“Indescribable”: #SoCS for 11/14/15

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: ‘indescribable’, as a word or a topic…I opted for both.

It’s been a busy day. I shut down my computer a bit after 6am – the new moon had me writing through the night, and I’m now only five scenes from the end of my first draft of Sea Changes (KIC#3). I was up at 11, to take my daughter to her cousin’s zorbing birthday party. Soon after I finish this post, I will be heading out to my friend Lizette’s house for a NaNo writing party (and I need to remember to stop at the store for something sweet to share).

Amidst these varying facts, my thoughts are whirling and circling and moving in intriguing directions…which led to today’s SoCS writing….



I’ve felt it all my life, as a current that runs beneath the surface, where most people look, listen, and live.

There’s something under there.

Like the Loch Ness monster, maybe, or a thermocline that offers up a sudden rush of warm water while I’m scuba diving. Like the little fish that nibbled my legs in the lake at Pinewoods Lodge Campground, last summer – or that brush of hard curved surface that brushed past my fingers in that murky, sandy water – was it a snapping turtle? We’d seen a baby one on the beach, the year before. I even have pictures. So, where there are baby snapping turtles, there must be mommy and daddy ones to fertilize and lay the eggs.

But I’ll never know for certain if that’s what I touched. The answer lies in the depths. Like in the time I heard a splash along the Firehole River in Yellowstone National Part, when we still lived and worked there, and had no children other than one fluffy little black and tan puppy with sky blue eyes.

I looked to where the sound had come from, and saw – nothing.

For a quarter of a breath or so.

And then my reality shifted.



I’d tell you exactly what I saw, and the emotions and shifting that it evoked in me – but I can’t. The experience is too high, too wide, too deep, too profound, too everything, to be put into words.

I can only fall back on language, because, sadly, I’ve yet to master the Vulcan mind meld, and I didn’t have a camera with me, only a puppy needing to pee. I’m not the type who can sculpt or paint or quilt what I saw –

So I painted the image with words, but it only touched the surface of what I lived, in that moment, when the surface of the water parted to reveal a new truth –

From my poem Firehole River Splash, written October 17, 2012.

Something rising from the water

Something alive –

The moment crystal and infinite

White feathered head

Yellow eye meeting mine without

Hesitation or fear.

I am the one who does not belong


Rising, rising, rising…


Rainbows of water

Powerful wings spread and lift

Beak opens in a fierce cry

Away from the trees on the

Opposite bank comes

Eager answer.

Rising, rising, rising…

And now, the talons

Clutching the small, arching trout

Who could not avoid

The bald eagle








Oh, yes. Those are pretty words, and they do evoke an image. Only thing is, like many of the most momentous moments in a life, it’s not complete, and can never be, I can’t give you the soul of this, any more than I can the exact impact of looking into the faces of my newborns, or knowing I was in love with my Accomplice, or how it felt to watch him cradle our dead infant son in his arms for over an hour, unwilling or unable to let him go, because that would mean never holding him again.

The moments that most change me always seem to be indescribable, undefinable, beyond what can be expressed in any human means other than the invisible, indelible, indecipherable ways that they change and shape me into something other than what I might have been without them.

It’s ironic, but I write to touch these moments and experiences, to attempt to understand them, crystallize them into something I can share, as though they are precious gems I can hold upon my palm….when, in truth, like a snowflake, they are swiftly gone, with my wordless memory of them the only record that they ever existed to begin with…

Paradoxical, that I use something as concrete and unbending as language in my attempt to fit the shape and scope of what lies beneath, and that I do it in the full knowledge that it can never, ever work…

Because sharing a glimpse of the indescribable, a tracing of its shadow, is still preferable to simply allowing it to pass by unnoticed and unremarked- upon.

Have you ever experienced the indescribable? Tried to give it shape and substance in the corporeal world? Did you find a way? I’d love to know!

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing?

Come read more, or join in – there’s just a few simple rules.

Check out the #SoCS hashtag,

or click here!

The Not Sure What to Say Edition: Second Serving Sunday

A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphere…

Are you ready for a Second Serving?

