Stretching Into September: August 31, 2014

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Wow! Can someone please tell me where August has gone? I swear it was here only a minute or two ago, but it’s already getting ready to leave for a year!

The coming of September finds me in a state of flux. I’ll be continuing many of my goals, tweaking others, and setting a few aside for later rounds. The month will begin with my son’s 13th birthday, and, two days later, I’ll be attending a World Sexual Health Day event with Elizabeth Anne Mitchell -oh, and meeting August McLaughlin, too! =)

A busy start- so it may take me a week to really get into a September swing. That’s all right- I know the autumnal air will energize me, and being wholly present during these experiences will feed my soul, and my writing! =D

How about you? Is September a shifting time, or a period of continuity?

September Focal Areas:

  • Homeschool Administration (until complete)

  • Chameleon’s Dish/ 3 short story revisions

  • Drafting Perchance to Dream/ Pre-planning and Prep for King of Infinite Space.

Soon to be a teen! =D

2014 Blogging:

Focus on layout and design aspects of my Blogging Action Plan. - I haven’t get to any of these, this round. Shifting two to back-burner status until 2015.

  • Get the Kristen Lamb social media wizardry ball rolling. - Contact Kristen by September 7.

  • Play with Web Lab app; goal is exploration and experimentation. -setting aside for Round 1, 2015.

  • Start planning new website, using input from previous two goals. -setting aside for Round 1 /2, 2015.

Build positive blogging habits – post regularly, build queues, answer comments, and share diversely. – On target. I’m posting and interacting regularly and often. Sharing is shakier, but I have ideas…

  • Maintain regular posting schedule; queue 3 posts for Coffee and Conversation; prep 3 ahead for WIPpet Wednesday. -hoping this will give me a clearer target.

  • Continue interacting through comments; expand and diversify my blog visits and participation.

  • Update sidebar; it’s a little outdated and jumbly.

A mischievous girl in a pink mustache!

2014 Writing:

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

Write at least 750 words on Perchance to Dream daily through August, or until the draft is completed. On target. Gearing up for the final quarter; I’ve had several revelations regarding story that are definitely taking things in a tenser direction!

Draft another novel in the Trueborn duology series, as my November NaNoWriMo project. - Time to start planning for November’s drafting.

  • Print and read-aloud Blood and Breath (rough draft WIP); KOIS will be its duology fanfic.

  • Complete pre-planning for King of Infinite Space, through character sketches/bios.

  • Rough out concepts for remaining books in this series.

This is my smile on Shakespeare!

2014 Editing:

  • First revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish; Pre-Revision Plan for Bounded by a Nushell: Readthroughs/notes for Blood and Breath. -This goal is subject to change; revision takes longer than I thought, at the moment!

  • Complete first revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish.

  • Throughout read-aloud, make on-page pre-revision notes for Blood and Breath.

  • Complete first pass revision pre-planning for Bounded by a Nutshell. Setting aside for Round 1, 2015.

  • Revise three short story WIPs for October 31 submission deadline. -More on this goal in the coming week or two.

Seventeen years later, we still like each other – OK, MORE than like! =D

2014 Hometending:

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

Continue the family room reset. On target .

Clean out email files. On target .

Continue reclaiming my study. On target .

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

Experiment with Daily Writing Frames from Round 1. On target.

Develop Daily Hometending Frames. On target.

Set aside time weekly for administrative stuff (Adminstrative Frames, maybe?) On target .

Complete all required homeschooling documentation, testing, and reporting.

Mail Annalise’s End of Year report. Target attained!

Complete Jeremiah’s PASS test and submit results when received. On target. Test returned for scoring.

Complete fourth quarter reports for both children, and submit by 9/15. On target .

Complete 2014-2015 IHIPs for both children; submit within 4 weeks of receiving confirmation of LOI packet.On target .

My girl – lover of fashion and wildlife!

2014 Lifetending:

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

Select and complete projects from my Play Jar. Nothing yet.

Make plans to meet with at least 1 person on my get-together list; get in touch with at least 2 more to express my wish to reconnect. Target exceeded, and there will be more!

Indulge in days with both children, at least one date with Jim, and one with myself. Better – did something special with each child this month; Jim and I, and myself, not yet.

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

Plan a monthly family excursion that involves physical activity. Target attained with Sterling Renaissance Festival.

One workout at the Y each week. Target attained!

