Organic Growth: Round Two April Update

ROWin’ my way down the river that is May!

Where does the time go? How can Round Two be a month in, already?

I entered the round feeling very ready, and not at all ready, at the same time.

Maybe it figures that, as I take a few moments to take account on where I’ve come from, where I’m headed, but mostly where I am, right now, I feel like I’ve come a long way, and not far at all…

Is there such a thing as a tessaract? ;)

Round One was my Revisioning Round – my chance to explore and stretch and get a better sense of where I’m going. I accomplished a good deal. But it felt more forced and rushed than I like. I prefer playful challenges to the exhaustive grinding marathon of ‘have-to’s’. Imaginative expeditions into possibility fit our unschooling family much better than a stressed-out, results-driven woman sharing their home..

So, at the beginning of Round Two, my Expansion Round, I wrote this:

I want to embrace my goals, instead, and nurture them while they nurture me, in a symbiotic relationship. I want there to be more joy, and less stress.

So, I’ve winnowed and shifted my goals, and I’m ready to adapt, if I feel an unnatural pressure forming. This is my Expansion Round, and I’m looking not for rampant swelling, but a more natural growth. Like a plant or a baby, where growth is the order of the day.

With that in mind…off we go, to sow some seeds!

It’s been a month. I feel as though the growth and expansion are happening, and, mostly, they’re organic. I’ve fallen into that ‘have-to’ trap here and there, but I’ve climbed out again…and here’s where I was, on May 1.


Write1Sub1: Draft one story, and submit one, each month.  Kifo Island Chronicles  novella projects for April and June. May will see 31 new TnT stories. I will revise and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening” in April; “Peach Liqueur Love” in May, and possibly the next compilation story from The IDIC Romance in June.

  • Started the highlighting and commenting in preparation for Round 3 edits on “Slow Jazz”. Behind on this goal; I’ll finish “Jazz” in May, and play with “Peach Liqueur” during its resting phases.
  • Ahead on the writing component of this goal, and with at least 31 new stories this May, I’ll have a cornucopia of editing candidates.
  • Adapted goal: Complete revision and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening” by the end of the round; complete “Peach Liqueur Love” edits through Deep Revision Step 3.

Kifo Island Chronicles: Draft 3 novellas, using Cathy Yardley‘s  Rock Your Plot.

  • Transitions (KIC #1): Complete at 58,730 words.

  • Generations (KIC #2): Drafting slowly; Scene 1/24; 2,279/~55,000 words.

  • Sea Changes (KIC#3): Brainstorming; planning phase commencing midMayish.

Star Trek Chronology Project: Rewatch Star Trek: Enterprise.

The IDIC Romance: Draft 31 new stories for Story a Day May; post stories or excerpts from each, daily.

  • Idea list growing. Bought/read this year’s prompt book. Planning commenced in last two days of April, and decisions were made.

Blogging from A-Z  travel posts: Complete all, on time.

  • 26/26 complete.

Trueborn Warp/Weft Series: Select July project and plot, using Rock Your Plot  and/or The Snowflake Method  (read this book).

  • Will read the book, and choose a project, by May 10.  Will choose a plotting method by May 20.


The IDIC Romance: Complete revision and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening”; Draft 31 new stories in May.

  • Story plotting reverse-engineered and rewritten.
  • Began planning for new stories.

Write1Sub1: Revise “Peach Liqueur Love”, using Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision  process; choose final short story to revise in 2015.

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance: Keep regular posting schedule, comments, and visits.

  • Comments and visits fluctuate. Posts on track!

Blogging Action Plan: Revise plan; overhaul Lovely Chaos sidebar.

  • Minor changes to sidebar.

Share posts – mine, and others': Share generously as inspired!

Explore social media as it fits with life and writing.


Continue with near-daily decluttering/beautification projects; begin shifting some energy and focus to the yard.

  • Progress in all bedrooms; family; living room; and front porch; mostly planning for yard, due to weather.

Homeschool Administration: Complete third quarter homeschool reports for both kids, due June 15. Letters of intent filed. Annalise’s standardized test ordered, administered, and returned by July 1.

  • May/June focus.

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

  • Some Arizona; some others, as needed for posts.

ROW80: Submit sponsor post; keep visits up-to-date.


