WIPpet Wednesday: “Keep Your Shirt On”:

 

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

This is the seventeenth 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.

So, have you ever heard the one about the human and the Vulcan who got locked in a cell and played word games? No? Well, have I got a WIPpet for you! =D

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!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 22, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 22+11 (the ones from month and year) =33
  • And the last paragraph from last week, for context.

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.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Intense Reaction. Trip and T’Pol play…word games?!?

 

Last week’s conclusion:

Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side, and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”

And now for today’s treat:

“Well, now, T’Pol – keep your shirt on -“

Her look was just about priceless. “I certainly will,” she said, after a few breaths.

“Really? So it’s only my clothes you want to get rid of, is it?” I grinned at her.

“I -” She broke off, looked to the side, then back at me. She was turning a lovely shade of light burnished green, a little like old copper. I decided to take pity on her, and put a hand lightly on her shoulder. She tensed up, but she still had a low-grade vibration – did that mean that she was still aroused, too, and trying to resist? Just to be sure, I lifted my hand – and damned if she didn’t stretch just a little taller, like she was reaching to maintain that contact…and, even if it made me the biggest fool on Rigel Ten, I put my hand back, and T’Pol made a soft sound, like a sleepy puppy – first she reminds you of Lizzie, and then a dog?! What the hell is going on in your brain, Tucker?

T’Pol looked up at me, not quite getting to my eyes. Even those beautiful pointed ears were blushing, and I could feel her trying to figure this out. Poor woman’s got no chance; not if logic’s all she’s got to do it with…because whatever this is, it sure as hell isn’t logical!

I couldn’t keep teasing her. Wasn’t even fair, when I was the one who started it. I smiled and gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze, trying to ignore the way she seemed almost to surge up into my touch like a cat would – now a cat?! I must be as confused as she looked.

“Relax, T’Pol- it’s just an expression, and it wasn’t fair to let you think I meant anything else by it – even if it does kinda fit the situation to a T. It means is that there’s no reason to rush into a decision. This – ” now I was the one who didn’t quite know what to say, especially when she finally met my eyes, her pupils reflecting me back to myself, wrapped up in things she felt, and I couldn’t decipher – not yet, anyway. But I sure as hell wanted to learn how to.

I gestured vaguely into the space between us with my free hand. “Well, whatever this is -this isn’t the best time or place to explore it – but once we get back to the ship, and the doc says you’re all right – “

Beneath my hand, her shoulder was vibrating a little faster, a little deeper. She didn’t say anything, but that quiver spoke plenty, and her eyes were large and glowing as her lips parted slightly, her breath emerging in a soft sigh.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered. Gorgeous, passionate, and driving me crazy without even seeming to be aware of it. Who knew a Vulcan – a Vulcan! - could be like this?

“Are you suggesting that we engage in sexual activity?” Gorgeous, passionate – and she sounded like a prudish clinician with a seductress’ voice.

Somehow, that just made her even sexier..

 

What’s Trip’s answer to that? And will T’Pol accept it, and continue to restrain herself?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet! But, because I like you, I’m giving you a pre-Halloween treat: a story I wrote for the SoCS meme, The Shape of My Heart”.

Spoiler alert: it happens several episodes after the pilot, so be warned!

Until next week, live long and prosper, y’all!

Here’s a special treat…the scene that is my model for the TnT interactions in these stories…I gotta give this round to  the logical lady in  (and out of) the hot blue silk…

 

Who’s Your Hero Blog Hop: Whatever Happened to Barbara Leonard?

Today, I’m joining the Who’s Your Hero Blog Hop, to honor a long-lost more-than-friend…

Her name is Barbara Leonard – well, it was, when I was in my early 20’s, over two decades ago, now, when she became my hero.

Barb was about ten years older than me, and, from my perspective, she had her life pulled together while mine was falling apart. She had a good job, her own home, a car that didn’t break down more often than it ran, and two great dogs.

And, although she didn’t need to, she took me under her wing. She fed me, took me to an Al-Anon meeting, let me spend a week at her house – even when she wasn’t home! – talked with me, and told me stories of her life…and how she had been in similar straits to my own, when she was my age. She gave me ideas on how to scrape by until I could figure out how to thrive.

She was a friend – and more. She was inspiration, knowledge, kindness, and hope. She believed that I could be better than I was. She had a magnet on her refrigerator that read,

“After the rain, the rainbow.”

