Round One Goal Update: Life in Revision

ROW paused; time to assess.

Hi there! This new year of ours is nearly a quarter gone, now. How are you feeling about things? Has life offered you lemonade, or moldering, fermented lemons? Has it been rolling by, more or less while you watch it like a passing train, or have you been the conductor, orchestrating symphonies of beautiful memory-melodies?

It’s been a bit of both, for me, thus far. Our family vacation cross-country to Oregon brought me treasured recollections and new stories…and, more, a new direction for our lives – we’re now a family hoping to relocate on the other side of the country two years from now – a monumental and dizzying prospect, at present, but, little by little, we’re putting together our ideas of what we’ll need to do to accomplish it…

But that’s not what this post is about. It’s time, now, to look not forward, but back – back to the beginning of the year, and the goals I set for ROW80 Round One, when, perhaps fittingly, my theme was Revisioning…here’s what I said, at the onset of the round.

I’ll expand my comfort zone by stretching past it, to make expeditions out into the world and into my soul. I will experiment and interact with the world around me, from the microcosm of my personal and family spaces, to as far into imaginary and real space as I can manage. I will play, and learn, and love, and grow, and share…

These ROW80 Round One goals, are exploratory steps along a path – part of the trail I’m blazing in this discovery quest. I’m Re-Visioning, this round, making it my purpose to see things differently, and improve them where I see a need and a means. Simple things, and more complicated ones…

Writing:

Write1Sub1: Draft at least one story and submit at least one story each month.

  • Written: A total of 11; 4 character building stories for KIC – “Transitions”; 6IDIC Romance stories; 1 The Earth Doth Move - based flash story – Spock as a toddler.

  • Submitted: 1 of 2;“Monday Morning Coffee”; potentially the opening of a novella.Slow Jazz Awakening” in revision for pending fan fiction submission.

Kifo Island Chronicles Plot 3 novellas, using Cathy Yardley‘s Rock Your Plot.

  • Characters chosen for the three novellas; plan created for plotting both April CampNaNo novels. First novella planning commenced; in early stages.

Star Trek Chronology Project:  Rewatch Star Trek: Enterprise; take notes and develop list of stories to write; update/complete background materials.

  • Through “Civilization” with notes taken.
  • Through “Fusion” without.
  • Background materials read. Revised versions in progress.
  • List of 2015 stories with brief sketches completed.

The IDIC Romance: Choose a fan fiction site; submit the story compiled from “Breaking Protocol”, “Mystery Woman”, and “Magical Possibilities”.

  • Compilation Draft 1.5 completed; reverse engineering revision plan progressing.

A-Z travel posts: Complete rough drafts of all.

  • List of post topics created; intro post published; notetaking for posts commenced.

Trueborn Warp/Weft series: Sketch notes for next volume in each series.

Write 750 words daily: at 750words.com.

  • No 750 words post-vacation; experimenting with FocusWriter.

Editing:

Chameleon’s Dish:  Revise all plot and pinch points, prologue and epilogue (13 scenes).

  • No forward momentum; other projects took over.

The IDIC Romance: Revise stories through “Tigress T’Pol”. (3 stories).

  • Slow Jazz Awakening” revisions progressing.

Write1Sub1: Revise “Morning Coffee” and “Peach Liqueur Love”, using Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision process; choose three more short stories to revise in 2015.

  • Monday Morning Coffee” completed.
  • 2/3 new stories selected: The Venom Club” and “Answering Machine Flash”.

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance: Keep regular posting schedule, comments, and visits.

  • A bobble or two; otherwise good.

Build blog queues: 3 each WIPpet and C and C posts.

  • Not really.

Blogging Action Plan: Review/revise plan; overhaul Lovely Chaos sidebar.

  • Plan reviewed.

Twitter  and Facebook: Visit at least twice weekly.

  • Mostly.

Pinterest, LinkedIn,  WANATribe, ect: Visit at least one weekly.

  • Some.

Share posts – mine, and others': Share at least 5 items a week.

  • Mostly.

Blog views and followers: Increase blog views to 50 at least 10 times per month; followers to 700; WordPress followers to 222.

