Shattering the Dam: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.

Happy Wednesday!

After two weeks of visiting all the other WIPpeteers, I paved the road to failure with good intentions last week. Not only didn’t I make the rounds; I haven’t answered comments yet, either. My mission to practice revision became immersive, and there’s been blogging and planning a short story for submission to a contest with a deadline at the end of the month. There’s been moving firewood and hometending and writing group, and the new crit group a few local peeps, including me, began at the beginning of the year. And then there were these weird internet glitches…

So, now it’s just before midnight, and Wednesday is nearly here. I’m hoping to get this post and my ROW80 update done and posted before I sleep – not sure if that will happen, but that’s what I’d like to do. I’m also hoping to move the three crit projects forward, and maybe…

See?

There’s where I run into trouble- there’s always something else I want to do…but, for now, I’m just going to focus on this WIPpet.

Today, I’ve got more from Karina Karanova in Sea Changes, and so it’s on to the WIPpet!

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to let this draft rest for the rest of the month, and begin creating a revision plan in February. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 20, 2016
  • Today, you get nineteen new sentences –plus the last one from last week , for context and to make twenty.

Context: Karina is in a pottery studio, working with clay and hating it, when an albino man sits near her, and begins a conversation. He’s just introduced himself as Donovan Nash, and they begin a tentative conversation as Karina’s frustration and distraction lead her to unintentionally destroy the project her mother has ordered her to make. Donovan asks if that was her intention.

Shattering the Dam

Nyet.” It could be hard, still, sometimes, to shift from Russian to English. Karina shook her head, for emphasis, and waved a clay- coated hand at the plastic coated instruction booklet – more like a book, really – that Mother had insisted she follow precisely. “No, I mean. I am to create this.”

I understand a smattering of Russian. ‘Nyet’ was the first word I learned, but I won’t bore you with the story.” He rinsed his hands at the nearest of the little faucets spaced along the trough, and wiped them on a soft rag. “Would I be intruding if I asked to take a look? Sometimes, two heads are better than one, to get the ball rolling.”

Karina’s mind supplied mental images, the way it always did when she heard American metaphors. Given her mood, maybe it shouldn’t be surprising that she imagined someone bowling with her own head as the ball…”If you wish,” she told the young man. “It seems certain that I won’t be able to make use of them, at least until I learn how to contain my emotions well enough not to destroy anything I manage to achieve.”

She put her head into her hands, knowing that she was getting clay in her hair, and, in this moment, simply not caring. Tears were threatening, but Karina was determined not to let them fall. Nyet. A dutiful daughter should take joy in tending a mother, even through an illness that had gone on so terribly slowly, even through the deep depressions and frequent rages that had come along with it.

Even when it was a bondage she hadn’t sought, and one that had swallowed up the whole of her own living, and still demanded more, more, and yet more –

It broke from her in a crashing wave of feeling, shattering the dam she’d held against it for twelve years.

Will Karina’s tears help?

Will Donovan be comfort or distress her furher?

Will Karina ever get past hating the clay?

Will she be able to do what her mother demands?

What will happen next?

Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more about Karina and her story.

Previous Karina WIPpets (chronologically):

Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

“Nyet”: Sea Changes (Kifo Island; Volume 1) 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.

I got to everyone‘s WIPpet again this past week! It’s a trend…maybe…

I’m posting this either late or early, depending on your perspective, because I’ve been up all night, reading here. I’ve found the place for The IDIC Romance to put down roots…it may branch out, but first, it needs to be planted in rich, fertile soil…and now I know where that is – so stay tuned for more on that in the coming weeks!

I’m tired, blissed out on TnT, and a bit incoherent. I want to dive into revisions for “Mission Acomplished” and “Scavenger Hunt”, and not stop until they’re all ready to go…

But for today, I’ve got more from Karina Karanova in Sea Changes, and so it’s on to the WIPpet!

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to let this draft rest for this month, and begin creating a revision plan in February. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 13, 2016 –and a happy birthday to my big brother!
  • Today, you get thirteen sentences.

Context: Karina is in a pottery studio, working with clay and hating it, when an albino man sits near her, and begins a conversation. He’s just introduced himself as Donovan Nash, and claimed that death is the admission price for life. Here, Karina’s response…

“Nyet”

Karina watched as he rolled the clay into a ball. She wondered what he was making, but she’d asked too much already. She needed to focus on this damned lump of her own. It wasn’t going to sculpt itself.

“Sometimes I come here when I need to beat something up, too.”

