JusJoJan Day 28: Inter-Species Relations

Just Jottin’ my way through January!

 

Okay, I know this post is a day late – and I have my reasons. Mostly that I wrote a post, and hated it. So, I decided to start over – and ended up with a 2500+ word story – too long for a blog post. So I revised it, and revised again, and again – and now, at last, it’s a more suitable length.

I offer, for your consideration, my longest jot, and my first fictional one…this story takes place immediately after this scene…Trip senses something from T’Pol, and comes back to kiss her…

Trip -” My skin heated, and I struggled to contain a pheremone release.

“Mmmn?” His voice was muffled against my neck.

“Trip.” I added a shading of sharpness, while I still could. “There’s something of importance we need to discuss.”

**

A fella could get whiplash with how fast T’Pol could go from delicious temptress to all-business Vulcan. But when I lifted my head to look into her huge eyes, they were glowing. Not business, then – something personal, and I smiled. “Okay, pepperpot, let’s talk. Your place or mine?”

“Neither. What I have to say is – unnerving, at best.” She tipped her head. “Someone is approaching.”

I took her elbow and steered her into the Conference Room, before anyone could see us necking in the corridor.

**

It was natural, now, to embrace him as humans do. I rested a hand on his chest, over his slow human heart, and tangled the other in his hair as he kissed me again. His hands slipped down my back. So human – his taste, his scent, the feel of him…my alien mate.

My bondmate.

I broke the kiss, holding his gaze. “Trip, do you remember when you told me that humans were free to choose, and that what I wanted was very relevant – that I have a duty to myself?”

“How could I forget? The thought of you gettin’ married just because you were supposed to – rankled the hell outta me.”

“That much was clear.” I drew a deep breath; rehearsing what I might say was a far different matter than actually saying it. ” Haven’t you wondered why Vulcan parents arrange their children’s marriages?”

“Course I have. Like I said back then, the whole thing sounds illogical to me. You can’t be the only one whose marriage didn’t work out.”

“Vulcan marriages ‘work out’ if the couple fulfills certain clearly delineated responsibilities to one another and the family unit. I surmise that your concept of ‘working out’ involves a strong component of mutual emotional affinity, freely expressed.”

“Aww, pepperpot, you say the sweetest things – in the most sterile way. But, yeah. Love makes the world go round.” He shrugged and smiled. “Well, mine, anyway. And I know that’s scientifically impossible – but it’s still true.”

“Do you recall approximately two years ago, when Captain Archer was taken hostage, and Phlox and I were confined to Decon?”

“When you were gobbling up your supper with your bare hands, and busted out and ran through the halls in your underwear? That was pretty memorable, pepperpot. Must’ve been a helluva fever you had – Malcolm had this crazy story that you propositioned him – ”

**

She stared at her shaking hand on my heart, breathing fast, and I got another memory-burst – hot, hungry, needing, denied, desperate for escape, for sex –

“I don’t remember that, however, it’s likely true. I attempted to seduce Phlox.” It was barely a whisper, and she was shaking all over now – not her subharmonic quiver of arousal, but fear I could feel in her mind.

“Phlox? T’Pol, he’s got three wives already.”

Her eyes met mine, then jerked to the side. “He was there, and male. Those were my only criteria – if I could not reach you.”

“Me? We weren’t exactly on the best terms.”

“I Awakened to you, Trip. You are always my first choice.”

“You sure hid it well.” Why was I so nervous, all of a sudden, like this was a big deal? “So, are you gonna tell me why?”

“I needed to mate.” She was shaking so hard I led her to the table and sat her down. She didn’t resist, and that said something.

“‘Needed to’? Not ‘wanted to’?”

“Both. Need precipitated desire. Without treatment, or mating, I wouldn’t have survived.”

“You mean, you would have died without sex?”

She nodded, silent and shaking.

**

He ran a hand through his hair, and paced away, then back. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve- “

“Phlox thought the virus would be fatal to humans.”

“So what does that have to do with – with us, now?”

“The virus triggered a related, naturally occurring process.” I breathed deeply. “You know of the pon farr.”

“Well, yeah, but I know that you ‘mate’ more than once every seven years, pepperpot.”

“Trip, you misunderstand. If Vulcans don’t mate during pon farr, we die.”