  • Some views above 50…
  • 733 total followers.
  • 226 WP followers.

Hometending:

Complete resets/reorganizations: Complete family room reset; clean all kitchen counters; organize/remodel island; and rehome pans and serving dishes to pantry.

  • Progress made.

Inhabit my study: Clean and organize floor and project table; replace calendar and candle; use the space at least twice per week.

  • Almost finished with floor and table.

Personal Administration: Clean, organize, and backup Desktop and Writing Bullpen files; sort Leisure Time Reading file; maintain inbox below 100 messages at least twice weekly.

  • A good deal of organizing and purging.

Homeschool Administration: Complete second quarter homeschool reports for both kids, due March 15.

Photo digitalization: Scan Arizona and Oregon travel photos; save in organized files with backup.

ROW80: Submit sponsor post; keep visits up-to-date

Lifetending:

Oregon vacation: Prepare for and take vacation trip in February.

Kindle ebooks: Read and write reviews for 6 books on my cloud written by writers I know.

  • 2/6 books read; 1/6 review in drafts.

NNWM local group: Continue attending write-ins whenever possible; interact regularly online.

  • Great attendance; fair interaction.

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

  • Some.

TBR Stacks: Read 3 books bedroom TBR pile.

  • 1/3.

Smart Change: Select a goal to focus on, using the methods in this book.

  • Reread Chapter One.

Starfleet: Reconnect/possibly rejoin USS Albany group.

  • Reconnected.

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

  • Far exceeded. =)

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

  • Beta read 1 /2 stalled.

Fitness and Nutrition:

Workouts: at the Y or a strenuous activity at least weekly; with Wii Fit at least once weekly.

  • Not so much WiiFit.

Walk, dance, swim, or physical play: With children, spouse, and/or dog thrice weekly.

  • Sometimes.

Practice: Resume t’ai chi or yoga classes by end of round.

  • Found class schedules.

Intuitive Eating:

Read and begin considering.

  • 25% read.

Cooking/ Food Preparation: Develop a repertoire of 10 self-made food options that support my nutritional goals.

  • 4/10.

Maintain weekly nutritional quotas; adapt as needed.

Weight: Maintain or reduce weight; continue monthly checks.

  • Maintained.

These goals were a part of Kait Nolans ROW80 Writing Challenge – Check back on April 5, 2015 for my Round Two goals.

Penultimate Vision: March 22, 2015

ROWin’ to the end…

Spring’s still out to lunch, and will be for another few days, it seems. It is getting slowly and unsteadily warmer, and I’m moving forward as the round, the month, and the time for prepping come to an end, and the four-month writing surge commences with the (eventual) change of seasons…

It’s the second-to-last update of Round One. During the next few days, I’ll be striving to wrap up as many of these goals as I can manage, and move others forward. The break will bring more intensive focus on plotting and setting up April posts, goals, and hometending ,with the aim of being ready to dive into CampNaNo, and my two Kifo Island Chronicles novellas- to -be on the first. I’d love to have all of my A-Z blogposts prepped and scheduled by then, too…but it’s likely that that won’t happen, since there are three other people living here, and they call me things like “Wife” and “Mom”…because they’ve got the right to!

So, I’ll be focusing on doing the best I can to get ready for April, and, somewhere in there, I hope to be able to start ramping up for Story-a-Day May, then JuNoWriMo, then July CampNaNo

As I’m typing this, it feels just a bit insane…and I think I love it! It’ll be a full-on creation fest…

And I’ll love August and September, for the slower pace, and the chance to delve back into editing!

What about you? Do you have big spring plans, or are you just ready to sit back and enjoy some sunshine, fresh air, and green things?

As for me, here’s how I’m doing with my revised goals:

Blue with overstrike = completed.

Green = in progress.

Red = goal-in-waiting.