Life Stuff:

Last Week’s Edition: Fertile Fall 

  • This week included the sudden onset of the potentially expected, yet still unexpected. No, I’m not going to say more now – matters are still unfolding, and we’re still processing. I will say that we’re all well, and the unexpected has already proven to be beneficial…so no need to worry. It’s just unexpected, not calamitous!
  • There’s been quite a lot of home and yardtending this week, since the weather’s turned cooler, with the promise of a more indoorsy focus in the offing.
  • ROW80 is  on hiatus until tomorrow. I’ve gotten my end of round and annual goals updates done, but haven’t yet posted my September goals update – hopefully, I’ll get to that later today  – the unexpected led to a bit of a writing and blogging backup. I’ll be polishing up my sponsor post during the day today, and sending it on to Kait for scheduling. Then I can settle on my ROund Four goals, and start tomorrow off right! =)
  • Story a Day is over until next May, and OctPoWriMo is well underway. I’ve enjoyed my first three poems, and today’s is simmering in the back of my mind as I type this.

Last week’s features:

ROW80:  The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have A Life.

Eight Sentence Sunday:  The Blog Hop For Everyone Who Loves to Write!

Mindful Monday:  Because Self-Awareness is Vital to My Joyful Life.

  • Going With My Flow:  When I honor my creative energies, amazing things happen. When I don’t? Not so much.

WIPpet Wednesday: Date-related WIP Snippets!

Coffee and Conversation: Grab a cup of something refreshing, and let’s chat!

  • Oops! Life got a bit sideways, and I didn’t sit down with you to converse over a cuppa this week.

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday): A weekly prompt to free the mind, and the words!

Story A Day September: Because once a year isn’t enough, and Trip and T’Pol won’t wait!

  • All These Thorns: Trip has armloads of thorny treasures, a waiting and grieving Vulcan – and too many questions from the Cap’n.
  • I’m not going to be posting more, now – but I have plans for later in the year, so stay tuned!


OctPoWriMo: Poetry Among the Falling Leaves

  • Full Moon Clouds: Nighttime walks with my daughter beneath a full moon and a skyful of clouds bring present connection and weave the future.

What’s Next:

  • Round Four of ROW80 is nearly upon us. I’ll be sharing my September progress, my Round Four goals, and my first update, which will include my October goals.
  • OctPoWriMo brings a month of poetic exploration.
  • 2015-16 homeschool paperwork, and a minor fix from last year’s reporting.

  • A few other matters need tending. More on that when they’ve been accomplished.

This week, on the blog:

  • #8sunday: More “Mission Accomplished” from that delicious inter-species duo, Trip and T’Pol.
  • Mindful Monday: Embracing my inner poet in a time of some strife, and finding solace there.
  • ROW80 Updates: On Sunday and Wednesday, for the duration of the round.
  • WIPpet Wednesday: From The IDIC Romance; something different, and yet, kind of the same.
  • Coffee and Conversation: When we push anti-bullying campaigns on kids, and glorify adults who bully, what message are we really sending?
  • Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS): A post based on the weekly prompt, TBA Friday. I’ll go wherever my wandering mind takes me…likely into poetry.
  • OctPoWriMo: A month long exploration of and celebration of poetry. I’ll be writing (and roughly revising) a poem each day, all month long.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

What Piqued My Interest This Week:

That’s what I’ve been up to, and will be getting up to.

What about you? Anything exciting happening in your corner of the world?

Any Second Servings to offer?

(Yes, I’m a little nosy. Writer thing.)

If you want to satisfy my perhaps inappropriate curiosity,

drop a line, a link, or an image into the rectangular receptacle below… 

or just pass around the serving platter!

the unexpected poem for #SoCS and #OctPoWriMo Day 3


If you love to write poetry, you love a good poetry challenge, and you are missing April’s NaPoWriMo then you are in the right place. There are now multiple Novel writing months it is past time we added another Poetry month. October is a great time to challenge poets to a poem a day for thirty one days.

This October, I’m also focusing on gratitude, so each of my poems will use the daily prompt, and deal in some way with thankfulness. Come join me on this poetic journey – and feel free to comment, or link your own poems.

For October 3rd, the OctPoWriMo prompt is “Showing Up” – coming to the page even when you might rather not, because life is being troublesome. As it happens, life recently threw our family an unexpected wrinkle, and, while things might be rather less than delightful right now, it appears that the outcome will perhaps unexpectedly bring benefits we were struggling to provide for ourselves.

I transformed this angst into a poem – because the written word is how I process the unexpected in life….which is where the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt comes in – “expect/unexpected”.