“Come again?” Trip came to sit beside me, and took my hand in his.

I used his human vernacular. “And again and again – and many times beyond that.”

His mouth dropped open, then closed. “That’s your first dirty joke – but you’re not kidding, are you?”

No. Pon farr requires copious sexual release and telerotic communion.”

**

I clamped my mouth shut, stuck my tongue in my cheek so that I wouldn’t say something stupid about ‘copious sexual release’, and how much I was looking forward to helping her out with that. “Is there someone who can help you, tell you what to do?”

I haven’t Burned before.” She said it like it was another name for what was going to happen to her. “Phlox has developed some palliative measures to ease the early stages. I’ll know what to do -” She shuddered, and stared out the window at the stars. “The cycle is natural, for me. I’ll be physiologically compelled to mate – frequently, and likely violently. We don’t speak of it – our marriage customs assure we have mates, when pon farr commences.”

I kept hold of her hand, squeezing softly. “I guess they’re more logical than I thought. How long – do you know?”

The active phase is approaching – within the next several months; perhaps sooner.” She sounded small and lost, her head bowed.

“You just tell me when, pepperpot, and I’m all yours. But you said ‘telerotic’ – can a human do that?” Was I going to be enough for her, when she needed me?

“We were able to bond. You are enough, and more, Trip.” She didn’t quite look at me. “But this isn’t your way. You’re human – you must be free to choose.”

Maybe I haven’t been very clear about it, lately, T’Pol – but I already chose you – all of you.” I lifted two fingers in the Vulcan way she’d taught me.

T’hy’la,” she whispered, meeting them with her own, and a single tear fell onto her cheek as I drew her close.

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WIPpet Wednesday: “About My Ears…”

 

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!

I’m sharing the penultimate snippet from “Tigress T’Pol”, a locked-room story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Convoluted WIPpet Math So That I Get My Way:

  • Today is January 21, 2015.
  • Math: All digits played with this way: 1 + 2 + 1= 4; 4 x 2+ 0 =8; 1+5=6: 4+6 =10: 8+10= 18; 18-10=8….I know I could have done that in a far simpler way, but I’m way overtired, and I like playing number games from time to time.
  • You get 8 short paragraphs today – and this is almost it, so I hope you enjoy!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

In February, I’ll be 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’…

But for now, there’s a Vulcan and a human locked in a cell… Trip was maybe about to learn what T’Pol‘s ‘extenuating circumstances’ were when those ears of hers picked up on something he couldn’t hear… today, we learn what T’Pol hears, and talk a bit about ears, too…

We’ll have some of this….because you KNOW this little cell interlude isn’t going to ease all the tension between these two!

Another few seconds that seemed to stretch out almost forever, until T’Pol said quietly, “There are four people approaching. I believe that two of them are Captain Archer and Ensign Sato, and that they, too, have been taken captivee. Their footsteps sound -” I could feel her frowning, trying to find a word that fit. “Reluctant – as though they are being forced.”

I kept my voice down, so I wouldn’t distract her too much. “I can’t hear anything. How far away are they? Can those pretty ears of yours tell that?”

“Two levels, perhaps three. It’s hard to be certain at this distance.” She half-turned back to me. “Commander Tucker – about my ears – “

I gave her the best innocent look I could muster – hadn’t ever fooled my mama, but T’Pol wasn’t Katherine Tucker, or even human. “Yes, Subcommander T’Pol?”

Her face softened, a little. “While I find your – fascination – with my auditory organs agreeable, in private, I request that you refrain from referencing it in the presence of the remainder of the crew. It’s a matter of – “

“Protocol. I know. And I’ll try to make it look like I’m still ticked off that you’re here, and that I haven’t gotten past the fact that your’e a Vulcan long enough to see that you’re a helluva sexy woman, and that you didn’t straddle me and damn near strip me, and that I have no idea at all how damned good you feel in my arms, not to mention the way you taste, and -“

“Trip.” She turned back to me, and there was something like fear in her eyes. She must’ve been scared, because the next thing she said was pure human. “Please.”

“Sorry,” I told her, and meant it. “I’ll behave.” At least, I would damned well try.

Can Trip behave? And are they headed for salvation, or deeper trouble? Is there ever going to be a bed and a door in their future?!

