NaNoing My Nest: October 29,2014

 

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Well, here we are! It’s the final October update, and my busy week is in full swing!

My troublesome tooth is history. I’m not in much pain- it’s tender, and twinges occasionally, but I can live with that. I’ve taken Annalise shopping to complete her costume, bought both kids clothes because, well, they do seem to keep growing, and, on Thursday, the kids and I will be headed five hours away, to central New Jersey, to visit our friends for Halloween. Incidentally, that’s where I will begin NaNoWriMo – as close to midnight as I can manage.

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And, since it’s nearly the end of October, it’s time for me to assess my progress on my monthly goals. On Sunday, I’ll be posting my November goals (uhh, NaNo, mostly!), and my overall Round 4 progress thus far.

How was YOUR October? I hope you found it productive and fun – rather like a leaf pile! =D

October Focuses:

  • OctPoWriMo

  • Short Story Revisions for Submission

  • NaNoWriMo Plotting Target attained!

Blogging:

On target:

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

  • Several posts in progress; that’ll be a focus for the rest of the week; until I run out of month, or all are scheduled.

  • C and C: Posts for 11/3; 11/10; and 11/17 in physical development. Idea nascent for 11/ 24.

  • WIPpet Wednesday: Post for 10/29 scheduled; 11/5; 11/12; 11/19; 11/26 in various stages of physical development.

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems.

  • 28/31 completed and blogged.

Share each feature post to 3 diverse places.

  • Most of the time. More organic than recorded.

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround.

  • Again, most of the time. I’m still falling behind on the intense Saturday-Monday blogging stretch; but queuing posts should help with this, in future.

May the words fall like the leaves….

Writing:

Target attained:

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

  • 60/60 scenes complete; chapter 19/19.

  • Now I let the ideas simmer until Saturday! =D

On target:

Write 31 poems for OctPOWriMo, one per day in October.

  • 28/31 poems completed.

Not yet:

Complete rough draft of Perchance to Dream.

Continue first revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish.

Complete readthrough for Blood and Breath.

Editing:

On target; goal adapted:

Complete Deep Revision process for three short stories.

  • Goal adapted to one story, “A Splash of Red.”

  • Exercise 5/5 in progress.

Not yet:

Do first revision pass on each poem in Queen of My Infinite Spaces.

Continue with on-page pre-revision notations for BAB.

Submitting:

On target; goal adapted:

Submit all Deep Revision stories to World Unknown Review.

  • Submission will occur after final revision pass.

Happy Nightmare Fairy – maybe she’ll give us all inspiration!

 

Hometending:

Target Attained:

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

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

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

Read Smart Change.

On target:

Continue the family room reset.

  • Stalled out a bit mid-month, but gathering steam again…slowly.

Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

  • Intermittent progress here; moving along.

Not yet:

  • Organize laptop files in a rational, intuitive manner. Aim for 15 minutes/week.

  • Explore the 52 Weeks of CHaOS program.

Lifetending:

Target Attained:

Move Play Jar to a more visible area.

  • Moved to a prominent space on my study shelf, near my chair.

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

On target:

Return to exploring the slips in my Play Jar – in a playful, FUN way!

  • I’ve pulled a slip, and will complete it next week.

Continue to meet and make plans with friends.

Not yet:

Surveying what’s on the horizon….

Fitness:

Target Attained:

  • Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

On target: (at least, until the tooth abscess derailed me.)

  • At least one workout at the Y each week.

  • At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.

  • Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week.

  • At the Y; at least 4 weight-bearing exercises/machines for arms/legs/core weekly.

  • Treadmill: 18 minute mile, walking/jogging; using “Rolling Hills” Program.

  • Work up to 2 miles, at any speed for the second mile.

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

  • Build toward one half mile walking/jogging on the track each week.
  • Add time on elliptical, arc trainer, and/or rowing machines: goal is 10 minutes on each, by end of round.
  • Set up Wii balance board and use for 10 minutes at least twice weekly.

Not yet:

Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

  • Not having gotten to the gym two out of the last three weeks, between abscess and the extraction, has delayed this goal. I’ll check my weight next Tuesday.