I would ponder that message while she added fresh vegetables to our boiling pasta.

Our paths diverged, and, eventually, we both married. I don’t know her married name, she doesn’t know mine.

I miss her.

I want to show her what her friendship meant to me.

Because my life is beyond good in so many ways – and it would be less so, if she hadn’t been in it.

Wherever you are today, Barbara, thank you! <3

So…who’s YOUR hero? And have you seen Barb?

Barb helped me to become this mom! <3

OctPoWriMo Day 18: My Favorite Music

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Eighteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to create black out or found poetry, by choosing words (or, in my case, phrases), from an existing piece of writing, blacking out the rest…

This prompt ties in perfectly with a Deep Revision exercise I’m using with my flash fiction story, “A Splash of Red”. So I decided to use a page from this story…

And this is what I came up with…it’s not perfect; and I’ll want to noodle with it some more, at another time. But I like the juxtaposition of the speaker whose eyes are sun and shadow, and the menace of the hawk. It’s got good poems, this little wordplay, and it’s give me a deeper perspective on the story it was born from, too.

My Favorite Music…

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SoCS : “Shape of My Heart”

 

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt – this week’s is to write a post that uses the word or theme: shape.

I thought immediately of this song, so I looked up the video, and then the story was born..

Shape of My Heart…

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!

Trip Tucker heard the music before the hatch had slipped open enough to poke his head through – sweet, swelling notes, bouncing of the tubelike walls of Travis’s Sweet Spot. He thought of closing the hatch, but whoever was up there had to have seen it moving, and he figured it would be pretty rude to leave without announcing himself…

T’Pol was sitting, cross-legged and straight-backed, upside-down on the ceiling, watching him.

He wasn’t sure who he’d expected – but he knew it wasn’t her. He wasn’t sure where he stood with her, really – he was the only one on the ship who knew how close they’d come to losing her a few days ago – but he only knew because he’d poked his nose into her personal affairs…affairs, arranged marriage…

As if trying to figure out how to deal with the gorgeous Vulcan wasn’t hard enough without all that.

She was still watching him. Waiting. Why the hell did she always remind him of a hunting cat when she did that? “Want company?” he asked, not sure if she could hear him over the music.

As though reading his mind – good Lord, she couldn’t, could she? – T’Pol touched the datapad she held and the music cut off mid-note in a way that made him cringe a little. He never liked to turn off a song or a movie in the middle. “Please join me, if you wish.”

The ball’s in my court, then…Trip’s heart gave a ridiculous little throb as it sped up at the thought of sharing this small space with her- and he pushed off into the null-grav tube and aimed himself at the space next to her. Once he was settled, he looked at the pad she held. “You didn’t have to turn it off. What’re you listening to? It sounds familiar.”

“It is a selection from your gift,” she answered. “According to your notes, the performer is named simply Sting, and the song, although titled “Shape of My Heart”, seems to have nothing to do with anatomy, but rather with art, games, meditation, and mathematics.” She got that adorable little wrinkle in her forehead that said she was trying to work her way around to the real point.

“I think I remember that one – but I haven’t heard it in a long time. Mind starting over, so I can catch up?” Trip smiled at her, and a whiff of her citrus-and-sandalwood perfume hit him full force, reminding him of that damned Suliban cell and the way she’d been – would he ever get the chance to see where that could lead?

T’Pol said nothing, only touched the screen, which came back to life. Now that he heard the first few notes, he knew the song, and the video – he’d really liked this one in his early twenties- so he watched T’Pol watch the screen. She remained perfectly still and straight, but she got that look in her eyes again, and her face opened up, quick flashes of tiny muscle movements saying that she was feeling something intense, something she’d said she only felt with human music.

The song unfurled to a sweet ending – and then Sting snorted and laughed, the drummer lobbed off some random notes, and everyone guffawed.

“Why did they laugh? Is the song intended to be humorous?”

“I don’t know why – but it’s not a funny song. Maybe they just needed to vent a little after they played. Maybe they were laughing at a joke someone told that morning. “

“Human emotional responses are often erratic and ambiguous. I don’t understand them.”

“Wanna know a secret? Most of the time, neither do we. But maybe it would be better to explore what you feel when you listen.”

