“What Kind of Home…?”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday! 

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/16/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/17/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday  post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

Disclaimers:

  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them.
  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”. Spoilers for that episode.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, Spinning

Trip has gotten some very bad news from back home, and the ship is months away from Earth. Relieved of duty and out of options, he sees only one way to ease the pain – by getting good and drunk, and staying that way. I wrote this story for the Story a Day May Challenge, using the Second-Person POV prompt, which accounts for the unusual phrasing. I actually loved the way this story turned out (the POV was fanastic for a drunk scene!), but, if you  don’t care for second-person, it might not be for you.

I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me! =D

You roll to your belly. But that only makes you feel sick, and you don’t want to sleep, anyway. “For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” 

Damned Shakespeare, too…gotta get out of here, get away, get unstuck. It’s the middle of the night; maybe you can slip into Engineering, just for a minute. If you can touch your engines, you’ll feel better. You’ll be home. 

Awww, hell. Home. What kind of home was there now, after -? 

Can Trip get unstuck? Will he make it to Engineering? Will he get sick? Will he dream?

For those who don’t want to wait for the next installment, here’s the current “Stuck in Space” arc:*

  • Sticking Point: Trip, tormented by unanswerable questions and unimaginable loss, just wants to stay drunk. 
  • Pillow Talk?: When the “comforting” veers into uncharted territory, conversation is – challenging, and fascinating.

*There may eventually be more stories in this arc.

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A Watched Kettle Boils Anyway: The IDIC Romance for SoCS and #STaD

Rowing down the Stream of Consciousness…Badge by Doobster @Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  meme – an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: the letters ke”, anywhere in a word. I worked in a few instances, both beginning and ending with “ke”.

Since it’s also International Short Story Month, and I’m actively participating in Story a Day May, I combined this prompt with the Something different” prompt for May 22.

Today, I bring you – a human, a Vulcan, a kettle, and a secret mission. I’d tell you the name of the story, and give you a link – but the story isn’t titled or finished yet, and may not be for a few days. It’s not easy to write something completely different, and I’ve got over 3300 words, and a long way to go in this mystery that seems to want to twist into something more familiar…

Disclaimers:

Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount. I play with them strictly for my own amusement – and perhaps yours, too. =)

This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened while Enterprise is en route to the rendez-vous point for T’Pol’s “secret mission” in S2E7 “The Seventh.  No real spoilers, beyond that T’Pol’s not quite…herself.

A Watched Kettle Boils Anyway

T’Pol’s standing at the stovetop, staring into the steam from a whistling kettle that ought to have set those pretty, sensitive ears of hers on high alert. Instead, she’s just staring, her eyes vacant, as though she’s not seeing or hearing anything in the galley.

She’s shaking so hard she’s got her hands braced uncomfortably close to the heating element beneath the kettle, but she doesn’t seem to notice that, either.

“It must not be true for kettles -”

She actually jumps, making a startled little squeak like a human woman who’s just seen a mouse, and she whirls into a defensive crouch, hands coming up to guard her face and belly, one elbow knocking into the tea mug he hadn’t seen till now, and the sound of it shattering against the deck plating makes her breath come hard and fast, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and still not here, not really.

“Hey, sorry – I didn’t mean to scare you. Just trying to make a joke – guess I figure that if I can tickle your funny bone – ”

“’Funny bone’?” she echoes, and her breath starts to even out a little. She frowns and shakes her head. “Too loud -”

“I’ll buy that,” Trip agrees. “If I come over there and turn that off, you’re not gonna drop me, are you? Cause, for a small person, T’Pol, you pack a helluva wallop…”

She looks confused, her gaze flicking to him, the screaming kettle, the door, the mug on the floor. “No,” she says, finally, in a faint voice – and her legs start to fold up under her –

“Hey – take it easy,” he says, jumping in to catch hold of one of her arms. Damn, she’s shaking so hard it’s almost like she’s in shock. What the hell does her damned government want her to do, anyway? “Lean on me. I’ll get you to a stool, okay?”

“Yes.”