Anyway, it’s now officially Sunday, so I’m going to go ahead and finish this belated post (life held the unexpected on Saturday, and I’m running late…). Click the links to read more poems or stream-of-consciousness posts, or add your own! =)

the unexpected poem



life to move


its trajectory

measured mapped charted

but sometimes my life


throws in a




wanders off

                           in directions

of its own choosing

                                                                 leaving me to hold

                                      for dear life to the

high-strung lifeline that







More Openings: The IDIC Romance for 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’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway…

Last week, I tried something new, but apparently my fellow WIPpeteers were a busy bunch, and almost no one stopped by, so I’m repeating this week (and might do this all month).

Just before September started, I learned that the fine folks over at Story a Day, where I play every May, are doing it all again this month. Now, I’m using an elderly laptop, and there’s lots going on in my world – but you know that intransigent inter-species duo in my head wasn’t about to wait any longer to tell more of their stories, once they saw an opening…

But, with a story each day, it’s hard to choose which to share from..

So here’s what I decided to do. I’m sharing the first paragraph of each of this week’s stories, up to today’s.. Read one, read all, pick and choose…

If any of them speak to you, let me know in the comments. I’m offering an incentive you can read more about after the snippets.

And, as always, the disclaimer.

I don’t own these characters or their franchise. Trip and T’Pol apparently have ownership interest in my imagination, though, and they will not stop feeding me stories…not that I’m complaining…

There may or may not be spoilers for all kinds of things here. You’ve been warned!

WIPpet Sorta- Math:

  • Today is September 16, 2015.
  • One opening paragraph for each day of the past week. Easy-peasy. =D

And now, without further delay (because TnT aren’t exactly the patient sort….)…my openings!

“Tunnel of Love”: September 10

  • “I don’t understand the meaning of the song.”

Led by the Flame: September 11

  • The young woman sat cross-legged on her cushion, staring at the flame. Her breathing was measured, calm, precisely as she had been taught since childhood. In her mind was a memory. She was only an infant, too young for any of the mind practices. Too young for anything other than the prohibition against touching the flame, for the flame was dangerous, and would harm her.

There was no prompt given for September 12. I wrote a story early this morning using an extra prompt given on September 8; that appears later in the list.

“Oil and Vinegar”: September 13

  • “Fire and ice? Oil and water?” T’Pol turned from where she’d been watching the door close behind the Cap’n. She didn’t exactly frown; but there was something in her smooth features that said she was confused and trying to work it out without a reference point..Maybe it was in the set of her eyes, and the way the light hit them. ”I don’t understand the comparisons; or why the Captain applied them to us.”

“Wow!”: September 14

  • “Damn, pepperpot…that’s so beautiful. You – you are so beautiful. I never knew you could sing.”

When Jon Met Hoshi: September 15

  • Hoshi Sato’s hand went to the back of her head for the seventh time in half as many minutes, checking by feel to be certain that the vividly purple corsage orchid was still securely held by the chopsticks in her hair. She’d been worried about it wilting before it could serve its purpose, but she was more likely to crush it.

Scavenger Hunt: September 16

(Prompt from the eighth; there may be another post for this date next week).

  • “This isn’t a game, Commanders.” Jon tried to stare them down, but Trip was too busy trying to stifle a self-satisfied smirk to even notice. This whole thing had his name all over it.

So, do any of these openings entice you?

Is there one (or more) that doesn’t work for you?

Do any of these make you want to read the next paragraph?

If so, let me know!  To make it worth your while to name names, I’m playing a little game.

For each time an opening gets a positive comment, I’ll post the next paragraph of the story in the comments. If something gets multiple votes, I’ll post multiple paragraphs, and you can comment on those, too, if you want!

There’s no need to choose just one, either! I want to know what makes you want to read more, so, if more than one piques your interest, let me know; I’m willing to share from any and all of these stories. You can even read last week’s openings, and comment on those, too.

All of the openings are on the rough side, since I’m writing a story each day, but I really want to know what captures the attention and triggers the intrigue to read the rest of the story.

In related news, I’m serializing one of my stories, “Mission Accomplished”, over at #8sunday. You can read the first snippet, “Playing Along”, now, and the next segment goes live just after midnight on Sunday.

Looking for WIPpet Snippets that don’t play games? You can find those, or add your own date-related excerpt, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

Across the Firestars: Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn Weft Series #2) for SoCS

Flowing along on the stream of consciousness…Badge by Doobster @Mindful Digreesssions.

