Did He Know? Foul Deeds Will Rise for #WeWriWa #8Sunday


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday, 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 and 9:00 AM on Sunday. 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…

This eight-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, A Whisper of Truth, from Foul Deeds Will Rise, the second volume of my Trueborn Weft series.

Niaan is fleeing through the trees, knowing she’s not safe from the risk a fall, and afraid to stop and seek shelter, because she knows she’s being pursued…

Did He Know?

Yes. Hunters. To punish her for the fangs she’d sunk into Mother’s throat –

“Nonono!” She whisper-shouted into the dark – when? When had it grown dark, with Kaivelt’s firestars painting her skies, his Everdeep?

Had he seen her, when she had lain with another? Did he know what she had done?

What did Niaan do?

Will the Hunters find her?

Does Kaivelt know what she did?

What’s this about fangs and her mother’s throat?

Are her perceptions to be trusted?

There will be more next week – note, I don’t make any promises about answering any of these questions, only to come back with more of the story. I know – writers can be mean, but we have our reasons!

If you need a recap of what I’ve shared so far, here it is:

Also, I know I left The IDIC Romance with T’Pol’s sick not mucking up Trip’s boots. The thing is, T’Pol’s a little indisposed right now, and indisposed Vulcans deserve privacy. So I’m going to give her some time to see if she can get her digestive tract back under her own control…

Don’t worry (worry isn’t logical) – she never stays away for too long….but, until then, I offer  an amusing intermission that has nothing at all to do with today’s eight. Maybe don’t watch if a bit of naughtiness isn’t your thing, or the circumstances would make tongue-in-cheek raciness inappropriate…I’ll do the closing duties, to give you time to decide.

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And now, as promised…a little Vulcan spiciness,

with a side of sauciness, and a dash of Hoshi!


“The Seer’s Way”: Foul Deeds Will Rise for SoCS

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: Use a word ending in ay as the subject/theme. 

I’ve more or less recovered from camping, and the scattered energy that followed those days away. I’m back to a more typical level and type of productivity, if still a bit subdued and distracted. What does that mean?

Well, for one thing, that, in addition to posting, this week I also intend to visit some of you, and share some of my favorite posts on my Facebook Writer Page – kind of my way of apologizing for having more or less disappeared, these last few weeks…

It also means that I’ve gotten back to my fantasy WIP, Foul Deeds Will Rise, (Trueborn Weft #2), with an aim to finish the rough draft by the end of the month so that I can move on to Other Things. So, this week I used the prompt to write another few hundred words of the story.

We join Shentaa in dire circumstances, considering how she got into this mess…and almost certain sure that there’s no way out…

Photo and Zentangle art by Shan Jeniah Burton.

The Seer’s Way

It was the Seer’s Way.

Shentaa had known it, with her mother’s milk – nay, long before that. Truth, she had taken the knowing of it with her mother’s blood, and her breath, even before she first filled her own lungs to cry out lustily into the air of the Seer’s Keep.

It was the Seer’s Way.

‘Interfere not with what is dreamed, when what is dreamed is truth. It matters not what cost you may pay; none could overmatch that of attempting to undo that which must be.’

There were many ways of phrasing it. It was the subject of song, of dance, of writing and art, among her family, and the others she knew of who carried Seers’ Lines.

There was no undoing such a dream. It would come to be; it was, as the Tacivaarii were so fond of saying, as sima garo provided. There could be no unweaving the warp and weft of it, and any Hunt that made such a thing its prey was like as not to only bind the threads of it more tightly about the shuttle.

And yet, she had set aside the Seer’s Way, without a thought, to come to the child she had raised, who was a child no more. She had told herself that the dream meant something other than it had – something other than simply a clue; something she was to learn more of, mayhap, but not to weave herself into.

She was well woven into it now. It might be that she would be woven into it, into this blue stone, for all of time, now.

Had any ever scaped the Jeweled Walk?

None of her kin, nor the false Kai’s, of a certain. Here they were, all embedded with her – she’d felt herself whooshing past them – all the Seer-women who had held to the Way, and still ended here, where they had known they must.

Only she had tried to betray that knowing, to do something to undo what she had seen in the true dreaming.

She had broken the Seer’s Way, and, though she was was not a Seer, now she would pay.

Now, and mayhap forever….

How exactly did Shentaa betray the Seer’s Way?

What happened to her?

Will she be able to escape?

Did she stop the true dream from being fulfilled?

Is that possible?

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing? Come join in – there’s just a few simple rules. Check out the brand-new #SoCS hashtag, or Get more SoCS right here! 