Come back next week to find out more!

And eventually, THIS!

Yes, I’ve counted..applying decontamination gel to Trip’s right shoulder five times isn’t exactly, well, logical…and that’s before the ear joke…but after Trip’s eyes and fingers head south, and other parts head – ahem, further north…

WIPpet Wednesday: “Extenuating Circumstances”

 

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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!

I’m sharing a snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 14, 2015.
  • Math: 10 mostly short paragraphs: 7+4-1=10; using the date, and halving it, and being creative to get my way!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. T’Pol has just told Trip that there are ‘extenuating cicumstances’ that may affect her ability to accept his proposition…now he wants to know what they are, and he thinks he has an idea…

A possibility exploded in my head with the force of a warp core breach.”Oh, damn – you’re married, aren’t you?” T’Pol’s hand hovered there, fingers trembling. Her staring face was pale and shocked. “Aww, hell. I got that just right, didn’t I? Course you are – who could resist someone so beautiful, smart, strong, and downright sexy?”

“I’m not married.” Her voice only shook a little. Maybe she was telling the truth the way all Vulcans insisted they always did – but then why did she still look like I did when I was fourteen, after my first time, out in the orange groves, when Lizzie spied on us and teased me about it for almost a year? I decided I was gonna find the answer to that little riddle. After all, I wouldn’t be much of an engineer if I didn’t, now would I? I grinned, and, as the old saying went, let her have both barrels of the infamous Tucker charm…

“Not married, eh? So there’s no Mr. T’Pol in the picture?”” She looked away again – to hide, I guessed, but from what? Being unattached, and what that meant for whatever this was boiling over between us? My accusing her of being married and not telling me? Those things she wasn’t supposed to feel or act on, but wasn’t sure she wanted to control? Something else I couldn’t even guess at?

Did I really have any business knowing, or the right to ask about her personal life?

I took advantage of her turned head, and echoed her little back-of-the-fingers-along-the-jaw caress. She gasped and shuddered, and her pulse beat fast and hard under my passing fingers, reminding me of the way her heart had felt when she was straddling me. Oh, yes, gorgeous – you want this as much as I do. So what’s getting in your way?

When I took my fingers away, T’Pol started to lean toward them, then caught herself and shook her head, like she was denying her own impulses.

Are you – ?” She swallowed, hard, interrupting herself, and starting at me with those huge dilated eyes while she worked up the nerve to finish her question, “Pair-bonded?” Her voice sounded utterly neutral, but she quivered like a grappler cable at maximum tolerance. She might pretend she didn’t, but Miss T’Pol, the most eligible Vulcan bachelorette in this entire cell, cared about my marital status, too. And, whatever her ‘extenuating circumstances’ were, even if it was the whole damned Vulcan High Command with Starfleet piled on top like a cherry – knowing that made me a little giddy… or maybe it was her perfume, which had gotten so far into my head I didn’t think I’d ever forget her scent.

We’ve certainly gone about this a bit ass-backwards, haven’t we?” I laughed at her expression, and decided I wasn’t going to tell her what it meant unless she asked. “Nope, the only Mrs. Tucker in my life is my mama. I thought there might be one, once – you saw her that night at Fusion, just before you ran out. Her name’s Natalie, and maybe she still thinks it could happen, but I-”

She suddenly spun around, tipping her head. I could almost feel Subcommander T’Pol of the Vulcan High Command come back full force. She stiffened her spine and strode across the room again, getting as close to that force field as she could without actually touching it.

No point explaining about Natalie when she wasn’t even listening – or at least, not to me. If T’Pol was hearing something else, I wanted to know what it was. I strained – but I couldn’t hear anything unusual. Then I remembered what she’d said about the evolutionary reasons for those deliciously pointed ears of hers, and how she’d heard me, even when I couldn’t even hear myself, from across the room…

I came up behind her, trying to ignore the way her lingering quiver shivered through my body, too. “What is it -?” I kept my own voice softer than a whisper, but I stopped when she only lifted a hand. I stood there, trying not to give in to the powerful temptation to pull her hot taut body close while I waited to see if she was going to clue me in.

What does T’Pol hear? Will Trip ever find out? What about those unspoken ‘extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to learn more!