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: fly/flies/flew/flu/flue.” 


This scene is rated PG-13 for suggestiveness. Proceed at your own discretion.

Last week, I shared Scene One of Foul Deeds Will Rise, draft #1. This week, I give you the opening paragraphs of Scene Thirteen. Our main female protagonist, Niaan, is traveling under an assumed identity, for Reasons.

Across the Firestars

“And when she tried to convince us that the rabbits flew there!” Kilyp hooted, and gave the young woman a shove. “As though they had skinned themselves!”

“Ahh, Tuhlys – you’ve become quite an entertainment for Kilyp, at the least.”
“It is as well,” she said, softly, “As my cooking seems like as not to turn stomachs and upend them.”

Mistress Julyn smiled at her – it seemed she was ever smiling, whatever befell their small group. And, in the heart of Winter’s Knell, there was much that could befall a traveling troupe. “You need only see to the matter of meat, Tuhlys. If you wish to entertain Kilyp – in any way, that’s your dealing, and no part of our arrangement.”

Julyn’s smile gained a note of suggestion, not for the first time. Kilyp stayed ever near her, when he could manage to do so. He didn’t gift her in the manner of a Tacivaarii man who wanted to share furs with a woman. Nor did he have the complacent, posturing manner of an Untribed.

He was a man who desired her, and, in ways small and large, he showed it. Soon or late, she must needs tell him that she wanted him not – him, nor any man but Kaivelt her Solemate. But not here in the common room of this small, nestlike inn where they were passing this tenday in warmth and comfort.

No, it was a thing that must be handled gently and carefully, because Kilyp had made no trouble, and there was nothing wrong with him. It was that she had belonged to Kaivelt since she was a child, and no other could take his place with her, even though she couldn’t wholly accept him, accept that he wasn’t truly her Huntleader…

“You’ve grown quiet and sorrowful looking again, pretty Tuhlys. What can there be to make one so young so very sad? Come, lovely little rabbit, and dance with me?”

Such dancing, at the Kai’s Keep, was always a prelude to coupling. Not so among the Tacivaarii, where dancing was to tell stories, to celebrate lives or place honor at death…

But among the merchantwomen and their guardsmen, it seemed only another of their many entertainments, another way to connect with those with whom they might trade, and to pass the long hours between. It meant nothing, she thought, other than the moment.

But she had been a Trueborn Tacivaarii Huntress, once. She would be certain of what she offered, and what he accepted of her.

“I’ll dance with you, Kilyp. Here, in this room, and to music. As for any other form of dancing – know that I will not – not today, and not any other.”

He came near, studying her with his bright eyes, eyes that minded her, of a sudden, of Rachyl, with a pang that near brought tears, and caught at her breath. “Mayhap I can convince you – ”

“No, Kilyp. It’s not you. It’s a problem within me; I’m not free to dance with you in those ways. Were I free – there would be no one before you.”

“Ah, so our sweet little rabbit, our Tuhlys, has someone who has taken away her heart. Is that why you are so sad, rabbit?”

“Let us not speak on it. Let us fly in the dancing; let us pretend there is nothing else but this moment -” She bit her lip to try to keep her voice steady, and Kilyp reached to brush away her tears.

“Ah, sad little flying rabbit. Come, let me hold you, and be, for this glass, your shelter. I’ll fly with you, in the dancing, and, mayhap, for these moments, you’ll forget whatever keeps you from he who is lucky enough to have such a hold upon your soul.”

“Dance with him, my own. Dance, and find some comfort in it.”

A soft whisper in her mind, echoing in her soul. Welcome – if it was Kaivelt.

No. She wouldn’t think on it now. Now was for dancing with Kilyp…and imagining that she could fly in truth, that she was flying and dancing across the firestars to Kaivelt. She reached out to him, allowed him to pull her up and into his arms. He was roused, when he settled her close, but he said nothing of it, and did not try to force her to press into him. She lay her head upon his broad chest, his slow strong heart a soothing counterpoint to the country reels being played by the inn’s players.

And then they flew and whirled, and spun, and within her Kaivelt rejoiced at this motion, and he too was dancing, dancing with the woman in his arms and some strange liquid surging within them…

Why is Niaan with this group?

Will she regret dancing with Kilyp?