Kindle ebooks: Read 3, and write reviews for 5 books on my cloud written by writers I know.

  • Too ambitious, with other projects.
  • Adapted goal: Read 1, and write reviews for 3.

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

  • I love my group! =D

Meditation: Experiment with guided/unguided meditation twice a week.

  • Becoming more natural and varied.

Starfleet: Fill out application and attend at least one USS Albany group meeting.

  • Not yet. Aiming for May.

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

  • Exceeding – something with each twice a week or more, on average.

Fitness and Nutrition:

Workouts: at the Y or a strenuous activity at least twice weekly.

  • Mostly; not perfect.

Practice: Resume t’ai chi or yoga classes by end of round.

  • I indulged, and I plan to do it again…and again…and again!

Intuitive Eating:

Read and begin considering.

  • 34% read. Pondering.

These goals are a part of Kait Nolan‘s ROW80 Writing Challenge – It’s also a blog hop – Find more ROWers right here!

WIPpet Wednesday: “ Until Today”

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, anymore.

Today’s WIPpet is brought to you by CampNaNoWriMo, and the word ‘too’…as in, it’s CampNaNo, and this is supremely rough, and there are way too many ‘toos’ here, and this is a run-on sentence and this is how I get when my mind is reeling with story and it’s 3am and people here have been sick for the last day and a half, now…

I’m sharing from Transitions; the first novella (or maybe a little longer than that…we’ll see) in my Kifo Island Chronicles series-in-the-making. The Kifo Island stories takes place at a resort that’s a little like hospice meets Fantasy Island

Transitions chronicles the intersecting and changing lives of Barry, Terrance, and Corinne…with unexpected tangles and angles.

But enough about me and the people who live in my head. Let’s talk about you for a minute.

Several of you were a little – well, let’s say put out – by last week’s post . In case you missed your chance to be miffed, here it is in its entirety:

Hey, Corinne – you ready in there?”

I really don’t understand. I mean, that’s six whole words, and it was April Oneth, after all….okay, I’m lying. I understand completely. And, for that reason, I’m going to make a gesture of appeasement. Here are the links to two other snippets – one long enough to pass for a flash story of its own. My suggestion is to read “Introductions”  first, because it closely follows last week’s sentence. Then read the passage below, and, if you still want more, give “Defiled?” a try. It happens somewhat after this week’s WIPpet.

I know it’s a little confusing. But the characters are feisty and rather unique, as is their reality, so, if you’ve got the time or don’t mind jumping around, you might find more satisfa
ction there…

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is April 8, 2015.
  • Math: Going to Scene 4 for the month; giving you eight sentences for the day. That’s it.

It had gotten too quiet in the studio, and the time had started to stretch far too thin for Terrance’s comfort. He was too aware of how quickly an interaction could go from friendship to something deeper and more dangerous; he’d let himself fall into those trysts, again and again. Sometimes, it was only seconds, while he clutched at the object of the animal lust. Sometimes, he told himself it was love. Other times, he knew he was only garbage, a receptacle for anyone who wanted him, for whatever use, just the way it had always been.

But, until today, he’d had two unshakable certainties.

Barry would always be faithful.

Barry would always forgive him, and take care of him, no matter what he did.

Until today? What’s so different about today? What’s Barry up to, and is Terrance right to be suspicious? And how the heck is Corinne involved in all this?

Now, after all the kerfluffle last week, I’m hoping that no one takes it personally that I’m not going to answer those questions here! I might not answer them for quite some time. There will be another snippet at #8sunday this weekend, and possibly another next WIPpet, but I also might have moved on to the next novella by then…in which case I’ll be offering that.

Whichever way things go, may your week be less frustrating than one sentence WIPpets! And you’ll find more delightful WIPpet Snippets by following the little blue froggy guy; assorted genres, styles AND LENGTHS to choose from! =D

Second Serving Sunday: The Transitional Edition

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

Life Stuff:

My last Second Serving Sunday post: The “It’s Spring, Sir!” Edition

  • Click the link for my recent posting history!

I’ve made great prepping strides this week – I’m still behind where I’d like to be with my April and yearly challenges, and I haven’t yet gotten past thinking about May, June, and July in the barest sense, but I’m finally feeling like there’s a good chance I can wake up on April 1 with my ducks in a row for at least the first few days.