Nutrition:

Target Attained:

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

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

On target (still working on forming the habits):

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

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

Not yet:

Read Intuitive Eating.

  • This will likely be my NaNo break reading, and, if not, I will read it in December.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Target Attained:

  • Complete and submit my sponsor post.

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

 

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WIPpet Wednesday: Pickle Juice and Leverage

Welcome to the Halloween version of 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!

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another 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.

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!

I’ve got something a bit different for you today. A few weeks back, someone, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember who (Emily, maybe?), posted a “blooper” – a scene that didn’t make it through revisions. I loved the idea, and I wasn’t the only one. So…

Story a Day May provided me with lots of good TnT stuff – but also a few bits that wandered off into weird places. So today, in honor of tricks and treats, I give you a bit that didn’t make it into the slot eventually filled by “Strangers in Sickbay”.

Spoiler Alert! This occurs after the events in “Tigress T’Pol”, which we will return to next week. If you don’t want to know if TnT spend forever in that cell; don’t read this!!!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 29, 2014.
  • My math is – Halloween, baby! Call it a trick; call it a treat; call it a tenth birthday gift for my nephew; call it whatever you want! =D

This story is an add-on scene for the episode: “Acquisition. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. I haven’t edited it; it’s as-is!

So T’Pol and Trip have just bamboozled three alien thieves into captivity, thereby saving the ship….

T’Pol looked at the three big-headed aliens she’d just dispatched. “I trust you will disarm them, Commander? Their scent is – powerful.” She wrinkled her nose; I tried not to notice how cute that small uncontrolled gesture was. Suddenly, I was very aware that we were two of only three people awake on the entire ship.

“What about that nasal numbing agent you used to talk so much about?” I said it mostly to distract myself.

“I no longer use it. I’ve grown accustomed to the scent of humans. However, these people possess a markedly different body chemistry. I find it somewhat – overpowering.” She swallowed. “I would prefer to go no closer.”

“You all right? You’re looking a little green around the gills.”

“The smell is rather -nauseating. Once I am out of close proximity, I suspect the sensations will fade.”

I went to kneel by the aliens, and now my nose wrinkled, too, and I cleared my throat. “These guys don’t smell as bad as Klingons, but this is a little like being too close to an entire vat of pickle juice.”

“‘Pickle – juice?'”

“Mostly vinegar, with some spices, then cooked. It’s a powerful scent – even to my nose.”

“Then I suggest you complete your search quickly.” Her voice wavered a little.

“Good suggestion. Good shooting, too.”

Their skin was like worn leather when I brushed it, and I had to fight the impulse to wipe my hands on my coveralls like I was back to being a kid. “They all have something like phase pistols, and those handcuffs they used on the captain, and then there’s this whip plasma contraption…”

“We will confiscate their weapons, and study them. As for my aim, I had the element of surprise, and a contained area. I believe our phase pistols are the more powerful.”

“Well, their handcuffs seem just about perfect for what I’ve got in mind.”

It took a little shoving and arranging, but, when I was done, they were all attached to one another. “With the way these guys bicker, they’ll be too busy blaming each other to figure out how to get themselves out of this.”

“Splendid.”

She looked at the pile I’d created, and there was smug satisfaction in her tone. She withdrew something from somewhere around her waist – where the hell did she manage to hide anything in a uniform that fit her as though she poured it on every day? – and held it up. It caught the light with a metallic glint. It was a key. “I believe it is time that I released the captain -“

“T’Pol!”

My voice was sharp, and it bounced and ricocheted off the pipes. She tensed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be so loud. But, if you’ve had that key; does that mean Krem is disabled, too?”

“It does indeed.” She watched the key spin, almost as though it had her mesmerized.

“Then why didn’t you unlock the captain?”

She looked at me, and there was something a little reckless in her glinting eyes. “I have unfinished business with Captain Archer, and this key represents leverage.”

“For someone who claims she’s motivated by logic, you certainly seem to be enjoying this.”

What will T’Pol say to that? What business does she have with the captain, and why does she need leverage? Is she enjoying this? How come they’re both keeping their hands to themselves?

Nope. Not telling. That’s the trick part…but you know the drill by now– you can watch the episode, or wait till I post this on a fan fiction site and share the link!