It’s more than slightly possible that this song, and the video, which were popular in my teen years, inspired this passage, and the rest of the scene, too…

A Whisper of Truth: Foul Deeds Will Rise on 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…

OK, here’s the situation. Last Wednesday, I posted “Eat Up” with Captain Archer ordering T’Pol to eat her plomeek broth. Then, on Sunday, I posted the next snippet, “You Missed My Boots”, for WeWriWa’s #8sunday.

T’Pol – let’s just say that she’s not feeling so well, just now. And a sick Vulcan maybe needs privacy more than comforting – or, at least any comforting that doesn’t come from a certain engineer of her acquaintance…

So, she’s taking a bit of a hiatus, and hoping her stomach will resume cooperating with her.

Which means that I’m back to Foul Deeds Will Rise, the second volume in my Trueborn Weft series.

Both of them have talked about or interacted with Niaan – Tacivaar in a way that was devastating in its unintended by undeniable cruelty – but, thus far, we haven’t officially entered Niaan’s reality.

Today, that changes. We meet Niaan in the aftermath of her Huntleader’s betrayal, and her own poison-induced terrors…

WIPpet Math:

Today is August 12, 2015.

I’ve got 12 sentences today.


A Whisper of Truth

Niaan missed the branch she was reaching for, and nearly fell the six lengths to the ground before catching another by the fingertips, and using it to launch herself to the next tree.

There was an easier way to do this – why did she not simply drop her outer shape, and wear Huntform?

“No!” The cry broke powerfully from her throat, punctured by fangs of pain – it emerged barely a panted whisper –

A whisper of truth.

She would not take Lynxform, now. She could not.

The danger was too great.

She swung from the new branch, caught the next easily, but it wouldn’t be so if she couldn’t stop her shudderings. She was moving upward, knowing that she wasn’t safe on the ground, knowing that she would not be, unless she wove a bower –

But how could she take the time, when the Hunters were ever nearer?


What is the danger Niaan fears?

Will she find safety, or fall?

Will she risk taking Lynxform?

Who are the Hunters?

How does she know they’re ‘ever nearer’?

I’ll be posting the next eight lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like to learn more.

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets where no one’s in danger of falling to their death? You can find those, or add your own date-related excerpt, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet!


“Any Trust At All”: Foul Deeds Will Rise : (Trueborn Weft #2) for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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 07/18/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 07/19/15. 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…

This ten-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet , ”Proof Enough Already” 

“Any Trust At All”

The Huntbreaker had done her job all too well – but of what use, to begin screaming about it, nearly in the same breath?

“Your precious Niaan is seldom here, anymore. Wouldn’t it be just like her to come, murder the Kai our mother, and then vanish again into those savage Wildlands she loves so well? Fools, both of you, to place any trust at all in such as her!”

Vaara said nothing; there was no need, and this matter of speaking as they did was still tiring and often perplexing. If she had the help of the Huntbreaker –

No. Not after the killing. Not after Niaan had denied her the answers she sought, the taste of the hot fresh blood of vengeance, the moment when the woman who had tormented her, who had been ever a chaotic and destructive constant in her life, would know that she had erred, and that it was a daughter of her own Line who would exact the payment, with her fangs.

Who is Niaan?

Why did she murder the Kai?
What answers was Vaara seeking?

Why did she want to repay the Kai with her own fangs?

Here’s the premise of the story, which doesn’t give much information, but might set the stage of possibility, just a bit…

A young exile who loses everything she values reinvents her life in effort to save both her peoples from her vengeful half-twin.

Yes, that’s all I’m offering as far as explanation goes, for today – well, that, and the links to my two #SoCS Saturday posts for this draft:

  • Nothing Else Mattered (the first scene in the novel, in it’s 481 word entirety).

  • Link this Saturday’s post here when complete…

One last thing….if you’re a fan of my favorite Vulcan and the human who loves her, don’t worry. They’re still trying to get my attention (Trip’s waving his arms, but T’Pol is just giving me ‘the stare’) and slipping bits of this and that into my head, even though they know I’m busy… so, sooner or later, they’re going to demand that I stop everything else and let them at it…or at each other…or at something else…

The point is, they’ll be back…they always are!

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Let this be your portal!


WIPpet Wednesday: “ Father?”


Come WIPpet with us! =D

Today’s post contains a Secret Surprise! Read (or scroll, if you want; I really can’t tell which you do!) to the point after the snippet for bonus features! =D

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!

For February, I’m returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee…I’ve been revising this month, and I’ve discovered how much I’ve missed this unique ‘threesome’…

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.

This month I’m going to share the opening lines from each character’s Inciting Incident, as they’re currently written in revised first draft scenes. We peek in first on Tisira, as she has the first scene. I’m not sure if I’ve shared it before, or not…if I have, it’s been a while.