  • My biggest accomplishment is that I’ve plotted the first of my two CampNaNoWriMo  Kifo Island Chronicles  series novellas. These are based on my A-Z Challenge  posts from last year. I’ve got a last bit of sweeping up of files for the Scrivener setup, and I still need to plot the second – but this one, at least, will be ready to write at midnight on April 1.
  • I’ve also finished reverse-engineeering my revision plan, and rewritten two scenes of my Trip and T’Pol story, “Slow Jazz Awakening”. There’s still a chance I can submit this by the end of the month, to satisfy my March Write1Sub1, but I may submit it to my writing group for critiquing, first. The next fourteen scenes should go fairly quickly, now that Novella One is plotted.
  • Lastly, I’ve finished the notes for my A-Z posts, and will get started on those later today. I hope to have at least the first four posts (for the first week), scheduled by April 1 – I can continue on from there with a little less stress. I’m doing well enough with my general blogging, although I’m not quite up to date with visits, and have some odds and ends I want to tend to before I dive into challenge-land…

And now, last week’s features:

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

  • Penultimate Vision: Tightening my focus as I target the end of the round, and the challenges to come.
  • A Somewhat Surreal Vision: As I dive into various story worlds, and contemplate Round One, life seems a little – perspective-twisting.

Eight Sentence Sunday:

Coffee and Conversation:

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • “Curses Upon  Thou! A grammatically incorrect excerpt from my time-travel fantasy novel-in-progress, Chameleon’s Dish. In the last snippet I’ll be sharing from this WIP for a while, Henry deals with a rabbit-mort, and his own feelings.

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

  • Logic and Discord: In the revised opening scene of “Slow Jazz Awakening”, a young Vulcan woman named T’Pol considers logic, discord, quiet, music, laughter, and the imprecise nature of human communication…while taking a wholly illogical risk for potentially logical reasons.

Variety’s Spice:

What’s Next:

March Focuses:

  • Wrapping up ROW80 Round One – (done!)
  • Completing and submitting homeschool paperwork (done!), and my fan fiction story, “Slow Jazz Awakening”, still in revision.
  • I’ll look at my longer-term goals, during the break.

April Focuses:

  • Setting ROW80 goals for Round Two, which starts on April 6.
  • Completing 60,000 words for CampNaNo (roughly two novellas).
  • Draft two Kifo Island Chronicles novellas: Transitions and Generations.
  • Complete the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.
  • Planning and plotting for Story A Day May, when I will explore more stories for The IDIC Romance.

This week, on the blog:

  • For Coffee and Conversation: Something made my head spin a few weeks ago, in a good way…and I’m finally ready to talk about it!
  • For WIPpet Wednesday: New stuff for April – July. I’ll be sharing whatever I’m writing, when I get to Wednesday.
  • Eight Sentence Sunday: Eight sentences from one of my Kifo Island Chronicles novellas-in-progress, Transitions and Generations, throughout April.
  • ROW80 Updates: My progress on my current and/or long term goals for A Round of Words in 80 Days, posted on or near Sunday and Wednesday, beginning April 5, with my Round Two goals post.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land: A selection of transitional beauty!

OK…I’ve told you all about my week –  now it’s your turn!  Drop a comment in the box, or, even better, a link back to some or all of your  Second Serving – because leftovers are even better when they’re shared!

WIPpet Wednesday: Peace in the Stars?

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!

This week, I’m returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Tisira…

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk the Bard’s words and Hunt her lost identity.

Note: The characters have been growing older during the revision process. This snippet was written when I imagined Tisira/Nockatee to be about 7 years old. In the final draft, she’s going to be nearing or at puberty, I think, so some details will change.

WIPpet Non-Math:

  • I started this post on March 17, 2015.
  • Non-Math: My parents named me after an Irish river, and I’m sipping a Guinness as I type. So you get 17 sentences and an Irish-in-spirit smile in place of an eighteenth. =)

Tisira thought she was in a chill woods, with snow coming….and now she’s somewhere else, or she’s dreaming another dream, one where she’s safely with her father. But will he protect her?

“You must not be left alone, until the nectars have become fully a part of you, Tisira. Your dreams will be more real than what is before you, at times, and there is danger in that.”