 

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Whatever This Is

 

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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!

I’m sharing a snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Three weeks ago, Trip and T’Pol talked idiomatically. This week, a conversational quagmire…
Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 7, 2015.
  • Math: 6 paragraphs, 7 for the date, minus 1 for the first WIPpet of the year!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

T’Pol, did you just – uhhh, proposition me?” She only stood there, watching me, her low-grade quiver seeming to move through the air, somehow, and transmit itself to me, and a shiver of anticipation went through me, almost like she was still touching me. Damn, she was intoxicating! “All right then. This is what I propose – whatever this is, let’s take some time to explore it, once we’re back on the ship, where we can have that door, and a bed that’ll do, even if it’s not as comfortable or as big as I’d like.” She took in a sharp breath, which seemed to echo through me, resonating with her vibrations. I wanted to know what she was thinking – I waned to pull her to me, right here and now, bed and door be damned…T’Pol made a soft guttural little sound. As much to distract myself and fill the silence as to convince her, I kept on talking, as though I didn’t know how to stop. “Without you calling him up to remind him of protocol every step of the way, the Cap’n’s bound to get suspicious sooner or later, and then he’ll come find us and get her out of here.” Watch. Quiver. Her breath prickled my neck hairs, and I was breathing faster now, too. Why the hell wasn’t she saying anything? Why the hell why wasn’t I shutting up? “And then, – as soon as we’re both free -“

She flinched bodily, shaking, flinging her head to the side as she gasped – and, too late, I stopped vomiting words at her. She’d damned near thrown me to the floor, grinding against me in a way that said, without doubt that she wanted me – or did it? Did any of this -whatever it was – mean anything to her? Did it mean what it meant to me – this whatever-it-was? She’s a Vulcan, Tucker – not a human. You could be reading her all wrong. I didn’t know how, exactly, but I could feel, T’Pol – closing off? No, not that, or not exactly. More like she was backing away, in her mind – from me, or what I said, or how she’d responded, or takig that next step that she seemed both to want and to be afraid of…I needed more information before I could figure out the problem, and what to do about it. Softly, I said, “What’s wrong, T’Pol?”

Her eyes were doing that nervous little sideways skitter again, so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I stayed pu, even though my brain was screaming at me to go to her, the way I’d go to a human woman who looked that upset. Maybe it was stupid, to press this any further, but I couldn’t just stand there while she looked so miserable and vulnerable. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and watched her pretending she had control of herself, and then said, “Look, I get it – we’re essentially strangers to each other. But something’s bothering you about what I said, or what I did, and I don’t see anyone else here for you to talk to. Besides, we’ve already covered a lot of ground, for strangers – and, believe it or not, T’Pol, I like you. If I’ve hurt you, or upset you – “

“It’s not that we’re strangers, Trip.” It was a whisper that held too many things to name – but I thought there was fear, yearning, shock, wonder,,. “It’s that we’re not -” She frowned a little, turning to face me agian, and her gaze climbed slowly up my chest. She made it to my chin before it flinched away again. “From the first moment I saw you – ” She shook her head, and stared at my mouth, and I wondered if she knew she was licking her lovely lips. “I am a Vulcan, Trip. I’m not free. I’m intended to feel what I feel for you. I am most certainly not intended to act upon those feelings…”. She jerked her eyes up to fix them on mine, and then her stare swept my body, avid and hungry. “And yet, I don’t know how to stop feeling, or acting – and, if I did, I’m uncertain that I would choose to.”

So I’m imbalancing your systems.” She made a tiny motion that might be a nod. “You know, you’ve thrown me out of whack too – I never met another Vulcan who looked like you, smelled like you – turned me on the way you do…” I trailed off, again, because her eyes suddenly focused on mine, and I was falling in, even from across the room. How could she do that just by looking at me?

“Trip – there are – ” She swallowed, and strode across the room to stand close enough to touch again. Her hand lifted, those fingers pairing, and she brushed the backs of them light and swift as a pulsebeat along my jaw. Her fingers trembled; so did her breath. “There are other…extenuating circumstances…” She stared at her fingers, and I breathed in her delicious smoky citrus scent and tried to keep hold of my circulatory system for once. She frowned at her shaking hand, and didn’t look at me. “I should not have allowed this…”

What is this? And what are T’Pol’s extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to find out more!