On the way past, Trip shuts off the stove, and the kettle promptly goes from an angry shriek to a lower-pitched cry, and T’Pol sighs in relief, and leans into him. She doesn’t say anything; he thinks maybe she’s still more somewhere else than she is here. He wants to know what the hell’s gotten her into this state, but this isn’t the way to find out. Besides, with the way she and the Cap’n were acting earlier, it’s damned near sure to be ‘classified’. Wouldn’t be fair to try to get it out of her this way.

“What were you trying to do, test the theory? If so, I think you got the answer.” He chatters to give himself something to focus on besides how good she smells, and how natural it feels to have her weight against him like this. He guides her to a stool, and gets her settled.

“Theory?” She answers, but there’s something hollow in the word, like she’s only going through the motions here, and most of her is busy with something else. Like that damned secret mission.

“You know – well, maybe you don’t. ‘A watched pot never boils.’”

“That’s illogical. The pot would not boil; it’s the contents that are intended to do so. Nor would being observed affect the process.”

“Ahh, so you are still in there. It’s not talking about the science of boiling points, T’Pol. It means that if you keep watching and waiting for something to happen, it seems to take a hell of a lot longer than if you just- you know – went about your business.”

“The water in this kettle boiled despite my observation.”

Trip went over to it, slipped on an oven mitt, and lifted the kettle. “I’ll say it did. If you still want tea, I’ll start some more. There’s not even close to enough left here for a cup.” He didn’t mention that she must have been standing there for a long time, for the kettle to be so close to empty.

Why was T’Pol staring into the steam? What is this secret mission? Will Trip let the kettle boil over? Will he make things better, or worse?

Will I ever finish this maybe-not-a-mystery story?

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Out of Hiding?: A Coffee and Conversation Post

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me.

I wanted to know what those lives were, and to share my own.

A week or so ago, I blogged about a question that’s been whirling around in my mind for months, maybe a lot longer…why do I hide when I’ve accomplished something that holds deep personal meaning. Why do I tuck that moment of glory away, rather than sharing it?

I explored a few answers – mostly surface things. And I proactively decided to stand up, at least a little, and lay claim to what I’ve done – not so much for myself, but to honor those who helped me to do it, and to stand for messages and purposes in which I deeply believe.

But, even while I was doing this, I was doing it – well, a little sideways, I guess. Looking at it peripherally, rather than directly. Staying toward the top, rather than delving the deeps, which is more my nature.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that…sometimes, seeing the outer shape of something, or even just the shadow it casts when I shine a light on it, is necessary before I can even start to plumb its depths.

It was scary, doing even that much. Saying, in even that convoluted a way, “Look at me. I do things, and sometimes they’re so damned brave and awesome that I scare myself. I can be brilliant, amazing, strong, and naked before you; I can show you this tiny little glimpse of my vulnerable places.” is a big, Big Deal for me.

Because, once I’ve shown you me – even fifteen-years-ago me, with strategic digital foliage acting as a fig leave of sorts, a shield still to cover my secret places (not just nipples and vulva, but the deeps I’m not yet ready to delve myself, let alone expose to you) – well, there’s no “un-showing”.

If you’ve seen me, that way, it’s now a part of your experience of me. You’ll never again see me totally clothed in my fabric suits of armor or my skin or my words.

You know me better than that, and there’s no hiding place….

And that’s A Big, Scary Deal…

I’ve been living with that, ever since. I know I’ve changed something, given something to the world, to you, and to myself that I can’t take back. There’s no Do-Overs, here. It’s Out There, in the world, even if I have moments when I might rather it wasn’t, that I was still digging my big toe in the dirt and “aww-shucksing” my way out of taking or sharing credit for my sparks of incandescence….

But, when I take a deep breath, I see that something’s happening. It’s a Big Deal, too, this something.