A part of my mind wondered, as I pressed myself into his safe warmth. Had I not been – somewhere else? Somewhere with the smell of fertile soils, and the tang of frost, and pale yellow sunlight filtered through clouds?

But that made no sense. I was with Father. Yes. He had carried me here, because I had had a nightmare…

I looked about. Father held me, and the sky was filled with stars, as though someone had cast handfuls of jewels across it, to form patterns across the darkness. Always, I found peace in the stars.

But – had I not been somewhere else?

Am I safe here, with you, Father?” The question was strange to my ears; I hadn’t meant to ask it, and hadn’t known I would. But, once begun, it poured forth, living a life of its own. “Will you protect me?”

Which reality is real? Are both only dreams brought on by the mysterious nectars? Will Father keep her safe? Will there be peace in the stars?

I’ll be offering another post from one of these characters next week, and then we’ll be segueing into four months of on-the-fly writing challenge posts – all raw and new and a mixed bag of projects.

If you’ve got a favorite character among Tisira, Nockatee, and Henry, let me know!

See you next week – and, hey, while you’re here, here’s the link to more yummy WIPpet Snippets; assorted genres, sizes, and styles to choose from! =D

SoCS and #LoISInDaBl Day 21:”A Helluva Team”

Float down the Stream With Us!

Float down the Stream With Us!

For today, Bee‘s prompt is “you/me.  Linda‘s is “relative/relativity”And, yup – the Vulcan in my head, and the human who loves her, decided to hijack this post, too – rather delightfully, I think. I hope you agree!

Disclaimer: Although I believe T’Pol and Trip have their own ideas about it, Paramount claims ownership.

“Who’s that for?” Jon jabbed a finger at the tea.

“T’Pol.” I knew he wasn’t going to take it well, but the best option seemed to be brazening through. “And, if you’ll excuse me, Cap’n, I want to get it to her while it’s still hot.” I turned, and he barely got out of my way in time. I figured the hot liquids might be all that stopped him from decking me. Did I look and act this stupid, when my testosterone was up?

“From my observations, it seems to be endemic to your species.” But there was teasing acceptance behind her thought-message. “However, your possessiveness troubles me considerably less; perhaps it’s a relative matter, or that I am yours…”

“We talkin’ in our heads, now, pepperpot?”

“Yes. I would appreciate receiving my tea while its still hot.”

“Trip?” Jon was peering at me, now, as though he couldn’t decide whether to be mad or concerned. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, Cap’n. Just an aftereffect of the meld, I guess. Didn’t know she could still talk to me.”

“What did she say?” There was a little too much emphasis on the ‘she’. I hoped like hell he was going to get over this possessive streak when he recovered from those Orion pheremones, because this wasn’t making adjusting to the bond, or that second bombshell she’d dropped, about needing to mate so she wouldn’t die, any easier.

“Said she likes her tea hot, and that I should get a move on.”

“T’Pol said that?”

“I could be paraphrasing.” I smiled. “She’s a helluva lot more formal than I am, after all.”

I got to the door, and Jon pushed the button, then followed me through. Any hope I had that he’d let it drop evaporated when he said, “Trip, what’s going on between you and T’Pol?”

I was at a loss – but then, words and ideas came into my head – a way to reveal just enough, without actually lying – or really answering the question. I surrendered to the master, and let myself be her conduit, lending her my own voice and tone. “Well, Cap’n, she’s too polite to say anything -“

“T’Pol’s not that polite, Trip. And I’ve never known her to hold back when she’s got something to say – any more than you do.”

“You and me, pepperpot – the loudmouths of the ship.” I found that more amusing than she did. To Jon, I said, “You’ve never been seduced by an Orion slave girl before, either, sir. But you have been now – and so have the rest of the men aboard – even, I’ve heard, the ones that don’t usually think of women as potential partners.” I had to admit, I felt sorriest for those guys – bad enough to be overwhelmed, but to be attracted to someone who would never normally turn your head – there was something cruel in that…

“Except you.” That was an accusation, pure and simple. “Why, Trip? T’Pol’s immune. You’re immune. Nobody else.”