“What?”

The young man – Donovan – gestured at the lump in front of her, and only then did Karina realize she’d undone any progress she’d made. She swore softly, but at length, in Russian.

“I take it this wasn’t your goal?” Donovan was smiling a one-sided smile at her; Karina thought she liked it even better than the first. She took a deep breath, imagining his eyes sparkling behnd the shades. Hadn’t she heard somewhere that albinos had pink eyes – or was that just mice?

“Nyet.”

What will Karina say next?

Will Donovan press for details?

Will Karina ever get past hating the clay?

What will happen next?

Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more about Karina and her story.

Previous Karina WIPpets (chronologically):

Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

Taboo Subject: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.

Another week, where I meant to get round to see everyone. I meant to…really I did. Things got fershizzled with the holiday, and my Accomplice having extra days off…

So, this week, I’m going to visit everyone on the list – and read your last posts, too…really. Truly.

I mean it.

But now, on to the WIPpet!

I’m serializing the first scene of Sea Changes, where we meet our first of three POV characters, Karina Karanova. Here’s the premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to let this draft rest for December, and begin creating a revision plan in January. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 30, 2015.
  • Today, you get thirty sentences.

Context: Karina is in a pottery studio, working with clay and hating it, when a new guest who doesn’t like sunlight comes in. Karina tries not to stare, but finds it difficult…

Taboo Subject

“It’s all right to look at me, or to ask me questions.” His voice was soft, with amusement layered over pain. “Most people have never seen an albino before. I don’t mind talking about it, but I do mind being stared at or ignored because I’m different.”

So gentle, that voice – yet, there was something in it that suggested he’d been both stared at and ignored more often than he liked.

“How can you live here?” She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, but the young man had come to her table, and he sat down a little ways from her. It seemed like it would be a greater unkindness to ignore him, and she had been staring, even if covertly.

He chuckled, a pleasant sound, a little deeper than his speaking voice. “Oh, it’s not as hard as you might think. Sun hat, umbrella, shades, and a truly ridiculous amount of high-SPF sunscreen. And I don’t go out in the middle of the day, ever, unless it’s an emergency.”

Karina looked up at him. She couldn’t see his eyes, because of the dark glasses he wore. But he was smiling at her, and she decided that she liked the way it changed his face. “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of the sun, or of dying?”

Karina didn’t know what to say to that, so she bent over her work as though he wasn’t even here. Soon, too soon, Mother would call for her, and then she’d have to report on what she’d accomplished during her first day at the pottery studio.

“Damn, I hate clay,” she whisperhissed through teeth she’d clenched to keep the thought in. Another failure. That would have earned perhaps a dozen lashes, even if she’d long since stopped being a child.

“Then why are you – ” Karina stared at him, trying to send the wordless messages that would silence him. “Ah, I see. Taboo subject. Don’t worry; there’s a lot of those in a place like this. I won’t pry into anything you don’t want to talk about.” He smiled and dug a handful of clay out of the bucket that sat in the trough running the length of the table’s center. “How about I just introduce myself and answer your question?”

Why does Karina not want to talk ?

Who is this man?

Why would someone with albinism live on a tropical island?

Will Karina make progress on her project?

What will happen next?

Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more about Karina and her story.

Previous Karina WIPpets (chronologically):

And now, for something completely different:

Over the last months, I’ve been gradually planning for next April’s Blogging From A-Z Challenge.

I’ll be writing – wait for it! – Enterprise fan fiction stories. =D (I know; you’re all shocked, right?!)

The planning yielded more stories than I need, so I decided to share the ‘extras’ as they are. All month, I’ve posted one every day, in a canon-chronological progression. For each comment, I add a paragraph to the story (there’s a two-day delay, to allow comments to gather) – and you can find all of them at The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar.

Tomorrow, the last post goes live – but the calendar itself will remain, so you can read whenever you feel the need for a bit of TnT.

Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

A Good Daughter: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt, over at A Keyboard and an Open Mind.

I’m still not doing so well at visiting. My schedule is off, and I’ve had many Other Things going on – outings, homeschool reports, extra blog stuff, and, of course, all of those things I set aside for NaNo…oh, and there’s this: I’ll be joining fellow WIPpeteer Fallon Brown and various others in the pages of the second edition of the World Unknown Review anthology! I’d hoped to do more submitting this year, but one acceptance is way better than none!