And it isn’t all mine – because what happens when you give something away, offer it up to the world at large, is that people can use it however they want to, however it moves them. I can’t control that, and I don’t want to…

It started with comments. Friends of long standing and more recent, acquaintances, and even a stranger or two, dropped me a line to say they were touched or moved, and sometimes even to share their own experiences. There’s something deeply gratifying in that, in knowing that, from my own home and my own soul, I was able to reach out, share, and connect in a way that was relatable to others…

And then something wonderful happened. Someone who matters deeply to me took that post, and made it her own, blending with other ideas to create something new, something that’s hers, and not mine. It inspired her to grow and shift and look at her own life a little differently, and, by doing that, she began to find new truths and uses for them.

That’s always a little thrill for me, and, if I write these posts to work through my own emotions and life, I share them for this – for the alchemy of how what I experience, think, and feel can affect someone else, be a part of their self-examination, their life. It’s even better when it’s someone who is dear to me.

And better still when that loved one shares a bit of that with me…

And maybe the best when that growth circles back, and catches me up again, and I find myself growing more and more deeply as a result of it.

Now, with the interaction of others, I’m starting to go deeper, understand a little better what I offer, to myself and my beloveds, to my readers, and those I encounter by chance. How none of this could have happened, in this way, if I hadn’t first opened, and shared.

Does this mean that I’m going to share all my accomplishments easily and fully, from now on? Well, probably not – growth is an uneven and often unpredictable process, and everything I achieve isn’t meant to be shared that way. But it does mean that I see more benefit to sharing, now, see more clearly how it stretches and shapes not only my life, but others’, as well.

How about you? Are there things you’ve dared to share that have fed deeper growth, for you and others? Things you’ve considered sharing, but haven’t yet felt ready? I’d love to hear your input; I’ll get you a fresh beverage and a tasty virtual treat of your choice; let’s chat!

 

 

Deepening Roots: May 20, 2015

ROWing on, gROWing deep…

Hi there! How’s this fine Wednesday treating you? It’s cool, cloudy, and breezy here, the kind of day that seems to beg for reading, writing, sunggling, lots of coffee, and maybe some TV. So far, I’ve had at least some of all of those, and done a little very mellow hometending.

Mostly, I’ve been contemplating and deepening. In yesterday’s t’ai chi class, our instructor, Sal, incorporated eight minutes of standing meditation into our warmup, interspersed with our movements. Each time we did a standing pose, he urged us to imagine ourselves putting roots into the floor, deeper and deeper.

That describes this session, for me. I didn’t spend much time working from my goals list; instead, I was more inwardly focused, following where whim and intuition led me…I was so inspired by this meme by August McLaughlin that I even wrote a post about it – and I lived it, too.

A lovely way to honor our roots. <3

Deep roots…

Like those I hope my new pansies will grow.

Like a deep, lifelong friendship that has roots that extend through every layer of my life; sustaining and enriching. Like spending most of Tuesday with my Syster-by-choice, Eden Mabee, doing what we’ve done since we were nine or so – talking about stories, creating stories, getting a little silly, swimming, nibbling…I always feel so very much myself, with her. It’s been a sometimes rocky road, this being in one another’s life…but those deep roots….they’re strong.

It’s that I want to tend, in writing and in life. Deep roots don’t show directly above the surface, but they’re what feeds everything else. They’re my stable foundation.

What roots you? How do you feed and sustain that grounding growth? How is it reflected in the way you blossom? You’ll add a little color to my day, if you share!

Nabbed from Being Mommy on Facebook.

(Eden’s meme)

In the meantime, here’s what I did!

My most recent Story a Day tales: 

  • The Captain’s Mess:  Why can’t Captain Archer use his private space, and why is he so angry about it? Could be that the space is occupied, who’s occupying it, and why…
  • Dinner With the Boss Tonight”:Why is Trip trying to talk T’Pol out of dinner with the Captain, and what does it have to do with Orion women or that hypospray in her hand? Prequel to The Captain’s Mess.
  • Pillow Talk?  Trip wakes up in a compromising position…and that’s only the first surprise in this sequel to Sticking Point

Last week’s news at Second Serving SundayMy updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

My updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.

Writing:

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week. Next up: Nothing. My soul is telling me to take a break from this one, both to get a better feel for it, and to gather the necessary strength to finish this difficult story. I’m listening to my soul till JuNoWriMo, and developing a plan that will keep it from dominating my life.
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. This is a secondary goal for the rest of the monthNext up: Reread all background material for the 3 POV characters; complete Rock Your Plot Premise Testing Exercises.