 

SoCS and JusJoJan Day 3: T’Pol’s Got a Bathtub?! (and other fan-fiction bizarities)…

 

 

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This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt -this week’s is “T.

Have you ever watched a favorite show and found yourself imagining the characters living out your stories?  Wondered what happens in those spaces between scenes, in the unseen parts of their lives?


Me too…especially the aftermath of moments as – umm –  charged as this one!

Maybe that’s what first led me to start writing Star Trek fan fiction, when  I was 13, and why it’s still my passion, in my mid-40s. 

Writing fan fiction is a way to lay a personal claim to beloved characters. It’s the modern equivalent of adapting a fairy tale or a song. It allows for different interpretations, and far more possibilities than a show could ever encompass. At its best, it’s breathtaking- every bit as good, or maybe even better, than the show itself. At its worst….well, that’s something very, very different, in the way a train wreck is different from a birthday party.

What makes it good or bad? Shakespeare (he’s big in Trek!) would say it’s thinking that makes it so. Maybe that’s true, but I have another idea….

Respect.

When writing characters who already have lives, and personalities, and a reality within which they must exist, the first thing to consider might be respect. As the fan fiction site Ad Astra puts it, paraphrased, you can have Spock eating kittens, but you’d better have a logical reason for it. You need to explain, believably, why a pacifist vegetarian with a strong cultural tendency toward logical behavior would do any such thing. Ironically, in the rough draft of my WIP King of Shreds and Patches, Spock commits an act with a striking similarity to eating kittens. I spent a lot of time debating writing that scene, even though Spock was insisting that that’s the way it happened. I knew I couldn’t just put it out there and have it be believed…I needed to say WHY, and it had to make sense – be logical, under the circumstances.

Time will tell if I got that one right. But I’ve read some things, just lately, that fly in the face of respect for the characters. For instance, there being a bathtub in T’Pols quarters. Watching Enterprise makes it clear that she has a shower, like everyone else. And, of all the people on the ship, why would the only one who came from a desert world, the only one committed to logic, have, of all things, a bathtub in her quarters? In the story in question, it was apparently there only to be used as a plot device.

But that’s nothing next to the sexuality issue….

I believe strongly that everyone’s entitled to their own sexuality, so long as they aren’t forcing it upon those who don’t want it. I extend this courtesy to fictional characters, too. If a character has an expressed orientation, I feel there is a huge lack of respect involved in altering it for the writer’s pleasure. I have no problem with assigning an orientation to a character whose inclinations are never clearly stated – I’ve done that myself, and I think I’ve made at least one very agreeable couple, that way…

But, as a terminally straight woman, I wouldn’t want someone messing with my sexuality, and I don’t think it’s fair to do to characters, if we know what variety of person they’re likely to take to their bedroom, or whatever place they choose for those activities…

And, as a corollary to that, there’s another odd phenomena of glossing over, minimizing, ignoring, or ridiculing relationships explored in the series – essentially, the characters’ love lives are being manipulated by the writer, forcing them into other relationshipa. They’re people, at least in the story, and they have the right to their own relationships. Even fictional characters have the right to change their minds, and sometimes, especially with Vulcans, who have, at times, a need to mate, or else die, circumstances can lead to strange and maybe less than preferable bedfellows -but it doesn’t seem respectful to ignore years’ worth of story canon, and the creative efforts of the writers and actors, and force the characters to be with someone they wouldn’t be with – not unless there’s a very good reason….

This, for instance, is a pretty powerful culmination of an intricate three-year dance around the issue of will-they-or-won’t – they? I feel it’s disrespectful to years of character development and subtle forward and back to arbitrarily pair either of these two with someone else, without an equally well-developed reason…

I guess what this all boils down to for me is that characters – fan fiction or otherwise – aren’t puppets to be manipulated by the writer. They’re people, at least in the story, and they have the right to their own integrity and their own lives. When all the things that make a character who they are are honored, the writing is every bit as good as for-profit, original-character writing can be. When they aren’t – well, it just feels like cheating, to me, or a lack of respect for the characters and their reality.

As a writer and a person, I strive to treat all others with respect….I wish that was true of all those who choose to play with characters whose integrity holds value to me.