If I don’t get round to everyone this week, I’m going to take next week off, in the interest of fairness. Since I don’t like to upset my blogging routine that way, that ought to be incentive enough to get me out on my self-appointed rounds.

But now, on to the WIPpet!

I’m serializing the first scene of Sea Changes, where we meet our first of three POV characters, Karina Karanova. Here’s the premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to let this draft rest for December, and begin creating a revision plan in January. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 9, 2015.
  • Today, you get nine sentences. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but there’s a bit of potential compensation if you read through, or scroll down…

Context: Karina is in a pottery studio, working with clay and hating it. She’s feeling the pressure of time, and the weight of guilt…here’s the last sentence from last week’s post, before we go on to the new.

But this first hour had shown her that what Mother wanted from her was going to take much longer – especially since she could only work while Mother slept.

And now, the new words:

She wouldn’t think about the fact that that had been the only time when she was free to do as she wished, and that now even that small time was gone. No, she wouldn’t think about it, because a good daughter wanted to serve her parents, honor them, respect and obey them.

She wouldn’t think of her seven younger siblings, either, or let herself wonder why it was her and not any of them to whom this duty fell.

The girl came back into view. “Excuse me, Miss -”

Karanova,” Karina supplied automatically.

Karanova.” The child seemed to be tasting it on her tongue. “That’s a lovely name.”

Why does Karina try so hard not to think?

Who instilled her idea of what a ‘good daughter’ is?

What does the girl want?

What will happen next?

Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more about Karina and her story.

Previous Karina WIPpets (chronologically):

I’ll be offereing the last serialized snippet of my Trip and T’Pol story, “Mission Accomplished”, over at #8sunday  this weekend. Here’s the current, penultimate snippet, “We’ll Be Busted”, to hold you over until the finale goes live just after midnight on Sunday . There’s also a list so you can catch up with the previous posts.

And now, that compensation I mentioned:

Over the last months, I’ve been gradually and sometimes sporadically planning for next April’s Blogging From A-Z Challenge (no, I’m not usually so far ahead, but last year travel and circumstance derailed my best intentions, so I decided I’m not going to repeat that experience!).

I’ll be writing – wait for it! – Enterprise fan fiction stories. =D (I know; you’re all shocked, right?!) But there are so many of them in my head that I needed to cast a wide initial net, then gradually cull the clamoring idea-catch. And that left me with a nice little assortment of wriggling little stories that didn’t make it to the big time, this time.

So I decided to share them as they are. All through December, I’m posting one every day, in a canon-chronological progression. For each comment, I add a paragraph to the story (there’s a two-day delay, to allow comments to gather) –

the fun part is that I have no idea what direction these little guys will swim…look for them at The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar.

Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

The Coinblade Chronicles: 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.That’s what Coffee and Conversation is all about – whatever’s top-of-mind. Settle in, grab a cuppa, and let’s chat!

What do you look for in a fantasy hero?

My parents kept a bookcase directly across from the doorway of my childhood bedroom. These weren’t kid books; they were grown-up reading material, and, as soon as I was able, I started pulling interesting volumes from those shelves.

Through them, I was transported to another world – one far less volatile and threatening than the one that existed within the walls of our home. Reading was escape, a way to expand my horizons, and I did it ravenously, using that bookcase as my personal buffet.

I was about twelve when I read Lord Foul’s Bane, by Stephen R. Donaldson, and my idea of what ‘hero’ meant changed forever.

Thomas Covenant is not your average good guy. Leprosy in the modern age robbed him of some fingers, a sense of ease – and his wife and young child. Life has become an endless round of checking himself for new damage, being ostracized from society, and physical limitation.

When he’s inexplicably transported into a fantasy realm where he is almost instantly healed, he – well, he doesn’t respond in a way that anyone could call heroic. Not in the least, as a matter of fact. He thinks it’s a dream, and he rapes a young girl.

I’d never read anything like it before. Thomas Covenant was my first anti-hero. I was fascinated by the fact that, while I hated the things he was doing, I also understood why he did them. He was a damaged person, suddenly freed from the facts that had governed his life – but he was still damagd, and he reacted from that place in every action he took.

Decades passed. I grew up, moved out of that volatile home and away from the wonders of the bookshelf (by that point, I had long since consumed everything I found interesting upon it). 

And then, last year, a new antihero, every bit as interesting as Thomas Covenant, and then some, slunk and swaggered his way into my life in a most unexpected way. I’d joined WIPpet Wednesday, a group of blogging writers who share excerpts from their works in progress. One Wednesday, Driev Talbert leapt out of author and WIPpet Mistress K.L. Schwengel’s blogpost and took up immediate and contentious residency in my imagination.