Note: The characters have been growing older during the revision process. This snippet was written when I imagined Tisira 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 Math:

  • Today is February 4, 2015.
  • Math: Adding all the digits: 2+4+2+0+1+5 =14. Take away 3, because it’s my favorite number, for a total of 11 mostly one-line paragraphs.

“Father? – Father!”

My calling shook me awake – or was it the shivering?


Why would I be shivering? Was I not in my nest, safely in the cupboard in Father’s study?

But no.

There was a scent of rain. It would be snow, by dawning. A stiff wind brought the truth of it, and prickled at my skin painfully. Fallen leaves, their edges curled and colors bedimmed, filled my field of vision. The ground was chill and damp beneath me.


My breath steamed, echoing my call, and the chatterings of the birds cut off at the sound.


Surely, he would be here in only a moment more, as he was each time I called for him.

And then, between the offering of one breath, and the claiming of the next, I was in Father’s arms.

Okay, so I promised you a surprise up there…time to collect!

Last week, I said goodbye for now to Trip, T’Pol, and their eventful stay in a Suliban cell. And, yes, I did it on a cliffhanger. It was time to move on – or, at least, that’s what I thought.

You know TnT, though – minds of their own, and bodies that seem determined to come together….

So, here’s what happened. I tried to move on with other projects – and they bullied me into writing them not one, not two, but three new stories! The third one is still very rough, but I posted the first two to this blog last week, and, as a bit of a peace offering for making you wonder how they get out of the cell, I’m offering you the links!

Warning: These stories take place four years after that Suliban cell. Many things have happened, and TnT have a very different relationship, at this point. So…..


And now, back to Tisira….is she safely with her father, in his study? Or – somewhere else? If so, where, and how did she come to be there?

Well, I’m going to leave those questions dangling for a bit – next, we’ll see how Henry’s story begins…

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

Coffee and Conversation: Of glassmaking and fairy tales and the beginning of story

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while! It’s time for Coffee and Conversation!

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..and today, that means welcoming author Ruth Nestvold, who is going to share how her Venice vacation with her daughter led to a novella…let’s all settle in and give Ruth our attention, while she spins us a tale…

Today I’m going to reveal a little bit about how my upcoming YA fantasy novella, Island of Glass, started to come together in my writer brain. I first began to conceive of the idea for Island of Glass on a trip to Venice with my daughter. We stayed on Murano and visited the Museum of Glass there, and I learned about how the glassmakers were forbidden to leave the islands for fear that they would reveal trade secrets.

Glass Museum on Murano Being a writer, that immediately struck me as a perfect setting for a story. I didn’t start it right away, though — I jotted it down in one of the spiral notebooks I use for collecting ideas. My physical notebooks are like a storage space for my subconscious. The ideas get noted there and stashed away where they can ferment for a while. Often when I pull them out again, my brain has made connections with some of the other ideas I’ve stashed away. And then something that almost feels like magic starts happening: ideas fall into place, plot threads start to take shape, characters start coming to life.

For the story set on Murano among glassmakers, it was the glass itself that provided the connection to the fairy tale. As I played with ideas, writing down everything that occurred to me, one of the ideas that went into my notebook was “glass slippers.”

Now this definitely had potential. Since I already knew my protagonist would be a young woman who’d had to fight convention to become a master glassmaker, glass slippers could take on a completely new meaning in my story. What if the glassmaker had to create glass slippers for a prince for some reason? In bygone eras, men wore some pretty fancy shoes:

Then I just had to figure out why she would be making shoes of glass for a prince. Of course, it would have to have something to do with the prohibition against glass makers leaving the islands of Venice! She would be attempting appease the prince in favor of a family member or loved one.

A young glassmaker, glass evening slippers for a prince and motifs from Cinderella provided me with most of what I needed to dive into the story. The final thing was the magic system and the rules of the world. For that, I borrowed from myself. Before starting the first incarnation of Island of Glass, I had written a short story set in a world in which magic had been “set free” — alchemists had discovered the principle of transmutation and could turn lead to gold. (That story, “To Act the Witch,” is available in my short story collection Dragon Time.) It occurred to me that such a world would make a great setting for a story revolving around glass, since if gold was no longer as valuable, glass would be even more so. It’s a kind of fantasy alternate history in which alchemy triumphed instead of chemistry, leading to the Age of Magic instead of the Age of Reason.

Thus, the “historical” background is the 17th Century – but of course it is a 17th Century that never existed, except in my imagination. Nonetheless, I have included a number of details from the historic Venice of the time in my world building. The background of the glassmakers on Murano and the Jewish Ghetto in Cannaregio are all based on history, as is the Council of Ten and other details and places. Venice was never officially an empire, however; it was always a republic. That and the power of the princes who no longer elect Doges are part of my fictional world building.