“He speaks of geometry, meditation, and probable outcomes. These are quantifiable terms, and suggest a logical mind and a level of self-awareness. And yet he speaks of luck and chance and the shape of his heart, as though those things are also logical and quantifiable. I feel that I’m intended to understand the message to be conveyed, but I don’t.” She regarded him with those almond shaped hazel eyes, and Trip knew she was looking for answers she could define – and that she expected him to provide them.

“Humans don’t necessarily make music to pass along a message, T’Pol – or at least, not like that. He might have been sharing a daydream, or telling a story, or just trying to evoke a mood. A lot of Sting’s music is like poetry – mood, imagery, deep thought, symbolism. I think he meant for everyone to take from it whatever they did – he was offering something from inside of him.”

“The ‘shape of his heart?’ ” T’Pol said, in that husky way she had when she was unsure of herself.

“I guess so.”

“Then – the ‘shape of my heart’ is what is contained within me -beneath logic and language?” Her scent was getting stronger, and her pupils were huge and dark, and Trip swallowed as she lifted paired fingers that quivered the tiniest bit- damn…

He could only watch as her fingers came for his; he knew what was coming, and he wanted it, was terrified of it…

And still, he lifted his fingers to meet hers, and, as her other hand began the song again, he felt the touch, and they melted together into a sharing that was reshaping his human heart to better suit hers…

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Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

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OctPoWriMo Day 15: Not This; Nor That

 

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Fifteen!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on the word half. The suggested poetry style was the diatelle, which I’ve never played with before.

From Shadow Poetry:

Diatelle

The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an ethere, has a set rhyme pattern of. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.

There are all manner of philosophical questions that could be bandied about with the word “half”. But my mind went to one place, and stubbornly refused to leave –

Yup. I thought of Spock, that most fascinating embodiment of halfness…

Not this; Nor that

Half

I am

As I am

Not this; nor that.

What is it that I am?

Did my parents consider that?

Query whispered to my old sehlat.

I-Chaya answered not; nor cared that I am half.

I sought after answers, silently sat

Upon my meditation mat

What is it that I am?

Not this, nor that.

As I am

I am.

Half

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OctPoWriMo Day 12: Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

 

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twelve!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about desire. I’ve kinda doubled down on this one: The poem is about a passion that couldn’t be predicted, and, as anyone who’s read here before may have noticed, its subjects are a particular passion of mine (if you’re new, try clicking here; I think you’ll see what I mean!).

There’s a word list, but I only used a word or three:

  • desire

  • wanting

  • fascination

And, just because I can, after the poem, you get a video clip of the scene that inspired it!

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!

Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desire of the one.

So I was told when I was a child

Taken to Koon-ut-kal-if-fee

To be Promised to a boy

I pleaded and hid but the will

of the many prevailed.

I was sealed to Koss

And Koss was sealed to me.

Logic above emotion.”

But he is here, so near;

Too much of his body revealed

Smooth strong muscle bared skin

His words sharp edged slicings

Lirpas cutting through to my core

Blades sharper than the sands

Under my seven year old knees

When I was sealed to Koss,

And Koss was sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”

But he slices through reason

His weapons his bold passion

His blue sky eyes his sharp voice

Nothing of logic, all pure emotion

Conviction clear in every word

Demanding I set a wrong right.

And in the midst of this cascade

Of human behavior unleashed

He offers me – kindness and

The pleasures of touch

But I am sealed to Koss

And Koss is sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desires of the two.

But I’m still sealed to Koss

And Koss still sealed to me.

Trembling fingers; quickened breath.

Sharp-bladed words, exploring touch

Musk-male human scent inviting

More touch, deeper breaths

Daughter of Vulcan; son of Earth

Now I yearn for a man called Trip

And Trip illogically yearns for me.

“Logic above emotion.”

The needs of the many outweigh

The hungry fascinations of the two.

Barren mantras crumble beneath

The potent wonder of each caress

Passion far stronger than logic.

Quivering flamelets in every breath

No words can undo this desire

What use is reason to my soul

Or a tradition devoid of feeling?

My beliefs shudder, duty a bond -

Why must I be sealed to Koss

When Trip is here, wanting me?

This poem comes from my Story a Day May Twitter Fiction; the original 140 character story, meant to read like a Vulcan koan, is here.