Treadmill: 22 minute walking mile using “Rolling Hills” program. Target attained- new goal pending.

Recumbent bike: 8 miles in 30 minutes, using an interval program. Not quite. Closer, though!

Weights: At the Y; minimum 3 machines for arms, legs, and torso weekly. Target exceeded!

Nutrition goals for July:

Consume minimum five veggie/fruit salads and/or fruit smoothies each week. Target attained most weeks.

Consume Greek yogurt and nuts minimum twice weekly. Target exceeded!

A Midsummer Evening’s Dream…

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Visit my “2”s every session. Target exceeded!

Come ROW along with us!

 

Annalise’s Shakespearean Still Life!

SoCS: Beside Me

 

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

Rules and this week’s prompt.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt.

This week’s prompt is to write a post that begins with a preposition.

My post is part love note, part memoir, part poetry – and all a stream-of-consciousness peek inside my life-as-it-is, on a special day.

Are you sure you’re ready for this?! Well, OK then – read on!

Just after our “Sweet Sixteen”, playing around side-by-side while the kids cavorted.

Beside me.

That’s where he was sitting, that Friday afternoon a little over eleven years ago, while our newborn baby lay dying in his arms.

I was being held in those same arms, six years before that, when he proposed to me. He held me, that May afternoon, afloat in turquoise water, deep in the Grand Canyon, in a fern-bedecked little travertine grotto he said was too beautiful to waste.

 

Havasu Falls, near Mooney Falls, where my Accomplice in Mischief proposed.

Neither one of these events was planned. They simply unfolded as they did – a “routine” visit to the NICU to see our comatose son shifting, from the moment the nurse met us in the lobby and whisked us upstairs via the service elevator, to the silent, deep vigil that accompanies death; and the employee hike he said I “had to” do, even though I’m terrified of heights, and it meant a 60 foot descent using tiny footholds and chains held to the cliff wall by railroad spikes, which became a proposal after ten miles of walking alone together, being with one another away from all the things that distracted us in our workaday world.

He was standing beside me, seventeen years ago today, as the town justice repeatedly mispronounced my given name, and I could feel the eyes of family and friends all fixed on us, wondering who this man was I was marrying, this man I’d known for less than six months. I’m sure more than one of them thought that maybe I was making a mistake. People do, sometimes.

I’d be lying if I said I’d never wondered the same thing. Marriage isn’t a matter of happily ever after and riding off into sunsets. It’s a gamble, and a lot of hard work, and striving to be better, not only as a spouse, but as yourself. Sometimes, it ends with death, or infidelity, or indifference, or hatred, or sorrow, or growing apart, or some other variable. Being married for seventeen years is no promise of being married for eighteen. That’s another year away – a year I hope will be filled with laughter, that all the tears will be happy ones, where we’ll grow together and raise our children, be inventive with the resources we have, where we’ll continue to have morning coffee and conversation, to remember the same commercials, to laugh about that time we hit an alligator with a canoe, to marvel at the children’s growth and chuckle a little ruefully at our own aging, to frustrate each other and get over it, to share in the tending of our home and the pleasures of one another’s company, to laugh at inside jokes and carry our secret codes like armor -“Yes, Johnny. Purple flowers mean I love you, and I’m just sayin’ it’ll level off up ahead…”

August 23, 1997. My greatest ally and my toughest adversary…which was part of our vows.

Seventeen years ago, it was also Travers Day here in Saratoga County. We’d traveled from Arizona; I never gave the race a thought, and he didn’t know it was a Big Big Deal. We couldn’t get a hotel room we’d want to sleep in – so we sat up all night, our rental car parked by Saratoga Lake, and filled with purple flower petals, mosquitos, and two sleepy and unconsummated newlyweds. We breakfasted at the Spa City Diner, which had a statue of a foal on the roof, then drove first to Howe Caverns, and then Niagara Falls, where I was carried over the threshold of a hotel room…

He’s beside me now, in a bed he made for us with his own hands, as I type this on my laptop. His breathing is my background music, and his presence is known, comfortable, and still sometimes surprising.

Later, he’ll wake me with coffee in bed, and we’ll chat until it’s time for him to go to work. It’s Travers Day; he might be home late, even for a Saturday night – he’s a chef, and weekends are his busy days. We won’t exchange gifts, but we’re talking about a new roof, a new fridge, a sectional couch, and a new front door. We’re focused on infrastructure, this year.