What’s all this about flying rabbits, anyway?

Who and where is Kaivelt, if he is Kaivelt?

I’ve gotten over 30,000 words drafted, in a week….will I be able to write another 45,000 in what’s left of the month?

Come back next Saturday, when I may or may not answer some, all, or none, of these questions!

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing?

Come join in there’s just a few simple rules.

Check out the brand-new #SoCS hashtag,

and get more SoCS right here!

Let this be your portal!

I know this isn’t quite what they danced to; but I love it, and want to share!

Exploration and Growth: 2015 Writing Goals EOR2 Progress

My overarching theme for 2015 is Exploration. I’m exploring various aspects of my life, learning and growing as I move toward and evaluate my goals…changed goals appear beneath existing ones, in bolded italics.

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting = red.

My quarterly themes:

January-March: Re-Visioning

April -June: Expansion

July-September: Reflection

October-December: Gratitude


Complete the Write1 Sub1 Challenge: Write and submit at least 1 story each month in 2015.

Draft novels in July and November. Otherwise, focus on revising/submitting, to end the year with twelve submissions.

  • A novel, most of another, and 31+ new stories!
  • Submitting stalled at one.

Develop Kifo Island Chronicles novellas: Write rough sketches for 10; plot 5 ; draft 3.

Develop Kifo Island Chronicles series: Draft 3 novels in 2015.

  • 1/5 drafts completed (KIC #1: Transitions).
  • 2/5 final scene progressing; complete before end of July 1 (KIC#2: Generations).
  • 3/5 halfway through plotting (KIC #3: Sea Changes).

Complete the Star Trek Chronology Project: Watch the entire canon Star Trek franchise, in chronological order – taking notes for future fan fiction development.

Complete A rewatch of Enterprise, excepting finale; begin rewatch of The Original Series as part of the Star Trek Chrononlogy Project.

  • Complete through Enterprise S2:E15, “Cease Fire”.

Develop The IDIC Romance: Write 31 new stories; submit revised stories through “Movements” to at least 1 fan fiction site.

  • 2015 Story-a-Day May Challenge; 31 stories; several stand-alone stories written, as well.
  • “Slow Jazz Awakening” in pre-sub revisions.

Blogging from A-Z: Draft 26 alphabet -themed travel posts.

  • 26 travel posts, intro and reflections completed.

Trueborn Warp/Weft Series: Plan, plot, and draft one novel in each series; as July CampNaNoWriMo and November NaNoWriMo projects.

  • Rough sketches done for both; July novel in plotting phase for July Camp; drafting to begin by July 3.

Write at least 750 words daily at 750words.com.

  • Deleting goal: unnecessary.


Chameleon’s Dish (title subject to change): Complete first pass revision using Rock Your Revision; reread/create plan for revision pass 1.5 (cohesion, consistency, etc.).

  • Nothing new this round.

Bounded by a Nutshell: Create pre-revision plan, using existing notes Rock Your Revision.

  • Deleting goal: time factor.

The Stars Are Fire/Perchance to Dream: Readthroughs and pre-revision notes.

Deleting goal: time factor.

The IDIC Romance: Organize Scrivener file; revise stories through “Golden Slipper”.

  • First revision pass made on the “Suliban cell” compilation story.
  • Detailed notes in progress (12/16 scenes) for “SJA” Revision Pass 2.5.

Write1Sub1 Challenge: Revise 5 existing short stories using Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision process.

  • 1/5 complete, submitted: “Morning Coffee”.

2012/2014 OctPoWriMo poems: Revise all poems; categorize by project.

  • Nothing yet.

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance: Keep to regular posting schedule; answer comments, and return visits.

  • Happy with this!

Build blog queues: 5 each WIPpet and C and C posts.

  • Nope.

Blogging Action Plan: Review; revise; and implement.

  • Moving slowly, but moving.

Twitter and Facebook: Visit at least twice weekly.

  • Not so much.

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

  • Well…

Share posts – mine, and others’: Share at least 15 items per week.

  • Sporadically…

Blog views and followers: Increase views to 150 at least 10 times/ month; followers to 1000; WordPress followers to 333, because I like that number!

  • WP: 241
  • Total follows: 758
  • Views gradually and intermittently spiking; best day 149 views…


Complete resets/reorganizations: family room, porch/playroom, and kitchen.

  • Progress made in all areas.