  • Planning for my CampNaNo projects. Plan and plot two Kifo Island Chronicles novellas before April 1. KIC #1- “Transitions”. Ordering the relevant folders in progress. All Goal/Motivation/Conflict completed. Next up, setting up the Scrivener file with ordered scenes, and the rest of the plan, then on to Book 2, which I’ve been giving a little thought.
  • Hometending and lifetending. More hometending projects. The house is even tidier…and I might even dive into the Chaos That Is Our Front Porch in the next week or two…
  • Revising: Revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening”; complete and submit by March 31. Completed through Plot Point 3, for both. Next up, the final 4 scene summaries, and then the Cheat Sheets for all 16 scenes.
  • Prepare posts for the rest of the week. Second Serving Sunday, and ROW80 posts in progress Coffee and Conversation, WIPpet Wednesday, Eight Sentence Sunday, and Stream of Consciousness Saturday posted and/or scheduled, as well as a reblog. Next up, finishing this week’s, and beginning next week’s, posts.
  • Continue editing/sharing photos from our Oregon trip. More of Feb18th edited, up through t the end of our first visit with Jim’s sister Jennifer. Next up, more Flickr uploads, then the last of the Feb. 18 editing, of the sunset as we drove down I-5 to Eugene from points north.
  • Create a queue of three Coffee and Conversation posts: one essay, and two Walks With Jo. Wrote a jumbled essay rough draft and highlighted for revision. Three collages formatted for first Walk With Jo post. Next up, edit essay for 3/30 post, and embellish collages for Walk With Jo.
  • Write a paragraph or so of notes for all 26 A-Z posts. A and B paragraphs completed; next up, the other 24, then writing the posts.

Moving to the break:

  • Review and adapt goals lists for February, March, Round One, and 2015. Assessing where I am and where I want to be, and adjust accordingly. Next up, continuing comments on Round One and 2015, and writing February/March update.
  • Draft a Round 2 sponsor post.

Well, that’s it for me, so why not pop by and visit another ROWer – or maybe several? And, whatever the season where you are, may it be a joyful one for you and yours! =) And, because it’s spring, I leave you with something perfectly bouncy…

 

 

Write1 Sub1: Bye, Bye January! SWAG: Hello, February!

Now that January is over, and February underway, it’s time for me to report in on my Write1 Sub1 writing challenge. This is a challenge based on the writing philosophy of science fiction writer Ray Bradbury, who wrote, revised, and submitted a story a week. I’m not Mr. Bradbury, so I opted for the monthly challenge this year – a story written, and one submitted, every month (not likely to be the same story).

Writing and Submitting stories every month.

 

Here’s my January tally:

Write1 (2.5):

  • Began my “official” story, “Terry Acosta”, a story that will develop a third character for a novella I will be writing in April. Draft about halfway complete.

Sub1: (1):

  • I revised my existing short story, “Monday Morning Coffee”, and submitted it to World Unknown Review. This may be the first chapter in a novella; I’m not certain quite yet. I should know by June; the deadline for 2015 submissions is October 31. If I’ve written another story or two for this project by June, I will pursue it as a novella; if not, I will allow the story to stand alone, and potentially develop it further at a later point in time.

Getting My SWAG – Serious Writers Accountability Group

SWAG February Goals:

As we get closer to Story-A-Day May 2015, I finally checked out Julie Duffy‘s Serious Writers Accountability Group. It’s a simple idea; just state a simple goal to accomplish this month; and then report my progress on the first of March.

So, here’s my three very simple SWAG goals for February:

  • Revise “Slow Jazz Awakening,” the compiled version of the first three of my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction stories I wrote on May 1-3, 2014, for Story a Day May.
  • Review character and background materials for The IDIC Romance, in preparation for this year’s Story-A-Day May.

And that’s it. I like these small micro-goals, because they help me to focus on specific elements of my larger goals.

How about you? Are you a fan of challenges large and small? Why or why not? What’s the most interesting/most unsuitable challenge you’ve participated in? Did you see it through, or bow out? Why? (I know, I ask that a lot. I’m the nosy sort!).

