NaNoing My Nest: October 29,2014

 

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Well, here we are! It’s the final October update, and my busy week is in full swing!

My troublesome tooth is history. I’m not in much pain- it’s tender, and twinges occasionally, but I can live with that. I’ve taken Annalise shopping to complete her costume, bought both kids clothes because, well, they do seem to keep growing, and, on Thursday, the kids and I will be headed five hours away, to central New Jersey, to visit our friends for Halloween. Incidentally, that’s where I will begin NaNoWriMo – as close to midnight as I can manage.

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And, since it’s nearly the end of October, it’s time for me to assess my progress on my monthly goals. On Sunday, I’ll be posting my November goals (uhh, NaNo, mostly!), and my overall Round 4 progress thus far.

How was YOUR October? I hope you found it productive and fun – rather like a leaf pile! =D

October Focuses:

  • OctPoWriMo

  • Short Story Revisions for Submission

  • NaNoWriMo Plotting Target attained!

Blogging:

On target:

Queue all November posts for Coffee and Conversation and WIPpet Wednesday features by October 31.

  • Several posts in progress; that’ll be a focus for the rest of the week; until I run out of month, or all are scheduled.

  • C and C: Posts for 11/3; 11/10; and 11/17 in physical development. Idea nascent for 11/ 24.

  • WIPpet Wednesday: Post for 10/29 scheduled; 11/5; 11/12; 11/19; 11/26 in various stages of physical development.

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems.

  • 28/31 completed and blogged.

Share each feature post to 3 diverse places.

  • Most of the time. More organic than recorded.

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround.

  • Again, most of the time. I’m still falling behind on the intense Saturday-Monday blogging stretch; but queuing posts should help with this, in future.

May the words fall like the leaves….

Writing:

Target attained:

Finish plotting The Earth Doth Move (for NaNoWriMo) by October 31.

  • 60/60 scenes complete; chapter 19/19.

  • Now I let the ideas simmer until Saturday! =D

On target:

Write 31 poems for OctPOWriMo, one per day in October.

  • 28/31 poems completed.

Not yet:

Complete rough draft of Perchance to Dream.

Continue first revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish.

Complete readthrough for Blood and Breath.

Editing:

On target; goal adapted:

Complete Deep Revision process for three short stories.

  • Goal adapted to one story, “A Splash of Red.”

  • Exercise 5/5 in progress.

Not yet:

Do first revision pass on each poem in Queen of My Infinite Spaces.

Continue with on-page pre-revision notations for BAB.

Submitting:

On target; goal adapted:

Submit all Deep Revision stories to World Unknown Review.

  • Submission will occur after final revision pass.

Happy Nightmare Fairy – maybe she’ll give us all inspiration!

 

Hometending:

Target Attained:

Take time at least once a week to simply be in the space, as it is.

File or delete Inbox email backlog; maintain at a manageable level.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

Read Smart Change.

On target:

Continue the family room reset.

  • Stalled out a bit mid-month, but gathering steam again…slowly.

Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

  • Intermittent progress here; moving along.

Not yet:

  • Organize laptop files in a rational, intuitive manner. Aim for 15 minutes/week.

  • Explore the 52 Weeks of CHaOS program.

Lifetending:

Target Attained:

Move Play Jar to a more visible area.

  • Moved to a prominent space on my study shelf, near my chair.

Read at least one of the TBR books on the bookcase by my bed.

On target:

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

  • I’ve pulled a slip, and will complete it next week.

Continue to meet and make plans with friends.

Not yet:

Surveying what’s on the horizon….

Fitness:

Target Attained:

  • Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

On target: (at least, until the tooth abscess derailed me.)

  • At least one workout at the Y each week.

  • At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.

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

  • At the Y; at least 4 weight-bearing exercises/machines for arms/legs/core weekly.

  • Treadmill: 18 minute mile, walking/jogging; using “Rolling Hills” Program.

  • Work up to 2 miles, at any speed for the second mile.

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

  • Build toward one half mile walking/jogging on the track each week.
  • Add time on elliptical, arc trainer, and/or rowing machines: goal is 10 minutes on each, by end of round.
  • Set up Wii balance board and use for 10 minutes at least twice weekly.

Not yet:

Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

  • Not having gotten to the gym two out of the last three weeks, between abscess and the extraction, has delayed this goal. I’ll check my weight next Tuesday.

Nutrition:

Target Attained:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads and yogurt/nuts).

Eat broth or vegetable-based soup at least once each week.

On target (still working on forming the habits):

Eat fresh vegetables other than salads (raw or cooked), and/or fresh fruits at least 3 times each week.

Eat whole grains, in any form, at least 3 times each week.

Not yet:

Read Intuitive Eating.