Inhabit my study: cleaning, organizing, and using the space daily, when home.

Continue to inhabit and improve my study.

  • Sporadic progress/use.

Personal Administration: Clean, organize, and back up all laptop files; sort email folders; delete excess.

  • Progress continues.

Homeschool Administration: Complete all homeschool paperwork, including Annalise’s standardized testing, on time. Streamline where possible.

  • Testing in progress at end of round; everything else current.

Yard Beautification: Plant edibles and cutting flowers in season; maintain in a presentable manner; declutter outgrown kid-things and random life debris.

  • Taking advantage of the warm weather. More plantings planned.

Photo digitalization: Scan box of travel photos; save in organized files with backup.

  • Some.

ROW80: Sponsor duties up-to-date.

  • Check!


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

Kindle ebooks: Read and write reviews for the 22 books on my cloud written by writers I know.

  • Nothing new. 2/22 read. 0/22 reviews complete; 1/22 drafted.

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

  • Sporadic on the interaction; attended write-ins regularly.

Meditation: Experiment with guided/unguided meditation at least 3 times/week.

  • Two to three times a week; nearly there.

TBR Stacks: Complete bedroom TBR pile.

  • Nothing new.

Smart Change: Work through at least one goal using the methods in this book.

  • Pondering and observing…

Starfleet: Reconnect/possibly rejoin USS Albany group.

  • Nothing new.

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

  • More than scheduled! <3

Paying it Forward: Complete at least six beta reads and ten promotional blog posts for other writers.

  • Stalled on beta read 1; one promotional posts.

Fitness and Nutrition:

Workouts: at the Y or a strenuous activity thrice weekly; with Wii Fit four times weekly.

One hour physical activity, measured with phone app, thrice weekly.

  • Less consistently than I’d like.

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

  • Some…

Practice: Resume t’ai chi and yoga classes, either/or at least twice/month.

  • Yes for t’ai chi; postponing yoga.

Intuitive Eating: Read and put into practice as I continue to evolve nutritional goals that make me feel healthy and energized.

  • 34% complete; lots to chew on...back-burnered.

Cooking/ Food Preparation: Develop a repertoire of 30 self-made food options that support my nutritional goals.

  • 4/30. Nothing new.

Weight: Maintain or reduce weight; continue monthly checks.

  • Deleting goal; numbers aren’t the point.

These goals are my guide for Kait Nolan’s ROW80, the writing challenge that knows I have a life!

Except in the Line of Duty: A Mystery for 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’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

Do you have a day, week, or month that’s emotionally chaotic?

I do. And this month is it.

I’m not ready, this early in the month, to go into all the reasons why – the highs and lows that make July the month I try to surf through, knowing I’m likely to wipe out here and there, and hoping it’s not too lengthy or ugly when it happens…

There’s nothing I can do about the lows, and I wouldn’t trade the highs (or, really, the lows either, because what I’d need to give up to have avoided them hurt too much to lose… or something like that).

Anyway, maybe it’s not a surprise that I begin this month – discombobulated and sideways. I’m still finishing my June project; I’ve got something about half plotted that I’m not sure where to fit in my production schedule, and the novel I’m slated to do is still being framed up, using a new method I’m learning as I go…

Life isn’t always tidy and organized…

Anyway, on to the WIPpet!

I’d been planning to return to my Trueborn series – it’s been quite a while since I’ve shared from that. But I haven’t exactly finished plotting it yet, in part because Life, and in part because I’m using the Snowflake Method for the first time. And first times – well, for me at least, they just take longer. Especially in July, apparently.

I’ll have something to share from it by next week. This week, though, I’m doing something a little different…

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 1, 2015.
  • I therefore offer one sentence of undisclosed ancestry, because I’ve decided to go with the tricky July vibe.

Except in the Line of Duty

Neither one of them spoke much at all, anymore, except in the line of duty.

Who isn’t speaking much anymore, and why?

Whose voice are we hearing?

What the bleep’s going on here?

When will we learn more?

I’m willing to answer the last question first. I’ll be posting the next few lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like to learn like more. And that’s all I’m saying, for now – in keeping with the preference of the subjects of today’s sentence.

Looking for WIPpet Snippets with a bit more to say? Hop along with the little blue froggy; assorted WIPpetty lily-pads to choose from, and writers eager to share sneak-peeks with you! =D