Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Home.

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

Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a story focused on “An Ending and A Beginning ”.

Home is a pivotal episode for T’Pol and Trip, as T’Pol is herded into the marriage arranged when she and her fiance, Koss, were children. She’s come to Vulcan with Trip, who remains to support her as she makes a choice that hurts them both.

On her way to kneel with Koss for the ceremony, T’Pol clasps Trip’s hand, pulling him back for a moment, so that she can stand on tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

I extrapolated a story that explores the ceremony and the immediate aftermath, and proposes that T’Pol gave Trip a small gift in remembrance.

The prompt was open-ended; the wedding itself is an ending, and a beginning…experienced by three people deeply affected by it.

This story is long – over 6500 words, and I think it wandered more than it will. I did some moderate revision, and know that it could have been 10,000 words or more, if the day had stretched longer! =D

It was a great place to end this story – for now. But I will be back, to begin the next phase, before too long!

And now,an excerpt of my story,Views of a Wedding”. For the full version, click the title.

A young woman knelt upon the pressed sands of her homeworld, her fingers lifting to cross to the precise center of the table. The man across from her mirrored the first posture, but their fingers hovered just at the range at which the bioelectric pulses could be sensed – the prelude to the joining. He felt – strange. Too calm; too still. She was required to meet the man’s blue eyes, but it was difficult to do so. She was aware of a deep, illogical desire to refuse, to rise, to flee…to burst into tears that would be understood by only one person here.

She was a Vulcan. She would not cry.

**

A little off, a man stood in borrowed finery, watching. He watched her fingers lift, in concert with the man. He wondered what she felt; was it different than what she felt with him? Was it better, with a Vulcan man – a man of her own people? He could only see her face in a thin slice of profile, made misty by the sheer cowl. She’d worn a cowl the first time he saw her, too – but he’d known. He was aware of an almost desperate need to charge across this damned sand garden, grab her, run away, pull out a communicator he didn’t have and demand a beamup from a ship that was 16 light-years away, in Spacedock. Instead, he stood there, and watched her preparing to sacrifice herself.

He was on Vulcan. He wouldn’t cry.

**

Aesthetically, she was beautiful. Almost, illogically, he could imagine that she had been sculpted by a master. He was privileged to have the chance to combine her genetics with his own. So his parents had declared, since they were children, and chosen for one another. He, however, was uncertain it was enough. Ought children not be raised in a home where a certain affection – or at the least regard? – existed between their parents, where both were available to them? He could feel the resistance, the distance, that separated them; she would never feel other than a stranger to him, and she wanted nothing more of him. In truth, she wanted this as little as he did. Perhaps he should end this, now, before the next posture began.

They were Vulcan. They must try.

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is here.

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Story A Day May 30: “#215″

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day ChallengeDay 30 (already?!)! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary,click here.

I am basing my stories uponStar Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

This story contains profanity. Reader discretion is advised.

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Zero Hour.

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

Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a story that incudes “#215”.

Zero Hour is the cliffhanger ending of Season 3. It shifts the focus from the season-long Xindi arc to other things…deeper things.

A few things hinted at aren’t directly addressed, though – such as T’Pol’s very tentative reference to her “slightly emotional” state, and Trip’s offer to listen, if she wants to talk…

This extrapolated scene assumes that that conversation happened, in the aftermath of the pivotal missions of this episode – the destruction of the Xindi weapon and Sphere 41, and the Captain’s presumed death (leaving a visibly shaken T’Pol in command of Enterprise as she returns to Earth).

The prompt (#215) is extremely open-ended; here it refers to the dose of trellium-D in a hypospray – the two-hundred fifteenth time T’Pol has ingested what is, to her, a deadly neurotoxin.

This story is long – over 4500 words, and I think it wandered more than it will. I did some moderate revision, deleting a section that went off on a tangent.

I’m not sure I quite captured the moment in the way I envisioned it…and I’m not sure that I didn’t, either. I’ll need a little more space and time to know, I think…

One more day…I’m going to miss this – and I’m going to be relieved to dial down the intensity, too…

Maybe that has something to do with the ambivalence I’m feeling…

And now, an excerpt of my story,#215”.For the full version, click the title.

Trip didn’t need the name that flashed on the screen. He’d looked at that formula for weeks; so had she. The stuff had damn near killed her; had killed over a hundred of her former crewmates.

“Why the hell is there trellium in your room, T’Pol?” He’d promised himself he’d stay calm, but, dammit, he was scared now. Scared, and confused.

“You’re hurting me.” He was squeezing her hand, hard. He loosened his grip, but didn’t let her go. She didn’t seem to want to try to get away, either.

And she hadn’t answered the question. But her head was turned, and tears rolled down her face.

Other pieces fell into place; another picture formed…

That dream – Surak statues collapsing, disintegrating into trellium-laced fragments.

Secure the trellium…and feel…

Her admission that she’d done something she couldn’t undo, and that she felt ashamed of…

Oh, pepperpot – oh please let me be wrong! Why couldn’t she just be pregnant?

“T’Pol?” He asked, softly, afraid to ask anything more; afraid to hear what she said next.

She drew in a sharp breath, as though he’d struck her, and, somewhere, she found her Vulcan armor, more or less. Her face, still streaked in tears, went emotionless in a way that he hadn’t seen it in a long time. “When it became prohibitively difficult to reach it in Cargo Bay 2, it seemed logical to secure it here.”

“How the hell is that logical? This stuff is poisonous to you – out of the whole crew, only you. This seems like the worst possible place to keep it – and why the hell do we need to secure it, anyway – and in a hypospray? T’Pol, there are things you’re still not telling me.”

Her stare fixed on him – no. She was focused on him, but her eyes were boarded up like windows before a hurricane; opaque, Vulcan.

“For over three months, I injected it, daily or more frequently, into my jugular vein. It would be difficult for me to achieve that objective if I could not reach the compound, or if it were not in a hypospray.” She sounded like she was giving a status update when she had nothing to report.

“Three months? Your jugular?! ” Trip couldn’t just sit there and watch her. She was perfectly still as she damned herself, as though this were all perfectly logical, as if it made sense, as if it was a matter of necessity. He was still missing something, dammit! He jumped up, only half aware that he’d jostled the table, and damned near knocked the candle over. He stood there for a minute, not knowing what the hell to do next. He couldn’t think past the crashing in his head, past her sitting there like one of those crumbling Surak statues from the dream. Statues made of trellium, goddammit- aww, hell, T’Pol – tell me it’s not going to kill you, tell me you’ve stopped tell me you- we- can get past this…

Tell me it’s not my fault you did this.

She just sat there, silent, still, a statue woman with feet of clay. Whatever he’d thought was beneath the changes in her, it wasn’t this…this….self-destruction. Like trying to negotiate with the Xindi at Azati Prime. Like hiding in here- oh, pepperpot, were you sitting here pushing this poison into your blood while I was out there, too scared to ring the bell?

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is here.

Interested in reading more Story A Day offerings?