I also did a lot of research on the history of glass and glassmaking techniques, and it became increasingly obvious to me that glass was not only my subject, it was a wonderful for magic and alchemy and the power of transformation, since glassmakers are capable of turning rocks into works of art. While working on Island of Glass, I collected a number of links regarding the history of Venice and glassmaking on a Pinterest page. If you’re interested in investigating the background, you can visit the page here.



http://www.amazon.com/Island-Glass-Glassmakers-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00NVGGSL0/ Island of Glass (Book I of The Glassmakers Trilogy)

Seventeen-year-old Chiara Dragoni is a master glassmaker of Venice, a position that is both a privilege and a trap. For the glassmakers of Murano are forbidden to ever leave the islands of the Venetian lagoon.

When Chiara’s uncle is caught on the mainland and thrown into the dungeon of the Doge’s Palace, she must use all her talents, including magic, to help free him. But the gift she creates for the prince of Venice has unintended consequences, and now Chiara must decide whether to give up everything – and everyone – she knows and loves in order to save her dream.

Island of Glass will be published on Oct. 28. Now available for pre-order at a special introductory price of only 99c!

Find Ruth Nestvold on the Internet:

Blog: https://ruthnestvold.wordpress.com

Web site: http://www.ruthnestvold.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Ruth.Nestvold.Author

Twitter: @Ruth_Nestvold

Ruth, that was lovely! Here, have a cuppa and a treat, and rest a bit. Here’s a fun coincidence – while we were working out the final details of this post, PBS aired an episode of their series How We Got to Now that recounted the history and scientific significance of glass, and Murano was featured. You – and everybody else – can find it here.

Ready to read? I know I am!

Stretching into Revisions: ROW80 Update, August 6, 2014

The writing challenge that knows you have a life.

We’re nearly a week into August, now, and I’m finding the new rhythm of revisions. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed my characters from Chameleon’s Dish.

Have you ever had that experience, when you return to a WIP you haven’t spent time with for a while?

I’m also getting a better sense of the shape of my revision effort. It’s part excavation, and part reconstruction. It’s not something I intend to rush through; my goal is less about doing this fast as it is about creating a second draft that is ready for more refined editing.

So, it will take as long as it does. If I need to change my goals to accommodate this project, I will.

In other news, something big is on the horizon. I’ll maybe have more to say about it on the next week.

I’m also percolating. Ideas and scenes are forming; essays and blogposts are formulating.

How about you? Do you have a favorite project right now?

A Tisira’s-eye view….

August Focal Areas:

  • Homeschool Administration

  • Chameleon’s Dish Revision

  • Social Media/Blog Design

2014 Blogging:

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

Maintain regular posting schedule; queue one post for each regular feature. Target attained for posting; nothing queued as yet.

Develop a sharing strategy that feels natural; incorporating input from Kristen. On target for sharing; no input from Kristen as yet.

Continue interacting through comments; expand and diversify my willingness to comment. Target attained!

Inspiration for Chameleon’s Dish.

2014 Writing:

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

Write at least 750 words on Perchance to Dream daily through August, or until the draft is completed. Target attained!

  • August 3: 759 words.

  • August 4: 871 words.

  • August 5: 778 words.

2014 Editing:

Complete first revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish.

Revise all plot points by September 1. On target.

  • Plot points: 1/10.

  • Completed scenes/WIP: 9/60

A taste of Nockatee’s world.

2014 Hometending:

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

Continue the family room reset. On target.

  • I did a little tidying and organizing in the family room.

Clean out email files. On target.

  • Two brief deletion efforts; junk folder emptied.

Continue reclaiming my study. On target.

  • The bookcase I am repurposing from the garage is in the house; some cleanup.

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

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

  • The frames themselves look a bit different, but fit my current goals well.

Develop Daily Hometending Frames. On target. Some intermittent progress, here.

2014 Lifetending:

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

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

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

Plan a monthly family excursion that involves physical activity. On target.

  • Several ideas in play.

One workout at the Y each week. On target.

  • Hooray for feeling better! I had a delightfully strenuous workout.

Continue exploring fitness goals – more on this throughout the round. Target attained; specific goals follow.

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

  • I walked .5 miles in just under 10 minutes. I didn’t have the stamina for the entire mile, but am within the time frame.

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

  • I biked 6.4 miles in 30 minutes, creating my own resistance intervals.

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

  • 3 each for legs and torso; 4 for arms.

Nutrition goals for July:

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

  • 2/5: One of each.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

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

  • I’m back on track.


ROW, ROW, ROW… find more ROWing here! =)