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Okay, so maybe it’s not exactly a HAPPY ending, but I, for one, don’t want to be cheated out of the deliciousness of moments like these, as two very different people navigate through uncharted terrain…

 

 

SoCS : “Consuming and Consumed”

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This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt -this week’s is consume.

I’ve officially finished writing the rough draft of my NaNoWriMo. novel , The Earth Doth Move.

I still have one more rough draft I want to complete this year, so I’m offering you a streaam-of-consciousness bit of Perchance to Dream. I’ve shared another bit or two from this story in previous SoCS posts here, and here.

We’re getting close to the end, here, so there may not be any more of this draft shared – by next Saturday, I hope to be finished, and the chance of spoilers is getting larger…

So, here we are, with a young dreaming Vulcan, and danger, and questions about what he’s consumed, and whether it will consume him…

Disclaimer: Spock, T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful even when I’m not logical!

But into the dreams came those who would Hunt him. There was T’Pol, his t’hy’la, whose flames scorched and consumed. The Burning One would use him to reach her first bondmate, claim his body for her purposes.

“You told me that you would be T’Lys, for me, if I would be Trip for you, t’hy’la!” Was that his own voice that quavered into a register higher than it had in years, now? Was it he who shook so?

“I wanted it to be so…” She shook her head, and there was guilt and sorrow in her mind, and writ clear upon her face. “I’ve hurt you; I didn’t want that. I wanted to be your answer, as you’ve been mine.” There was something – a shadow, a shifting, and that same face, and her body, battered, eyes no longer focused on him, but closed, their lids swollen, discolored….broken -she was broken…..

“Was it me? T’hy’la – did I do this thing to you?”

“No, not you, son. This happened after you left- “

“Left? What do you mean, left? Trip, I have slept; Phlox says that my needs have been met, for now.” There was a fragile beauty to her, even with her swollen face, her broken body. “You said you would tell me when I’d met those conditions. Tell me now. Spock is gone?”

“You used me only for your own consumption! Would you have me stay, until I was used up, and there was nothing remaining to me? T’hy’la and Kiral have I named thee, but thee – thee wants only him -only this long-dead human you will not release!” Why was he so shaken, so angry? He had held this katra; and he had shared in her mind. She Burned; she could not be other than what she was, who she was.

What logic was there, in blaming a Burning One? Surely, she would be only as she was, and nothing other.

“What of your consumption, son?” The human had a gentle voice, a soothing manner. “No, what she did – it wasn’t OK, and you got hurt. I stopped her, as soon as I could – but you can’t expect logic of a Burning One, and you, of all people, should know the need for something you can’t have – weren’t you trying to use her the same way? Weren’t you angry only because, once the fires rose up and consumed her, she couldn’t see you or help you? So tell me, Spock – what are you consuming, to try to touch your Huntress?”

Spock wanted to hide, now, and started to back away. “I claim this as my own, and I will have privacy in it.”

But T’Pol, even broken, even with what she had done to him, pried open her eyes – only a thin slice of the muted greengold showed, but enough. “Oh, young one -what is this thing I have given to you? I fear that what you think to consume, in order to feel her, will instead consume you.”

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

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My Penultimate Nest: December 21, 2014

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So, what’s happening in your life, this penultimate Sunday of 2014?

For me, there’s the sound of a snapping fire in the woodstove, the washer chugging along as though it’s talking to itself, and the random sounds of laughter from the boy’s room (I think he’s watching American Dad!), and running narrative from the girl’s (where she’s building a Girl Nest on her loft bed). The occasional jingle of the Corki-dog’s tags…and the tapping of my fingers on my laptop keys.

Oh, and I’ve finished the penultimate scene in The Earth Doth Move...I’m hoping to have a complete draft before our local NNWM Write-In later tonight…

And then, I’ll dive back into Perchance to Dream….my other “hanging” WIP, from July CampNaNo 2013.

Here’s hoping we all have a lovely, lingering, dreamy, penultimate Sunday filled with promise and life!

Would you believe this Monsterdscript is now almost 265,000 words, with a few thousand left to go?!

And now, for something not so completely different…

December Focuses:

  • First Quarter Homeschool Reports for both children.

  • Finish my two “hanging” WIPs.

  • Set plans for 2015 Writing.