Draft 31 Story a Day May  Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 19/31 stories drafted, and over 51,0000K new words since the beginning of May. Have a brainstormed list of topics to develop for next year’s Enterprise – A-Z stories. Percolating for rest of May. It seems as though every story is triggering at least one, and usually more than one idea; I’m going with the flow of what comes. Next up, drafting remaining 12 daily stories; completing notes and transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas.

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit. Rock Your Revisions . Rereading scenes and notes, compiling revision planning notes; nothing new this session: 2/16 scenes complete. Organic adaptations to general to-do list for next revision pass. Next up: Continue rereading scenes and notes; create revision pass plan.

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Not as many visits as I intended to do; much other stuff, instead.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Some brainstorming. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, a post for each day’s #StaD story. Post snippets, story sparks; or related essays on progress or process. 19/31. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 2/5 days; 2/3 yard/declutter. General hometending; mostly laundry, dishes, and tidying. Planted pansies and mowed front yard. Day off Tuesday. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds, and Tuesday with my Syster. Next up: More of this!
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 2/2 new things – planted pansies by the mailbox, and wrote my first Mindful Monday post. Next up….something new!

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 3/3: Mowing/hometending Sunday/Monday. T’ai chi and swimming on Tuesday. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. Add one at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Attended Tuesday class; deep and inspiring. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 3 /2: Meditation (t’ai chi and standing meditation; breathing meditation twice); 1 /2: Intentions Journal exploration.. Next up: Creating Intentions journal habit.

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Pansy love! Sayen Garden, Hamilton, NJ, June 2013. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

 

 

Spinning: WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She may be less physically present for a bit, but she’s still our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

I‘ve got another snippet from The IDIC Romance stories; as part of my Story a Day May challenge. Read the full story or explore others in this series.

These stories are Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, dealing with the inter-species relationship between T’Pol, a Vulcan scientist, and Trip Tucker, the extremely human Chief Engineer…

Disclaimers:

  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them…
  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”. Spoilers for that episode; mild spoilers for S2E1: Shockwave: Part II.

This snippet is rated PG-13 for adult language and situations.

This snippet follows a few paragraphs after Sticking to the Plan. Trip has gotten some very bad news from back home, and the ship is months away from Earth. Relieved of duty and out of options, he sees only one way to ease the pain – by getting good and drunk and staying that way.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is May 20, 2015.
  • I added the day (20), to its numerological value (2+0=2).
  • 22 mostly drunkenly short, only marginally coherent sentences, where Trip trips all over his thoughts, and his room…

Spinning 

You look at the bottles. Never thought you’d go through so many. You never much liked to drink alone. Your eyes go to the picture. You tried turning it upside down; you tried to put it in a drawer. Three weeks is a long time to try not to look at something, when it’s all you can think about. 

You’re tired. Exhausted. You stagger to your bed, pretending it’s not because you haven’t been sober since – awww, hell, since when? Since it had been long enough to be almost sure –

Almost. Filthiest word of ‘em all, almost. All. Most.

You fall on the bed; lie on your back, but the ceiling’s spinning. “Cap’n on the ceiling,” you say, and giggle. But it’s not funny, the spinning, any more than the Captain on the ceiling was for Miss Points’N’Logic. “She was my Cinderella. Now she’s the Evil Stepmother.” 

Logic. Damn her. Damn logic, the dirty word.

Why is Trip drinking? What’s he trying so hard to not think about? Why doesn’t he want to see that picture?

And, maybe most importantly, where, oh, where, does he come up with these nicknames for T’Pol?!

Because, I gotta say, ‘Miss Points’N’Logic’ has got to be one of my all-time favorites!

What will happen next?

  • There will be another post from the original story, Sticking Point for #8sunday
  • There’s now a sequel! In Pillow Talk? Trip wakes up in a compromising position…and that’s only the first surprise of this strange morning.