WIPpet Wednesday: “Extenuating Circumstances”

 

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

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

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

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 14, 2015.
  • Math: 10 mostly short paragraphs: 7+4-1=10; using the date, and halving it, and being creative to get my way!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. T’Pol has just told Trip that there are ‘extenuating cicumstances’ that may affect her ability to accept his proposition…now he wants to know what they are, and he thinks he has an idea…

A possibility exploded in my head with the force of a warp core breach.”Oh, damn – you’re married, aren’t you?” T’Pol’s hand hovered there, fingers trembling. Her staring face was pale and shocked. “Aww, hell. I got that just right, didn’t I? Course you are – who could resist someone so beautiful, smart, strong, and downright sexy?”

“I’m not married.” Her voice only shook a little. Maybe she was telling the truth the way all Vulcans insisted they always did – but then why did she still look like I did when I was fourteen, after my first time, out in the orange groves, when Lizzie spied on us and teased me about it for almost a year? I decided I was gonna find the answer to that little riddle. After all, I wouldn’t be much of an engineer if I didn’t, now would I? I grinned, and, as the old saying went, let her have both barrels of the infamous Tucker charm…

“Not married, eh? So there’s no Mr. T’Pol in the picture?”” She looked away again – to hide, I guessed, but from what? Being unattached, and what that meant for whatever this was boiling over between us? My accusing her of being married and not telling me? Those things she wasn’t supposed to feel or act on, but wasn’t sure she wanted to control? Something else I couldn’t even guess at?

Did I really have any business knowing, or the right to ask about her personal life?

I took advantage of her turned head, and echoed her little back-of-the-fingers-along-the-jaw caress. She gasped and shuddered, and her pulse beat fast and hard under my passing fingers, reminding me of the way her heart had felt when she was straddling me. Oh, yes, gorgeous – you want this as much as I do. So what’s getting in your way?

When I took my fingers away, T’Pol started to lean toward them, then caught herself and shook her head, like she was denying her own impulses.

Are you – ?” She swallowed, hard, interrupting herself, and starting at me with those huge dilated eyes while she worked up the nerve to finish her question, “Pair-bonded?” Her voice sounded utterly neutral, but she quivered like a grappler cable at maximum tolerance. She might pretend she didn’t, but Miss T’Pol, the most eligible Vulcan bachelorette in this entire cell, cared about my marital status, too. And, whatever her ‘extenuating circumstances’ were, even if it was the whole damned Vulcan High Command with Starfleet piled on top like a cherry – knowing that made me a little giddy… or maybe it was her perfume, which had gotten so far into my head I didn’t think I’d ever forget her scent.

We’ve certainly gone about this a bit ass-backwards, haven’t we?” I laughed at her expression, and decided I wasn’t going to tell her what it meant unless she asked. “Nope, the only Mrs. Tucker in my life is my mama. I thought there might be one, once – you saw her that night at Fusion, just before you ran out. Her name’s Natalie, and maybe she still thinks it could happen, but I-”

She suddenly spun around, tipping her head. I could almost feel Subcommander T’Pol of the Vulcan High Command come back full force. She stiffened her spine and strode across the room again, getting as close to that force field as she could without actually touching it.

No point explaining about Natalie when she wasn’t even listening – or at least, not to me. If T’Pol was hearing something else, I wanted to know what it was. I strained – but I couldn’t hear anything unusual. Then I remembered what she’d said about the evolutionary reasons for those deliciously pointed ears of hers, and how she’d heard me, even when I couldn’t even hear myself, from across the room…

I came up behind her, trying to ignore the way her lingering quiver shivered through my body, too. “What is it -?” I kept my own voice softer than a whisper, but I stopped when she only lifted a hand. I stood there, trying not to give in to the powerful temptation to pull her hot taut body close while I waited to see if she was going to clue me in.

What does T’Pol hear? Will Trip ever find out? What about those unspoken ‘extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to learn more!

 

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Whatever This Is

 

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

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

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

Three weeks ago, Trip and T’Pol talked idiomatically. This week, a conversational quagmire…
Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 7, 2015.
  • Math: 6 paragraphs, 7 for the date, minus 1 for the first WIPpet of the year!