Target Attained:

2014 Hometending:

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

Complete and submit both childrens’ first quarter homeschooling reports.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

  • New entries added; more to come. It feels good to know what I’m doing when again!

2014 Lifetending:

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

Continue to meet and make plans with friends.

  • Tentative plans firming up for our Oregon trip.

  • Feelers out to some friends we’ve been missing.

  • Attending local NNWM Write-in tonight.

2014 Fitness:

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

Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week.

  • Stair music” with Annalise.

Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

2014 Nutrition:

Continue exploring nutrition goals.

Maintain existing nutrition goals.

  • Water daily.

  • Fish or seafood 3/1 (shrimp; smoked oysters).

  • Soup: 2/1 (French onion).

  • Whole grains: 4/3 (dry multigrain cereal; whole grain roll; multigrain cereal/milk; whole-grain crackers).

  • Fruits/vegetables: 3/3 (broccoli; clementine; veggie tacos).

  • Greek yogurt: 3/2.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

Pre-holiday happiness at the toy store!

In Progress:

2014 Blogging:

Build positive blogging habits.

Maintain blogging schedule.

Catch up comments and visits neglected during NaNoWriMo.

  • Moving forward; will be caught up by the end of year. Dealing with one comment category at a time, for past comments, and new ones as they come in.

2014 Writing:

Complete rough draft of The Earth Doth Move: at least 2,000 words a day until complete.

  • Wednesday: 2,048 words.

  • Thursday:    6,200+ words. (forgot to count).

  • Friday:         5,651 words.

  • Saturday:     6,080 words.

  • Scene: 59/60. Third resolution (and penultimate) underway at midnight, which is my cutoff for updates.

  • I expect to finish today or tomorrow! =D

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

Complete rough draft of Perchance to Dream.

  • Plan to plan next scene (52/60), very soon after I complete TEDM.

  • After that, writing gets underway. Still aiming to finish in 2014!

2014 Hometending:

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

  • More focused attention to cleanup of targeted areas. (study; kitchen; family room all got time).

Clean up files:

File or delete Inbox email backlog; maintain below 100 messages.

  • Back under 100, deleting, reading, filing.

Clean up Desktop and Writing Tidbits files on laptop. Organize in a rational, intuitive manner.

  • Looked Tidbits over and got a general sense of what I want to do. Next up, doing it!

  • Made second pass on Desktop – much cleaner! One more pass should do it!

Develop new habits that support organization and productivity.

Write a rough draft of my 2015 writing plans, by round and theme.

  • Plan to complete Round 1 list.

  • Next up, the 2015 Big Picture Goals.

2014 Lifetending:

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

Read the 3/8 TBR books on the bookcase by my bed.

Return to exploring the slips in my Play Jar – in a playful, FUN way!

  • Pulled another slip. Will update when complete.

2014 Fitness:

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

At least one workout at the Y each week.

Meet or increase existing cardio goals.

At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.

  • Nothing new.

Plan/execute at least two activities/trips each month that promote physical activity.

  • 1/ 2 complete.

Use Wii balance board and at least 3 days weekly, for a minimum of ten minutes.

  • After a 29 day hiatus that didn’t feel that long; I’m back, with an informal schedule.
  • Thursday, 10 minutes. Yoga, strength, aerobics, and balance exercises.
  • 1/3 days this week.

2014 Nutrition:

Continue exploring nutrition goals.

Maintain existing nutrition goals.

  • Salads/smoothies: 4/5; (3 salads; 1 smoothie).

  • Nuts: 1 / 2 (pumpkin seeds).

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Write a rough draft of my Round 1 sponsor post.

  • Wrote something that may form the basis of the draft; will play with it later this week.

One of my gifts – I get to live with her! <3

Not Yet:

2014 Writing:

Freewrite on the ideas I’ve had for the unwritten portions of the story.

  • Plot a rough schedule for creating first drafts for all remaining novels.

2014 Fitness:

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

  • Maintain or increase weight-bearing exercise.

2014 Nutrition:

Continue exploring nutrition goals.

Maintain existing nutrition goals.

  • Read Intuitive Eating.

 

That’s it for me! If you’re so inclined, cheer on other penultimate ROW posts here!

Another gift? I get to live with him, too! <3