“I’m not a doctor. If Phlox doesn’t know, how the hell am I supposed to? Maybe it’s that we work together a lot. Maybe it’s the neuropressure, or the melding – or even the dance lessons – I just don’t know.” We had our suspicions, but it was true that we didn’t know for certain that the bond was the reason. “Anyway – there’s been a lot of sexual frustration around lately, and a lot of fighting. And a lot of excess, angsty emotional energy floating around. She couldn’t hide from it while you weren’t able to do your duty, but she can now that you’re – more or less- functional again.”

“But she can tolerate you? Trip, when she first got here, I was damned near positive you were going to kill her. After I saw her fight a time or two, I was damned near positive she was going to kill you.” Finally, Jon cracked a smile.

“And now look at us. I’m bringin’ her tea, like I’m all civilized.” I felt T’Pol’s awareness sharpening – she could feel the punch line coming, even if she didn’t use those words. And she knew I was getting closer…I could feel her quiver of arousal humming back to life. “Lusty little pepperpot,” I thought to her, and something sinuous and swift passed through my mind, catlike and tempting. “But I’ll tell you a secret, Cap’n, if you promise not to tell her.”

“I promise.”

I grinned at him as we neared her door. “I’m just waiting till her back’s turned. I was the fastest short-sheeter in summer camp, and I’ll just bet Vulcan kids don’t pull pranks – hell, maybe they don’t even have summer camp – I mean, it’s a desert world, and all that…what would the counselors say -‘OK, kids, go jump in the sand dunes?'”

“Trip, I order you not to short-sheet Commander T’Pol’s bed.” Jon chuckled. We were at her door, now, and he pressed the button. He peered in; thankfully, T’Pol was sitting facing us, eyes open, but still in meditative pose. “Watch him, T’Pol – he’s got designs on your bedding. Dinner, nineteen hundred. Both of you. Enjoy your tea.”

T’Pol sighed deeply as she accepted her mug, her fingers lingering on mine, seductive in a way I’d never known, before her. “You handled that well, Trip.”

Me? Not all by myself. It was you and me, pepperpot.” It was tempting fate, but I couldn’t resist. I took those fingers, very carefully, and brushed my lips over the backs of her fingers. She moaned softly, trembling.

Like you said, Trip, we make a helluva team.”

Put a Little Love in Yours!

Put a Little Love in Yours!

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#LoISInDaBl Day 20:”T’Pol Visits T’Mir”

Put a Little Love in Yours!

Put a Little Love in Yours!


For today, Bee‘s  prompt is “grandparents”. I had an essay in mind, but I live with this Vulcan woman in my head, and she had other ideas – and so, you get a vignette from T’Pol’s childhood…

Disclaimer: Although I believe T’Pol is a law unto herself, Paramount claims ownership.

Here, we have TMir, as a young woman on 1950s Earth…

“You will comport yourself appropriately at your first foremother’s home.” Mother was calm; I wondered at what age I would be able to control my responses to that degree. Or, perhaps, Mother had no emotional responses to control. It was logical to assume that the possibility existed. I wondered if it would be possible to devise an algorithm by which I might calculate the possibility. Certainly, that was a more interesting and useful pursuit than listening to her say the same things, in the same tone, in precisely the same order as she had ever other time I had come to stay with T’Mir.

I allowed my mind to sink into the puzzle as the groundcar angled up the final hills to the home of my oldest living ancestress…better that than reveal my ‘unseemly anticipation’.

“T’Pol, you are not attending to your mother’s directives with sufficient focus.” I blinked – when had we stopped?

“Yes, Father. Mother, I will do my best.” I gathered my bags and passed them to Father before disembarking.

“See that you do.”

That was all the parting I had from her. Father leaned in close to me, and something quick and alive flashed in his eyes. “May you find your time agreeable, daughter.”

Mother was already turning toward the groundcraft, and wouldn’t see. Had she planned this, to allow us this moment together? I didn’t know, but I pressed my fingers against Father’s in a filial ouz’hesta, attempting to memorize his bioeletric signature, so that I could hold it in my mind, during the time we would be apart.

And then he was turning to join Mother, and I was alone at the entrance to my first foremother’s sand garden. I opened the gate and passed within. It was too near zenith for T’Mir to be comfortable coming to greet me; she was very aged, and had grown frail.

“My T’Pol. Come, child, and let me relearn your face.”