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

 

T’Pol, did you just – uhhh, proposition me?” She only stood there, watching me, her low-grade quiver seeming to move through the air, somehow, and transmit itself to me, and a shiver of anticipation went through me, almost like she was still touching me. Damn, she was intoxicating! “All right then. This is what I propose – whatever this is, let’s take some time to explore it, once we’re back on the ship, where we can have that door, and a bed that’ll do, even if it’s not as comfortable or as big as I’d like.” She took in a sharp breath, which seemed to echo through me, resonating with her vibrations. I wanted to know what she was thinking – I waned to pull her to me, right here and now, bed and door be damned…T’Pol made a soft guttural little sound. As much to distract myself and fill the silence as to convince her, I kept on talking, as though I didn’t know how to stop. “Without you calling him up to remind him of protocol every step of the way, the Cap’n’s bound to get suspicious sooner or later, and then he’ll come find us and get her out of here.” Watch. Quiver. Her breath prickled my neck hairs, and I was breathing faster now, too. Why the hell wasn’t she saying anything? Why the hell why wasn’t I shutting up? “And then, – as soon as we’re both free -“

She flinched bodily, shaking, flinging her head to the side as she gasped – and, too late, I stopped vomiting words at her. She’d damned near thrown me to the floor, grinding against me in a way that said, without doubt that she wanted me – or did it? Did any of this -whatever it was – mean anything to her? Did it mean what it meant to me – this whatever-it-was? She’s a Vulcan, Tucker – not a human. You could be reading her all wrong. I didn’t know how, exactly, but I could feel, T’Pol – closing off? No, not that, or not exactly. More like she was backing away, in her mind – from me, or what I said, or how she’d responded, or takig that next step that she seemed both to want and to be afraid of…I needed more information before I could figure out the problem, and what to do about it. Softly, I said, “What’s wrong, T’Pol?”

Her eyes were doing that nervous little sideways skitter again, so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I stayed pu, even though my brain was screaming at me to go to her, the way I’d go to a human woman who looked that upset. Maybe it was stupid, to press this any further, but I couldn’t just stand there while she looked so miserable and vulnerable. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and watched her pretending she had control of herself, and then said, “Look, I get it – we’re essentially strangers to each other. But something’s bothering you about what I said, or what I did, and I don’t see anyone else here for you to talk to. Besides, we’ve already covered a lot of ground, for strangers – and, believe it or not, T’Pol, I like you. If I’ve hurt you, or upset you – “

“It’s not that we’re strangers, Trip.” It was a whisper that held too many things to name – but I thought there was fear, yearning, shock, wonder,,. “It’s that we’re not -” She frowned a little, turning to face me agian, and her gaze climbed slowly up my chest. She made it to my chin before it flinched away again. “From the first moment I saw you – ” She shook her head, and stared at my mouth, and I wondered if she knew she was licking her lovely lips. “I am a Vulcan, Trip. I’m not free. I’m intended to feel what I feel for you. I am most certainly not intended to act upon those feelings…”. She jerked her eyes up to fix them on mine, and then her stare swept my body, avid and hungry. “And yet, I don’t know how to stop feeling, or acting – and, if I did, I’m uncertain that I would choose to.”

So I’m imbalancing your systems.” She made a tiny motion that might be a nod. “You know, you’ve thrown me out of whack too – I never met another Vulcan who looked like you, smelled like you – turned me on the way you do…” I trailed off, again, because her eyes suddenly focused on mine, and I was falling in, even from across the room. How could she do that just by looking at me?

“Trip – there are – ” She swallowed, and strode across the room to stand close enough to touch again. Her hand lifted, those fingers pairing, and she brushed the backs of them light and swift as a pulsebeat along my jaw. Her fingers trembled; so did her breath. “There are other…extenuating circumstances…” She stared at her fingers, and I breathed in her delicious smoky citrus scent and tried to keep hold of my circulatory system for once. She frowned at her shaking hand, and didn’t look at me. “I should not have allowed this…”

What is this? And what are T’Pol’s extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to find out more!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: A Horse’s What Did You Say?

 

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!