The real gift, for me? Having him beside me, when I know he could choose not to be. Having him want to be beside me, and wanting to be beside him.

I could live with another seventeen years of this, of this man beside me. <3

Do you 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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Partners in Parenthood…and the people who make us parents. =)

In-Tents Stretch -ROW80 Update, 7/23/14

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Hey there! I missed Sunday’s update – I wrote it, but the kids and I were in Plymouth, Massachusetts, Rocking the Campground with radical unschooling friends old and new. It was a wonderful weekend, but internet connectivity was, shall we say, capricious, and I didn’t manage to get the update posted.

We’re home now, and life is starting to settle back into something resembling a typical rhythm…well, there is plenty of unpacking and unjumbling and hometending and dog-bathing to do, but we are home, and, little by little, things are starting to get done…

What about you? How was your weekend? Did you do anything special, or stick to routine? Did you find unexpected beauty or inspiration? Do you need time to readjust to life after an excursion, or do you just pick up where you left off?


My simplifed goals for the weekend:

Be where I am. Target attained!

  • Swimming, visiting old friends and making new, bestowing kindness, singing, partying, writing, taking pictures, enjoying nature, campfires, tending camp, being with the kids. More on what “being where I was” looked like in a very belated Coffee and Conversation post, later today.

Keep up with regular blog posts, and maybe comments. Target attained!

  • I didn’t quite get to all of the comments, but I did most. I’ll take it! =)

Get Lise’s report signed. Target attained!

  • It’s tremendously easy to find members for a homeschool review panel at an unschooling camp-out. I’ve even got a bona-fide teacher on the list. Each signature came with a chat, and these were the true treasure.

  • The report is signed by a panel of five, and ready to be mailed to the school district.

Move forward with beta-reading. Target attained!

  • I moved forward, and am confident at this point that I can finish by Sunday’s update.

Drafting if so inclined. Target attained!

  • I held off on new words until we’re home again. I did pull out a notebook, and write 3 pages of bulleted notes – mostly questions – to consider. It was a handy thing to do at the beach, when I’d had enough of the water, but the kids hadn’t.

And now, for those other goals, which were, for the most part, set aside for the weekend, and picked up on Monday and Tuesday…

July Focal Areas:

  • CampNaNoWriMo 

  • Homeschool Administration

  • Blog Maintenance and Exploration

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

Maintain regular posting schedule; queue one post for each regular feature. A bit jumbled-up and delayed.

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

  • I answered a few comments, and made a few visits, on Saturday, Monday, and Tuesday.

  • There’s still a small backlog.

 

2014 Lifetending:

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

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

  • Met with more than a dozen people I’ve been wanting to see, and made tentative plans to get together with one again sometime in the next month.

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

Plan a monthly family excursion that involves physical activity. Target attained!

  • Oh, yes! =D

One workout at the Y each week. Target attained!

  • A low-intensity workout after a physically intense weekend.

Workout goals for July:

Treadmill: 22 minute walking mile using “Rolling Hills” program. On target.

  • .25 miles. I forgot to note the time.

Recumbent bike: 8 miles in 30 minutes, using an interval program. On target.

  • 1 mile; resistance to 8.

Weights: At the Y; minimum 3 machines for arms, legs, and torso weekly. Target exceeded for this week.

  • I added an arm machine, for a total of 4 arm; 3 leg; 3 torso this week.
  • I increased my repetitions, but used lower weight.

Nutrition goals for July:

Consume minimum five veggie/fruit salads and/or fruit smoothies each week. Target exceeded!

  • 6/5: 3 salads, 3 smoothies.

Consume Greek yogurt and nuts minimum twice weekly. Target exceeded!

  • Greek yogurt; 4 /2.
  • 3/2:Pistachios and almonds.

Because I just had to share this! =D

 

 

Sponsor Stuff:

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Wednesday Visits:

Sunday Visits:

 

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WIPpet Wednesday: Bigger Problems

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

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

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

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

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

For those keeping track:

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

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

WIPpet Math:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trip!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

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

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

An Adventurous Stretch -ROW80 Update, 7/16/14

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Hey there? Are you ready to go camping? No? Neither am I – which wouldn’t be a problem, if we weren’t going camping hours from home, starting- well, tomorrow!

Yeah. Failure to prepare early means I will spend most of today pulling my sh – uh, stuff – together. And help with the kids’ too…

I’m also simplifying my goals for the weekend, as I will be swimming and camping and not online much. Here’s the deal:

  • Be where I am.