It was pleasingly cool and dim inside; the candlelight made flickering shadows on the walls – and the shrunken woman seated before the bank of candles. My emotions became intense, and I hurried to her, eager for her touch, for her stories – for her acceptance of me, precisely as I was, always. For the learning she offered, of a people far away, a people most Vulcans found primitive, lacking the discipline of a mature culture, chaotic and dangerous.


I went to her, settled on my knees beside her.

“Will you allow me to touch you, T’Pol? My eyes no longer adjust well, after I’ve watched the flames.”

I had to focus on each word; here, when we were alone, we spoke only in English, the dominant language on Earth. She waited, blinking as she watched me. “Yes, T’Mir,” I said, when I was certain I understood her intent.

Her hands felt like desert breezes against my skin, and I breathed in the warmth of the touch, so different than Mother’s. “How can it be that a mother and daughter are so unlike one another?” I hadn’t meant to ask the question aloud, but there was nothing to be done, once it was said.

T’Mir’s breath released in some way I’d never heard from anyone else – was it something she had acquired, when she lived amongst the humans? “Are you thinking of the differences between me and my daughter, T’Pol – or yourself and your mother?”

“T’Les seems unlike both of us,” I replied.

“Humans have an expression: ‘Some things skip a generation’. Perhaps it is true, and there are things in my nature that I passed, through genetic inheritance, not to her, but instead, through her, to you.”

“Do you think it is so, T’Mir?” Her fingers trembled slightly; I was reminded again that she was very old, and couldn’t be expected to live much longer.

“Perhaps, child, and perhaps not. But it’s most agreeable to have you here with me, and know that you’re of like mind.”

“Tell me how I may serve you.” I wanted to do something for her; something that would, however illogically, allow me to forget her mortality, even if only for only a short time.

That strange breathing sound again. ” Simply be as you are, T’Pol. I live alone, most of the time, and I’m well capable of meeting my needs.”

“I -” I paused for a moment, attempting to choose the most precise human term to express my emotions. Terrans had a great diversity in such terms; it was something I wondered at. “I wish to serve you.”

“Ah, T’Pol. Such a serious child – do you know that children on Earth are seldom so? That play is often considered their main occupation?” Gentle fingers stroked my hair. “You will serve me best by being as you are, and doing what pleases you.”

“I will prepare tea,” I decided. But, as I went to her kitchen and tended to it, her words remained in my mind.

‘You will serve me best by being as you are, and doing what pleases you.’

As I watched the water carefully, so that no drop would be wasted, I wondered at the alien concept. Neither Mother nor Father, nor anyone but her, had ever asked me to consider what pleased me. Suddenly, with T’Mir’s statement, there seemed something amiss in that, that my life would be orchestrated without any consideration of my – my wishes.

But was that not the way of a Vulcan life?

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 And the blooper fun as T’Pol entertains the humans who asked for a story- two hundred years later.

February 4, 2015: Peripheral Vision

ROWin’ Merrily Through the Winter! =D

So, have you ever had a list of goals – and instead found yourself doing other things?

That sums up a good bit of this session, for me. The other things in question will benefit me, and my family – but they really don’t show up in this update – they’re rather elusive and mysterious, these other things I’ve been up to. Eventually, I might share them…or not.

For now, let’s look away, and give the other things their privacy, shall we?

The bigger picture:

February Accounting:

  • Goals attained: blue with strikethrough. 11.5

  • Goals in progress: green. 25.5

  • Goals-in-waiting: red. 24

February Update #1:


Winter Storm Linus wraps our Subarus in a snuggly snowblanket.



Write rough draft – next chapter/story in “Monday Morning Coffee” series.

  • I’ve got a title, “Tuesday Afternoon Tea” and a rough idea to play with.

February: Submit “Slow Jazz Awakening” to a fan fiction site TBD.

  • Compilation (Draft 1.5) in progress; moving along.

Kifo Island Chronicles:

Star Trek Chronology Project

The IDIC Romance:

Research fan fiction sites.

  • I feel like I’ve done enough research for now. More would be stalling!

Choose one for first submission.

  • Aaaaannnndddd the winner is…..*cues Vulcan gong* ….Ad Astra

Submit first story, “Slow Jazz Awakening”.

  • Compilation draft progressing.