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

OctPoWriMo Day 27: Just a Dream of Broken Hearts

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven!

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 many of 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 that dealt with sleep or dreaming….

And they’ve been in my head, showing me what happens, when they dream…

So I gave them 1300 words or so to each say their piece; of course, they both surprised me. Then I went through both passages, and created a list of found phrases, which, adapted, became the components of this blended dream.

If I pulled it off, you will feel two distinct voices throughout….

Warning: this is a rather epic poem, at over 700 words. No, I didn’t plan that!

And for those who care – SPOILER ALERT! This poem has MAJOR, HUGE, BIG-TIME SPOILERS for the Star Trek: Enterprise episode “Home” and points surrounding. Don’t go further if you don’t wanna know…

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!

Word Prompts:

sleep (sleepy, sleeping)

dream (dreaming, dreamer)

nap

awake

insomnia

Just a Dream of Broken Hearts

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

you watched her get married

she’s Koss’s wife not yours

you have no right to her now

it’s his bed she’ll share tonight

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

her beautiful face blurred

and ran with my tears and hers

an old oil painting melting

beneath her hot red sun

What right had Koss to me?

Angry blood seared my veins.

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

not the friendly sands of Florida

sands of another world

red sands where she

sacrificed herself

on the altar of her logic

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

My nails dug into my palms.

“I must meditate.”

To whom did I speak?

There was no one here.

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

“She’s mine – “

“Yes, Trip – I am yours – “

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

Koss had the right

to take me as wife.

“oh god T’Pol – why can’t this

just be a damned dream?”

we moved together

no hurry but unspoken urgency

bodies and minds and souls

tangled together

inseparably forever

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

In this space, I could pretend…

Pretend if I went out the door,

turned left, rounded the corner,

and crossed the corridor,

felt it rising surging

bursting forth – power

and crushing pain

that I would be at Trip’s door -

he would welcome me in,

her citrus-and-sandalwood

arousal scent blended

with the salt air of home

He’d take me into his arms

and I would come fully to life.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

her eyes glowed and it was almost

as if I could feel what she felt

touch what she touched

know what she knew

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

hot fingers trailed down my chest

plasma arc of sharing

everywhere she touched

Peace slipped away and popped

like the soap bubbles on Trip’s chest.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

to lose myself in her fierce bliss

popping like soap bubbles

under her virgin fingers

as she learned at last how

to play just play

without purpose

but just

for fun

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

“You don’t play nearly

enough, pepperpot.”

Vulcan children did not ever

Play simply to play.

she was opening receiving

all I could give

giving so much more

than I thought she had

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

What he’d fanned into vibrant life,

now dull, numb, broken toys.

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

“don’t suppose that’s sugar-free pie?”

sugars hit her hard and fast

take logic and inhibition

toss them out the airlock

we don’t need them now

My hot touch excites him

Into vivid human flame.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

she rained kisses on my face and I

kissed her pecan pie tasting mouth

deeper and deeper breathing her in

but never breathing her out

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

hot sticky smears over my chest

before I could say anything but “hey!”

well she certainly learned how to play

“oh god T’Pol – why can’t this

be more than just a dream?”

Tempt me from solitude

And quiet meditation

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

her hot breath came sharp and quick

cutting through the sounds of the waves

and the gulls and the setting sun

Cool human fingers soothing

The heat of my hungry skin.

“oh god T’Pol – what does it mean

that we’re dreaming the same dream?”

Our tumultuous bubble of peace

Punctured by tradition and duty.

she kissed my cheek and

gave me the gift of

her thoughts and her tears

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

Find more dreamy OctPoWriMo poems here!

OctPoWriMo Day 26: The 90-Second Fear Ride

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six!

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 many of 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 “Face Your Fear”. We were offered a list of word prompts – I managed to use most of them, nearly all in just two lines, which I think is pretty cool:

  • Frightening

  • Darkness

  • Spooky

  • Mysterious

  • Thud

  • Striking

  • Midnight

  • Pounding

I’m going to do things a little differently today. Instead of introducing the poem and talking a little about the process of its creation first, I’m going to leap right into sharing, and chat after the fact! Change can be scary, but here goes!