The child of an abusive father, Driev spurned s life of privilege to become bound to the Shadow Guilds. But tragedy has sent him into a downward spiral, and he’s renounced his oath, doing his best to lose himself in a haze of drink and women. He’s more comfortable in the gutters of the Runoff than on the high side of the Gilded Wall. He wants a life of relative anonymity – if he wants to live at all. Sometimes, he’s not so sure he does..

But anonymity might not be possible. He’s bound, after all, and, when his old life comes calling, Driev is ensnared, forced to return to a world he spurned.

In the process, he’s also driven to examine his life, the paths that led him to this point, and where he will go, from here. He’s balanced on a blade’s edge, with danger in every direction. It’s impossible to keep living as he has been – but every action seems to lead him further into conflict, controlled by opposing forces and wills. Some he knows  all too well, and others pose threats he’d never considered.

Driev deals with all this in a manner that’s absolutely not heroic. If you’re looking for a big strong savior  filled with virtue, who always does the right thing – well, he’s not your guy. Big and strong, yes, but wounded and sometimes hostile, Driev is more likely to drop everything to tumble a comely woman (or two, if they’re willing) than he is to save a damsel in distress. He’s looking for trouble, even when he tries to convince himself and everyone else that he isn’t. The thing is, more trouble than he wants is looking for him, too…

A beautiful sight! Image courtesy of K.L. Schwengel.

I had the pleasure and honor of beta-reading this novel a little over a year ago. Driev led me a merry chase, right from those first drunken steps along the icy Kin’s Road. I cursed him, and wanted to hug him. I held my breath for him more times than I can count.

As antiheroes go, Driev is a delightful mess. He’s a broken man still trying to get something that’s absolutely unobtainable. He’s not sweet, or kind – but he is, deep down, decent and as fair as he knows how to be, despite himself. If you like complex and flawed characters struggling through life in trial-and-error fashion as they breathe on the page, it’d be hard to do better than Driev.

The Coinblade Chronicles: Bound in Shadow will soon be available for everyone. I’m trying to wait patiently – I know the book’s going to be even better now, even though the idea that it could be better rather boggles my mind.

If I’ve piqued your curiosity – stay tuned. I’ll post updates and ordering information as I have them. For now, you can head on over to K.L.Schwengel’s website, and/or sign up for her newsletter (Driev isn’t the only fascinating character she writes!).

Here, allow me to refill your flagon, while you do that. It’s not exactly the Tart, here, but I try.  And, by the by, if you have a favorite character or story to share, I’m all ears!

The City of Mossrae. Image courtesy K.L. Schwengel.

“A Complicated Weaving”: Foul Deeds Will Rise for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

79782-shadeWelcome 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 ten-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Past Middlenight”. It’s from Foul Deeds Will Rise, Book #2 in my Trueborn Weft Series fantasy saga.

Vaara, formerly exiled and unknown daughter of the now-dead Kai, has taken her rightful place as heiress, but all is not well. There are more layers to this title than Vaara expected, and the work, to which she sees no point, seems to be without end. And now her aide, Visyl, has suggested that this is a necessary part of her service to the Untribed people. But, perhaps, she doesn’t need to learn it all at once…

“A Complicated Weaving”

Serve them? But I am Kai. Are they not intended to serve me?”

It is a complicated weaving, my Kai. In some things, they serve you. In others, you serve them. It is yet new to you – but you will learn the way of it, in proper time.” She ran fingers through the pages. “None of this needs to be tended before morning. Enjoy your run.”

Will Vaara learn enough to be an effective Kai?

Will she be able to enjoy her run?

Is Visyl telling her the truth?

Well…

I’m not going to tell you, at least not yet. Beginning next week, and at least through September, I’ll be sharing more from my favorite fan fiction ship, TnT – yup, Trip and T’Pol are coming back, mostly because I’m playing along with the fine folks at Story A Day in September, and these two intransigent characters insist that they have a lot more than 30 stories left to tell, so…

I’m not sure yet if I’m going to share from just one story, or give you teasers from several. So, when I post my eight next week, we might all be surprised!

Want more #8Sunday?

Eighteenth Century Day at the Schuyler House (Saratoga National Historical Park), 2013. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

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

79782-shade

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.

Want more #8Sunday? 

Here’s your portal!

And now, as promised…a little Vulcan spiciness,

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