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

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

Last week Trip and T’Pol tried to figure stuff out. This week, they take it a step – or a saying – further…this one’s pretty long, but I had fun with Kathi’s word, ‘horse’s’ – pretty much everything in this snippet is brand new material! Thanks, WIPpet Mistress!

Will Trip be able to explain slang toT’Pol? Do they both have secret agendas? Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 17, 2014.
  • My simple math: 18 paragraphs, with lots of quick dialogue, and one added as a December treat (one shabbos candle; one star; one snowflake; one month to go till 2015, one saying, or another…your choice!)

Add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

So, you like being in the company of a horse’s ass, then?” I whispered it so softly, I wasn’t even sure I’d made a sound, but T’Pol turned to face me again, the frown right where I thought it would be. Figuring her out was promising to be even more fun than figuring out that fancy Warp Five engine up on Enterprise.

Is ‘a horse’s ass’ analogous to a ‘jackass’, Trip?” She raised a brow at me, and tipped her head a little, and I’d be damned if it didn’t look like she had a bright little glimmer in her eyes while she waited for her answer. Was I really gonna finally get lucky enough to have a woman I wanted to figure out think I was worth figuring out, too? But then I remembered that she was going to be gone, as soon as we got that huge Klingon fellow back to his own people. She’d be at the damned Vulcan Consulate, where protocol said she had to stay put, not even go out for a few minutes. They sure as hell weren’t going to let her keep in touch with a human engineer…

Unless I could figure out a way to make her want to stay, the Cap’n agree to keeping her around – and the damned Vulcan High Command to assign her to us permanently…

If you are attempting to discover the lower threshold of my auditory range, you have done so.”

What – oh. No, I didn’t say anything – I kinda got to thinking…” But I couldn’t tell her, not yet. I figured we needed to actually get to bed with each other, first, spend some quality time where she could let go the way she seemed to want to, at least sometimes.

Does my query truly require so much analysis?”

Your query -?” Damn, I’d gotten distracted by plotting to keep her here; what the hell had she asked me?

Are the terms ‘a horse’s ass’and ‘jackass’ analogous?”

Oh. Right. Well, yes and no, I guess. I’m pretty sure a ‘jackass’ was actually a term for a male donkey, originally. A ‘horse’s ass’ is technically the – well, the rump of the horse.” I patted my own backside for effect. “But, when they’re used to describe behavior, they mean pretty much the same thing.”

I fail to see the logic in the terminology.” That glimmer was still in her eyes, and I suddenly got the idea that she might just be indulging her ‘fascination’ with me, too.

Maybe that’s because it’s not ‘terminology’, and it’s not supposed to be logical. They’re just sayings, T’Pol – you know, idioms. Figures of speech. Expressions.” She just looked at me, her face never changing, as though maybe she was waiting for me to start making sense. It might be a long wait, sweetheart…but I was damned sure gonna try to teach her something; make good use of every chance for inter-species understanding I could. “There are a lot of sayings with horses in them, maybe because they were an important part of our history.”

Such as?”

You can lead a horse to water; but you can’t make him drink. Getting up on your high horse. A herd of wild horses couldn’t keep me away. Horsefeathers. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Horse sense. That’s a horse of a different color. Dark horse. Don’t beat a dead horse. I could eat a horse – ”

I believe I have heard enough. Does each of these – figures of speech – carry some significance, to humans?”

Well, it’s kind of cultural; informal language isn’t the same as formal. People from different areas use different expressions. Malcolm, Travis, and Hoshi all use some I’m not used to, because they grew up in different places. It’s not an exact science, or a science at all, but, if you understand the expression someone’s using, it gives you a better sense of what they mean, without them needing to explain.”

It seems a most -inexact method of communication. There is no such confusion, in Vulcan.” She looked like she was trying to figure out if that was a good thing, or not. Maybe she was fascinated by slang- wouldn’t that be something, with the way she talked?

You mean, there aren’t any idioms, at all?” She shook her head a little, and I tried to imagine what that would be like, but couldn’t. Or maybe I could – a whole planet of people who sounded like living computers, the way she sometimes did, at least before we got locked in here. “I guess we’ve got a lot to learn about each other’s cultures,” I said. “I’m looking forward to having the chance to figure it out with you.”