Scarily Sweet!

The 90-Second Fear Ride

Heart

Pounding

Fear message

Limbic system

Ancient reptile mind

Hides beneath all reason

Surges up and takes control

Muscles tense; ready to fight or flee

Instincts rule; emotion enslaves me

Self-preservation my priority

A ninety-second thrill ride of terror

Mysterious thud in the darkness

Something spooky strikes the window

Flinch from the man-shaped shadow

Cringing as it leans in

Mind re-engages

Lone sunflower

Peeking in

I planted

It.

Now for the funny part – this is absolutely an autobiographical poem!

One spring, when my kids were much smaller, we planted mammoth sunflowers in the backyard. Rabbits have a tendency to stop by for a dawn and dusk daily browse, and they seem to adore sunflower sprouts, so I planted a patch right beside our bow window, which is in the living room.

My Accomplice in Mischief is a chef, which means the kids and I spend most evenings alone together, a fact we’re all used to, but which started to take on major significance one night, when I kept feeling as though we were being watched through that window. Finally, I spun around – and cringed in terror at the sight of a silhouetted form leaning in to watch us…

Um, yeah. Make that the heavy-headed ripe seven foot sunflower I’d planted…

Recently, I read My Stroke of Insight, by Jill Bolte Taylor. She mentions the limbic system, and the fact that limbic responses are autonomic, but only last about 90 seconds, after which time we can choose what we do next. That’s where the title came from.

I wrote this poem as a double etheree, so that the beginning punch of terror, and the punch line at the end, would have impact, and I kept the source of the fear to myself for a while…

I like the way this one turned out – especially since there was in fact no window lurker!

Find more OctPoWriMo terror – if you dare!

A Busy Nest: October 26, 2014 Update

 

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Ever watch a tadpole become a frog? Ever face one of those weeks where there’s a LOT going on, and you’re a little tired just thinking about it all?

No, one thing doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with the other. I’m a bit kid-rich and coffee-deficient at the moment, and I’ve already been regaled with stories of the creation of Five Nights at Freddy’s, and sat on by a cat. So, it’s just possible that I’m a little loopy…

Anyway, there is a newly metamorphosed frog here amongst our menagerie. A few weeks back, in the summer, Annalise brought in some tadpoles she found in her neglected sandbox. Attrition occurred, until only one was left…but that turned out well, because about three weeks ago, she noticed that PomPom (yes, obviously, a tadpole needs a name!) was growing legs. We’ve had tadpoes before, but never gotten to that point, so it was big news.

And those back legs kept growing, until they looked like tiny, translucent frog legs! Then there were front legs, and she (gender determined by Annalise; not necessarily accurate) started kicking…

And then, three days ago, Lise came to me, distraught. Her tadpole was not in her little plastic bin!

She was sure the cat had eaten her. Squeak cat-egorically denied those allegations…

I looked, and found a tiny little froglet hiding behind the tank, looking mightily confused. I wasn’t sure she hadn’t dried up, but, when I put a bit of paper down near her, she hopped right on, and then back into her tank – and Lise got the frog habitat set up.

So, now we have a little frog. Today, her tail has been absorbed, and she hops and hangs on the walls of her home, and she’s growing.

I think that’s pretty amazing, even if it’s just what frogs do.

Like I said, it’s shaping up to be a busy week. Tomorrow, I get my tooth extracted – no more absecesses from that, thank you! Tuesday, I’ll take Annalise shopping for costume elements. Wednesday will be a preparation day, and Thursday, the kids and I will make our traditional five-hour drive to spend Halloween with their best friends in central New Jersey. Friday is Halloween, and the final day of the month, and OctPoWriMo, and Saturday, in addition to the five-hour drive home, is the kickoff of NaNoWriMo.

By Sunday, I’ll be ready for a day of rest – but there’ll probably be unpacking and laundry, instead! =) I’ll also be posting my end-of-month evaluation, and updated November goals (hint; NaNo!).

And now, onto this week’s update!

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One sassy Nightmare Fairy!

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.

  • Moving forward, a little less swiftly than I hoped; but progress is progress….