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets? Something less drunken, perhaps? Well, hop along with the little blue froggy; assorted genres, styles, and lengths of WIPpetty lily-pads to choose from! =D

Why Do We (To-) Do It?: A Mindful Monday Post for Tuesday!

One Monday in February, this was my to-do list! South Jetty Park, Florence, OR, USA.  Photo Shan Jeniah Burton.

Hi there, and welcome to my very first Mindful Monday Tuesday post! You can learn more about Mindful Monday, and the idea behind it, at Silver Threading!

So often, in our modern world, life seems to become a matter of checking things off to-do lists. There are so many options for planners, organizers, paper and online calendars, and other options intended to help us to get through those lists, while, at the same time, separating us from some of our money.

But why do we do it? How do we decide what goes on that list? What makes the cut, and what doesn’t? What happens if one of our beloveds needs us, and the list sits there, waiting and possibly accusing us with its mere presence? What about if we have a tired day, or an unanticipated opportunity, injury, or occurrence?

A few years back, as I was learning how to incorporate more joy into my family’s life, I realized that I spent a lot of my time doing things just because I thought I “had to”. I hadn’t given any thought to what the benefit was, or whether I actually wanted to do them.

When we get too wrapped up in our own lists and routines, we can forget that every item on the list represents a portion of our lives. If we complete it, we’ve spent that amount of our life in the process. If we don’t, there may be a lingering sense of obligation that saps some of the joy and energy out of all the other things we do instead.

Because, if we get too hung up on those lists, too devoted to them, we can fall into the trap of “If It’s Not On the List, It Doesn’t Count”.

I’m learning to look at my list mindfully, and consider what I’ve included, and why. I try to frame mylist things that will allow me to move toward larger life objectives:

  • I strive for greater peace and clarity in my life, so I have meditation and my intentions journal on my weekly to-do list.
  • I want to be more in touch with my physical self, so there’s a t’ai chi class that challenges and fulfills me, and a goal to do physical things throughout the week.
  • Same thing for time with friends, connection with my beloveds, and various writing, hometending, and yardtending items. Each of these is a step toward a larger goal.

My to-do list is fairly general, and specific, at the same time. I like a broader swath, so that I can have space to adapt to life as it happens.

Items make the list if they’re important to me. Sometimes, that means that something I might prefer not to do makes the list- like, writing homeschool reports, which I suspect will never make the list simply because I want to write them – I don’t. Our real life is far more textured and amazing than a report could capture – I’d rather focus on the living part. But we value our life as it is, and in our current state of residence, complying with the law means writing the reports.

Living the way we do matters, so the reports go on the list when it’s time, and I know the potential cost of not doing them.

Words of Wisdom from my friend August!

For most things on the list, though, the consequences of letting the item slide are negligible on any specific day. I can list the things I did instead, and be happy in the knowledge that I listened to myself and my inner sense of things – my mood or energy level can be different, when it’s time to address the list, than it was when I created it.

An example:

  • Last night, I attended a write-in with my local NaNoWriMo group (we meet year-round, and that’s on my list because I thrive on the combination of writing sprints, food, and writerly chatter with some very cool people).
  • Three of us stayed late, then I went to the store, my head still full of stories, because we needed things like toothpaste and dish soap.
  • I came home, spent some time with my family.
  • I wrote all night and well into the morning.
  • I passed an hour or two connecting with others on Facebook.
  • I collapsed into a fertile dreaming sleep for four hours or so.
  • I woke to coffee and conversation with my Accomplice.
  • I revised what I wrote last night.
  • I puttered with blog visits and comments.
  • I watched some television, mostly as background.
  • I roused myself, and mowed the rest of the front lawn.
  • I planted the last of the pansies I bought a week ago.
  • My Accomplice came home with pizza and groceries as I was finishing, and I made sure my help wasn’t needed with that.
  • I came back to the story of the day, which is now drafted at 4500 words.
  • During the day, there were moments of connection with those I love.
  • I was tired, from not much sleep and an active mind and yesterday.
  • I honored that, in the way I lived.