  • Keep up with regular blog posts, and maybe comments.

  • Get Lise’s report signed.

  • Move forward with beta-reading.

  • Drafting if so inclined.

Yup, that’s it. I want low-stress and camaraderie and fun. I’ll be home on Monday. By Wednesday, I should be more ready to resume the rest of my goals-in-progress.

So, what are you doing, this weekend? Camping? Sunbathing? Living somewhere where it’s winter? Scribbling away madly? I’d love to know!

First unschooling campout, York, PA. They kids were 5 and 8, and that’s the local horse skull they’re posing with.

July Focal Areas:

  • CampNaNoWriMo 

  • Homeschool Administration

  • Blog Maintenance and Exploration

2014 Blogging:

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

Play with Web Lab app; goal is exploration and experimentation.On target; more or less.

  • I looked at the app; the lab is closed. I saved some related links that may allow me to do what I was hoping to do with Web Lab.

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

Maintain regular posting schedule;queue one post for each regular feature. On target; more or less.

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

  • A bit slow; I’ve discovered that I prefer sharing as part of an interaction, and that I don’t feel a need to share every post. This is valuable information.

  • I have another insight or two developing.

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

  • I’ve spent some time answering and making comments; I still have some dangling, but that means that I have interaction! Lots of happy, chatting, interaction!

Off to the boffer battle! Unschoolers Rock the Campground II.

2014 Writing:

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

Continue drafting Perchance to Dream during July. On target.

  • I’ve relaxed on word count, this session, and likely the next two, at least, while I focus on other things.

  • 3,556 new words.

  • 53,771 CampNaNo Words.

  • Scene 37/60 in progress.

  • 117,062 WIP words. I’m hoping to finish this long WIP draft at around 140,000 words.

Outside the Mayflower II, Plymouth, MA, 2009. Hot on the ship, hot in the village, hot in the tent, too!

2014 Hometending:

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

Experiment with Daily Writing Frames from Round 1. On target.

  • I’m doing this in a very general sense.

  • I’m attending to the flow and focus of my days.

  • I will adapt these into a daily plan by August 1.

Develop Daily Hometending Frames. On target.

  • Still attending to this one; I want more flexibility here.

Set aside time weekly for administrative stuff (Adminstrative Frames, maybe?) On target.

  • I’m discovering that this works well in the spaces between larger projects or activities; in times when I want to mull stories; and early and late in the day.

  • Began preparing Annalise’s End of Year Report.

  • Attended to some details for our camping trip.

Ready to explore the Mayflower II. Annalise at 6.

2014 Lifetending:

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

One workout at the Y each week. Target attained!

  • Moderately strenuous workout on Tuesday.

Continue exploring fitness goals – more on this throughout the round. Target attained!

Workout goals for July:

Treadmill: 22 minute walking mile using “Rolling Hills” program. On target.

  • .50 miles in 10 minutes; 12 seconds.
  • I’m ahead on speed; but not quite ready to attempt the full mile (weekend plans include camping where there are several steep hills; I’ll add distance next week, after we’re home.)

Recumbent bike: 8 miles in 30 minutes, using an interval program. On target.

  • 6.32 miles in 30 minutes; resistance to 9, but mostly 5 or below; again, saving some energy for a long, active weekend..

Weights: At the Y; minimum 3 machines for arms, legs, and torso weekly. Target exceeded for this week.

  • I added an arm machine, for a total of 4 arm; 3 leg; 3 torso this week.
  • I also increased my repetitions and weight on a few machines.

Nutrition goals for July:

Consume minimum five veggie/fruit salads and/or fruit smoothies each week. On target.

  • 3/5: 2 salads, 1 smoothie.

Consume Greek yogurt and nuts minimum twice weekly. On target.

  • There was Greek yogurt in my smoothie. 1 /2.
  • I bought Greek yogurt and pistachios, so they will be on hand as snack items.

Campground Warrior at almost 9….

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The water really IS fine! The lake at Pinewoods Lodge Campground.

WIPpet Wednesday: Little Miss Logical

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

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

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

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

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

For those keeping track:

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

WIPpet Math:

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

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

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

The review starts at about 4:45.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

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

 

WIPpet Wednesday: A Taste of Sole?

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

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

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

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

A bit about the challenge:

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

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

For those keeping track:

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

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

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 9, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 16 sentences, adding the month and day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

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

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