A-Z travel posts:

Create list of A-Z post topics.

  • List complete! =D
  • Write intro post.
  • Make notes for all.
  • Rough draft 13.

Trueborn Warp/Weft series:

  • February: Review background information.

Write at least 750 words daily:

Use for freewriting and to chart progress.

  • 3/28 days.

All of the trains are clean and ready for nostalgic fun! =)


Chameleon’s Dish:

  • Revise all midpoints for Chameleon’s Dish (2 scenes).

The IDIC Romance:

Slow Jazz Awakening” – Complete draft.

  • Moving through the raw material.
  • Vermilion Threads” – Create new compilation rough draft.


  • Slow Jazz Awakening” – Complete revision passes.

Peach Liqueur Love” Complete Deep Revision through Exercise 3.

  • I may have found a market for this story, which I plan to submit in April
  • Choose story 4/5 for 2015 revision.

FOrce of Nature in her frozen element!

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance:

Maintain regular posting schedule, comments, and visits.

  • I “owe” one Sunday post; it got lost in the end of month accounting.

Build blog queues:

  • Write at least 1 Coffee and Conversation post.
  • Write 1 “special” WIPpet.

Blogging Action Plan:

  • Rough draft revision.
  • Review Lovely Chaos Sidebar; make list of desired changes.

Twitter and Facebook:

Visit Facebook twice weekly.

  • 3/ 2.

Visit Twitter thrice weekly.

  • 2/3.

Pinterest, LinkedIn, WANATribe, ect:

  • Visit at least one weekly.

Share posts – mine, and others’:

Share 5 items a week.

5/5: Reblog; Tweet; RT; Facebook page .

Blog views and followers:

Continue goal; increase to 50 (at least 10 times this month).

  • Feb.1: 54
  • Feb.2: 66
  • Feb.3: 65
  • 3/28.

Peripheral Organization in My Study. =)


Family room reset:

Clean the three toy bins (trains; gears; misc.).

The trains are done! And being enjoyed! Mom WIN!

  • Clean the Lego and battle game drawers.

Kitchen reset:

  • Clean kitchen counter to left of sink.

Rehome serving dishes.

  • WOOT! Done!

Inhabit my study:

  • Clean and organize floor.

Personal Administration:

  • Clean, organize, and backup Writing Bullpen files‘; sort Leisure Time Reading file.

Maintain inbox below 100 messages twice weekly.

  • Monday.

Homeschool Administration:

  • Begin second quarter homeschool reports for both kids, due March 15.


Keep visits up-to-date.

Squeak at her leisure. This is how to weather a storm, feline style.


Oregon vacation:

  • Make list of what needs doing.
  • Make schedule for accomplishing list items.

Do them.

  • Things are beginning to come together.
  • Make it So!”

Kindle ebooks:

Write reviews for 2 books on my Writers I Know list, and post to Amazon.

NNWM local group:

  • Continue attending write-ins whenever possible.

Interact at least weekly online.


  • Experiment with guided/unguided meditation at least once a week.

TBR Stacks:

Read 1 book from bedroom TBR pile.

Smart Change: 

  • Make a list of goals to focus on, using the methods in this book.

My beloveds:

One on one time with each, at least five times each, doing something of value to us both.

  • Accomplice: 2/5
  • Annalise: 2/5
  • Couples’ time and puttering; playing with cat; online dress shopping.

Paying it Forward:

Complete at least two beta reads and promotional blog posts for other writers as requested.

  • Early stages of arranging a guest poster for Mid-Marchish.

An inviting lunch…potato soup with steamed broccoli, toasted whole grain English muffin for dipping, and blue smoothie. Yummy!

Fitness and Nutrition:


  • At the Y or a strenuous activity twice weekly.
  • Wii Fit at least once weekly, for 15 minutes minimum.

Walk, dance, swim, or physical play:

  • With children, spouse, and/or dog at least weekly.


  • Attend a t’ai chi or yoga class.

Intuitive Eating: 

  • Read.

Cooking/ Food Preparation:

  • Develop two self-made food options that support my nutritional goals.
  • Prepare repertoire food for myself at least weekly.

Maintain weekly nutritional quotas; adapt as needed.


Maintain or reduce weight; continue monthly checks.

Take a ride on the ROWboat!