Perhaps at least some of the ‘figuring out’ could be done upon a comfortable bed, and behind a door that can be locked.” She’d been still, this whole time, but now she started to quiver again – and her scent and her eyes spoke another type of language entirely. One I thought I could spend about a lifetime getting to know…

Did T’Pol just proposition Trip?! Will they find the elusive bed and door, and the time to use them to figure each other out?

Come back next week to find out more!

WIPpet Wednesday: Figuring Stuff Out


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!

I wanted to get to more WIPpets last week – really, I did.

And then the story took over, and, before I knew it, it was this week, with a new set of WIPpets…and another chance for me to do better…I’m traveling, and so there won’t be quite as much focus for writing – but maybe just enough for reading and commenting on WIPpets!

If I don’t get to you, feel free to lob something reasonably soft and smooth-edged in the general direction of my head…because I really, really don’t want to forget to visit you! =)

Anyway, here we are, back to TnT and their adventure in a little cell…

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

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

Last week Trip tried for humor to as a distraction, in, “That Query is Illogical” only, T’Pol took him seriously. This week, they try to figure stuff out, with a shocking twist or two…

Will Trip put his foot back in his mouth? Will T’Pol finally figure out how to get them out of there? Is there a comfy bed in their future? Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 10, 2014.
  • My simple math: 11 shortish paragraphs, and one added as a December treat (one shabbos candle; one star; one snowflake; one month to go till 2015, one sharp-eared Vulcan in a cell….your choice!)

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

T’Pol, listen – ”

Yes, Commander?” She turned her head slightly; but her fingers kept delicately probing the edge of the field generator; something I maybe should’ve done when we were first dumped here- except I’d been worried about her, and then she’d pushed me into the wall, and then I’d kissed her, and reality shifted forever, at least for me. But she looked like she was all the way back to duty mode and pure Vulcan logic, with no room left for anything as illogical as inter-species attraction.

I didn’t mean I was literally in danger of dying if we stay here. Truth is, I was talking to myself, and I had no idea those ears of yours are as sharp as they are beautiful -”

It would be highly illogical to evolve an ear shape specifically for aesthetic appeal, Trip. Vulcan ears are designed to capture and cup sound in a desert environment, where various factors can make tracking sound and source difficult. They are a survival characteristic; nothing more.”

Well, they’re a hell of a lot more to me. They’re beautiful, and I want to kiss them and nibble them and whisper things into them that would shock you down to your prim little toes – which I’ll just bet are as sexy as the rest of you…”

T’Pol’s left hand jerked just a little -and caught the edge of the beam. She made a startled little gasp, and shook it before examining it. She didn’t turn around, though.

Aww, hell, T’Pol. Sorry – I’ve got this habit of needing to figure stuff out. Makes me a pretty damned good engineer – but maybe not the best guy to share a cell with.”

Does that mean that you do not wish to – ” Damn, she was quivering again, and adding new layers of smell to those already in the little room. “To do the things you said you desired, regarding my ears and toes?”

I laughed. She didn’t have to be even looking at me anymore for me to know she was wearing that confused little frown. “Oh, I want to do them, all right, T’Pol. And more, too. I don’t want to miss so much as a centimeter between them. I want to make those toes of yours curl, and your back arch, and feel you quivering – and damn, woman, why don’t you just order me to shut my damned mouth?”

Perhaps that is something that engineers and scientists have in common, Trip. I also find- pleasure- in ‘figuring stuff out’. And I find your ears – ” She stopped, still facing the wall, with her head turned so I could get just a little peek of her face. I thought she wasn’t going to finish the sentence, when she added, “fascinating. Your ears – and the rest of you, as well. I can think of no one I would prefer to be locked in a cell with.”

All right, Tucker. Ball’s in your court; don’t blow it. At least she can’t see you picking your jaw up off the floor…

What’s Trip’s next move, here? Will he figure out the tempting little Vulcan lady who keeps shocking him, and herself? Did she hear his jaw hitting the floor?

Come back next week to find out more!