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems. On target.

  • 25/31 posted. I’m going to miss this…until I’m consumed by NaNo, anyway!

Share each feature post to 3 diverse places. On target, maybe…

  • I think so; but I got busy, and didn’t keep track…

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround. On target.

Writing:

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

  • 48/60 Cheat Sheets and formatted scene files waiting in Scrivener. Hoping to be finished by Wednesday, at the latest.

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

  • 25/31 poems completed – and a surprise flash fiction draft, too!

Editing:

Complete Deep Revision process for one short story. On target; goal adapted.

  • There’s no way to give three stories the time and attention they need; I don’t want to rush and submit sub-par storytelling.

  • I will complete “A Splash of Red” which is in the final stages of the revision process; and save the other two stories for 2015.

Submitting:

Submit one Deep Revision story to World Unknown Review. On target; goal adapted.

  • Again, three stories would mean shoddy writing; I will submit the one that’s nearly polished.

“SCREEEECH!”

Hometending:

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

  • I spent time revising, reading poetry, and hanging out with Annalise.

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

  • Slipped a little on purging; catchup Tuesday till Friday.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time. Target attained!

  • Nothing new added; but set to ping me with current stuff.

Read Smart Change. On target.

  • 31% complete.

Nutrition:

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

  • 6/5: 2 salads/ 4 smoothies; 2 /2 nuts – pumpkin seeds; pistachios. 2/2 Greek yogurt.

Eat fresh vegetables other than salads (raw or cooked), and/or fresh fruits at least 3 times each week. Not so much. I kept meaning to, but didn’t.

  • 1/3 – apple.

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

  • 4/3 – corn tacos, whole wheat roll, flax seed bread twice – yummy as toast!

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

  • Butternut Squash/Pumpkin Soup.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Visit my “team” twice weekly. Target attained!

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

ROW off to visit some more ROW80 updates!

Tis the season!

OctPoWriMo Day 25: Cowl Invites Touch

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five!

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 many of 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 “Magic and Possibilities”. We were encouraged to freewrite for 10 minutes, and offered a list of word prompts:

  • Fascinating

  • Captivating

  • Enchanting

  • Magnetic

  • Irresistible

Well, I was a bit of an overachiever with today’s poem.

When I looked at the word list, I noticed it used several words or ideas with my 100 word flash fiction story for Story a Day May. Since that story’s part of my evolving Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction project, The IDIC Romance, I’ve been intending to expand it.

I chose the first time Trip encounters T’Pol, in a jazz club in San Francisco (see the episode “Fusion” for more), as the basis for my frewriting – and I wrote 2,000 words!

I do love me some Trip and T’Pol, but that’s another story, and not a poem at all…

I decided that Trip’s poem would be a blitz, which seems to suit his rapid-fire yet laid-back personality well…and this poem might even become part of the story that inspired it…

I love it when a challenge becomes more than the sum of its parts!

Cowl Invites Touch

Alien woman prowls in

Face framed by a cowl

Cowl hides pointed ears

Cowl names her Vulcan

Vulcan eyes search

Vulcan eyes stare

Stare into me

Stare and declare

Declare alien yearnings

Declare Vulcan fires

Fires hot and unexpected

Fires like plasma arcs

Arcs sear and burn

Arcs scorch through soft jazz

Jazz binding us together

Jazz winding through us both

Both caught in arcing music

Both caught up in a breath

Breath tangles into music

Breath exhales wanting

Wanting this to never end

Wanting so much more

More music more time

More whatever this is

Is she feeling what I do

Is she even able to feel

Feel her heart beat faster

Feel hot blood in her veins

Veins green-hued not red

Veins from mind to heart

Heart opening to heart

Heart conquers mind

Mind pleads for reason

Mind begs for logic

Logic burned by plasma fire

Logic utterly undone

Undone by Vulcan eyes

Undone by shadows

Shadows moving softly

Shadows on her face

Face transformed by music

Face inconvenient facts

Facts of human man

Facts of Vulcan woman

Woman breathing in music

Woman I long to touch

Touch her deep within

Touch her man to woman

Woman

Within

Find more OctPoWriMo magic!

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…