It’s nearly 11pm now, and I’m hoping I’ll have this post up by midnight.  almost 3am now, with a much needed rain a counterpoint to my laptop keys as I finish up this post. I’ve passed the whole day without giving serious consideration to my to-do list; but it should be clear that I wasn’t “just doing nothing….”

My life is at its best when there’s a base structure that allows time and space for – well, Other Things. Things I didn’t put on a list, but which make life – more.

Learning that wasn’t on any to-do list, but it’s changed my life!  

Follow the links for more Mindful Monday or August McLaughlin (brand-new Indie Chicks Badass Blog Awards Most Blunt Blog winner!)

Noticing beauty wherever it happens to be is in my indelible soul to-do list. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton, February, 2015.

Naked Growth: May 17, 2015

ROWin’ my way through a flowery May! =D

This week, I took a plunge. Not into a swimming pool, or off the deep end, or anything like that….I took a leap of faith – in myself.

That’s right. I screwed together all my daring and bravery, such as it is, and I…

Wrote a blog post. But not just any blog post; one I’ve been putting off for months. One that scared me to write, and to share.

One I knew I needed to write, and share, for just that reason…

It was about the message. I’m the conduit through which the experiences and thoughts traveled. I have a passion for pondering and sharing what’s in my head, my heart, and my soul. The trick is to learn to do that, and be comfortable with letting it go, when it grows bigger than what I myself can contain…

– Excerpted from What Am I Hiding?

I’ve also been happily engaged with home and yardtending, decluttering, planning, writing, engaging with my beloveds, and exploring my inner terrain this session. I feel something shifting and deepening, and that’s always an exciting place to be!

How about you? Are you swelling from the inside out, burgeoning with new growth? In what ways are you blossoming? I’d love to celebrate with you!

Until then, though….on with the update!

My most recent Story a Day tales:

  • Sticking Point: Torn by unanswerable questions, a very drunk Trip Tucker is offered acceptance and healing from an unexpected source.

The Big Scoop on what I’ve been up to this week is at Second Serving Sunday! 

Shrouded Vistas, Sequoia National Park, view from atop Moro Rock, 1997. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

My updated Round 2 goals,  and 2015 goals.

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.

Writing:

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week; will be a back burner project till June. No new writing yet; reread the existing three scenes. Next up: Will do a scene and a half each this week and next to catch up.
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. Reread A-Z Stories for Donovan, Ava, and Karina. This goal will be approached piecemeal, for now…Next up: Reread all background material for the 3 POV characters; complete Rock Your Plot Premise Testing Exercises.

Draft 31 Story a Day May Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 16/31 stories drafted, and almost 44,500 new words since the beginning of May. Have a brainstormed list of topics to develop for next year’s Enterprise – A-Z stories. Percolating for rest of May. Next up, drafting remaining 15 daily stories; completing note transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas.

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening”, using Rock Your Revisionsand submit,  Rereading scenes and notes, compiling revision planning notes: 2/16 scenes complete. Organic adaptations to general to-do list for next revision pass. Next up: Continue rereading scenes and notes; create revision pass plan.

  • Move “Peach Liqueur Love” through Step 3 of Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision exercises. While rereading the relevant exercises, I discovered that I’ve only completed Step 1 for this story. (I haven’t worked on it since winter, maybe longer). Next up: Exercise #2.

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Still ahead; visits slowed this session.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Updated challenges; explored some new widget ideas. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, post for StaD each day – a story; a snippet, a story spark; or an essay on progress or process. 16/31. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 6/5 days; 5/3 yard/declutter. Moderate week. Time in master bedroom, Chaos Porch, yard, living and family rooms. Flower beds and front yard. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds. Next up: More of this.
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 2/2 new things – bought pansies on a whim, and listened to my radio interview from March…and I wrote about it! Next up….we’ll see!

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 3/3: Yardtending/decluttering Wednesday- Friday. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. Add one at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Car trouble – no class so far this week. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 2 /2: Meditation; 2 /2: Intentions Journal exploration.. Next up: Creating Intentions journal habit.

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Wandering my internal Terrain…view from Moro Rock, Sequoia Nat’l Park, CA, circa 1997. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.