And now, as promised…skin, touching, arguing, tension…these two are delicious with blue lights and decon gel….just sayin’!

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Settling Into My Nest: October 12, 2014 Update

 

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Is it really already week into the round? I guess I was busy writing, and didn’t spend so much time marking the passing of days…

But here we are, alreasy, six days in. I haven’t been marking the days as much as I’ve been living them…and the last two have come with a badly abscessed tooth and a holiday weekend…I’m managing, but I look a little like a lopsided chipmunk with one cheek full of nuts and the other empty. Hopefully, the swelling will go down before Tuesday, but, well – there’s clearly some dental work in my near-immediate future…

My theme for the round is Nesting, and I’m doing more of that the last two days, since the pain is sapping some of my energy and motivation. I’m doing minimal hometending, so the chaos isn’t overwhelming, and I’m hoping to be able to get back to it soon. In the meantime, there’s poetry, and blogposts, and plotting, and my two classes to play with….

I include only those goals I addressed during the session. I’ll assess my progress on all October goals at the end of the month, and my progress toward my 2014 goals at the end of the round.

October Focuses:

  • OctPoWriMo

  • Short Story Revisions for Submission

  • NaNoWriMo Plotting

Blogging:

Queue all November posts for Coffee and Conversation and WIPpet Wednesday features by October 31. On target.

  • All C and C posts mapped through December 1.

  • All WIPpets mapped out through November 12.

  • Next WIPpet post in drafting stages.

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems. On target.

  • 11/31 completed.

Share each feature post to 3 diverse places. Target attained!

  • 3/3 (counting hashtags as locations, at least for now).

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround. Scheduled posts on target; commenting not so much.

Writing:

Complete rough draft of Perchance to Dream. On target.

  • Reread the scene I left dngling at the beginning of the round.

Finish plotting The Earth Doth Move (for NaNoWriMo 2014) by October 31. On target.

  • As of midnight on Saturday, Goal/Motivation/Conflict/Disaster for 23/60 scenes.

  • Once these are done, I’ll write scene summaries and Cheat Sheets – and then I’ll be done with the plotting. =)

Complete OctPoWriMo Challenge; write 31 poems in October. On target.

  • 11/31 poems completed.

Editing:

Complete Deep Revision process for three short stories. On target.

  • Exercise 4/5 in progress for story 1/3. These will become my priority as soon as NaNo planning is complete.

  • Both other stories are at earlier points in the revision process.

Hometending:

Continue cleaning and organizing my study. On target.

  • Quite a lot of progress here on Thursday night. Pictures will come at some point.

Take time at least once a week to simply be in the space, as it is. Target attained!

  • Spent several hours enjoying the space, with and without guests, over this session.

File or delete Inbox email backlog; maintain at a manageable level. Target attained!

  • Email cleared and sorted. Now to keep it that way during NaNo…

Continue using calendar app to manage my time. On target.

  • Mostly just for future post mapping, this session.

Lifetending:

Move Play Jar to a more visible area. Target attained!

Read at least one of the TBR books on the bookcase by my bed. On target.

Stay current with my two FutureLearn classes; Shakespeare and His World and Exploring Play. Not as much as I would like.

  • Week 3 starts today.

  • Shakespeare: Week: 2. Exercise: 9/13.

  • Play: Week:1. Exercise: 13/15.

  • Hoping to catch up at least one class by the end of this week.

Fitness:

At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week. Target attained!

  • Did some reorganizing in my study.

Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week. Target attained!

  • Took a brief walk with the kids; a little dancing.

Use Wii balance board for 10 minutes at least twice weekly. Target attained!

  • Used board Sunday, Monday and Wednesday; up to 38 minutes per session.
  • Sidelined by fatigue and pain. Hoping to be back to it soon.

Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity. Target attained!

  • Apple-picking and museum visiting. Check.

Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads and yogurt/nuts). Target attained!

  • 5/5. 3 salads, 2 smoothies.

Eat fresh vegetables other than salads (raw or cooked), and/or fresh fruits at least 3 times each week. Target attained!

  • 5/3: Added a carrot and a banana to my existing count.

Eat whole grains, in any form, at least 3 times each week. Target attained!

  • 3/3.

Eat broth or vegetable-based soup at least once each week. Target attained!

  • Done on Tuesday.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly. Target attained!

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit. Target attained!

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