  • This will likely be my NaNo break reading, and, if not, I will read it in December.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Target Attained:

  • Complete and submit my sponsor post.

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

 

ROW into November with us!

WIPpet Wednesday: Pickle Juice and Leverage

Welcome to the Halloween version of 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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another 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.

Disclaimer: 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!

I’ve got something a bit different for you today. A few weeks back, someone, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember who (Emily, maybe?), posted a “blooper” – a scene that didn’t make it through revisions. I loved the idea, and I wasn’t the only one. So…

Story a Day May provided me with lots of good TnT stuff – but also a few bits that wandered off into weird places. So today, in honor of tricks and treats, I give you a bit that didn’t make it into the slot eventually filled by “Strangers in Sickbay”.

Spoiler Alert! This occurs after the events in “Tigress T’Pol”, which we will return to next week. If you don’t want to know if TnT spend forever in that cell; don’t read this!!!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 29, 2014.
  • My math is – Halloween, baby! Call it a trick; call it a treat; call it a tenth birthday gift for my nephew; call it whatever you want! =D

This story is an add-on scene for the episode: “Acquisition. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. I haven’t edited it; it’s as-is!

So T’Pol and Trip have just bamboozled three alien thieves into captivity, thereby saving the ship….

T’Pol looked at the three big-headed aliens she’d just dispatched. “I trust you will disarm them, Commander? Their scent is – powerful.” She wrinkled her nose; I tried not to notice how cute that small uncontrolled gesture was. Suddenly, I was very aware that we were two of only three people awake on the entire ship.

“What about that nasal numbing agent you used to talk so much about?” I said it mostly to distract myself.

“I no longer use it. I’ve grown accustomed to the scent of humans. However, these people possess a markedly different body chemistry. I find it somewhat – overpowering.” She swallowed. “I would prefer to go no closer.”

“You all right? You’re looking a little green around the gills.”

“The smell is rather -nauseating. Once I am out of close proximity, I suspect the sensations will fade.”

I went to kneel by the aliens, and now my nose wrinkled, too, and I cleared my throat. “These guys don’t smell as bad as Klingons, but this is a little like being too close to an entire vat of pickle juice.”

“‘Pickle – juice?'”

“Mostly vinegar, with some spices, then cooked. It’s a powerful scent – even to my nose.”

“Then I suggest you complete your search quickly.” Her voice wavered a little.

“Good suggestion. Good shooting, too.”

Their skin was like worn leather when I brushed it, and I had to fight the impulse to wipe my hands on my coveralls like I was back to being a kid. “They all have something like phase pistols, and those handcuffs they used on the captain, and then there’s this whip plasma contraption…”

“We will confiscate their weapons, and study them. As for my aim, I had the element of surprise, and a contained area. I believe our phase pistols are the more powerful.”

“Well, their handcuffs seem just about perfect for what I’ve got in mind.”

It took a little shoving and arranging, but, when I was done, they were all attached to one another. “With the way these guys bicker, they’ll be too busy blaming each other to figure out how to get themselves out of this.”

“Splendid.”

She looked at the pile I’d created, and there was smug satisfaction in her tone. She withdrew something from somewhere around her waist – where the hell did she manage to hide anything in a uniform that fit her as though she poured it on every day? – and held it up. It caught the light with a metallic glint. It was a key. “I believe it is time that I released the captain -“

“T’Pol!”

My voice was sharp, and it bounced and ricocheted off the pipes. She tensed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be so loud. But, if you’ve had that key; does that mean Krem is disabled, too?”

“It does indeed.” She watched the key spin, almost as though it had her mesmerized.

“Then why didn’t you unlock the captain?”

She looked at me, and there was something a little reckless in her glinting eyes. “I have unfinished business with Captain Archer, and this key represents leverage.”

“For someone who claims she’s motivated by logic, you certainly seem to be enjoying this.”

What will T’Pol say to that? What business does she have with the captain, and why does she need leverage? Is she enjoying this? How come they’re both keeping their hands to themselves?

Nope. Not telling. That’s the trick part…but you know the drill by now– you can watch the episode, or wait till I post this on a fan fiction site and share the link!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

WIPpet Wednesday: “Keep Your Shirt On”:

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a 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.

This is the seventeenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

So, have you ever heard the one about the human and the Vulcan who got locked in a cell and played word games? No? Well, have I got a WIPpet for you! =D

Disclaimer: 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 October 22, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 22+11 (the ones from month and year) =33
  • And the last paragraph from last week, for context.

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.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Intense Reaction. Trip and T’Pol play…word games?!?

 

Last week’s conclusion:

Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side, and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”

And now for today’s treat:

“Well, now, T’Pol – keep your shirt on -“

Her look was just about priceless. “I certainly will,” she said, after a few breaths.

“Really? So it’s only my clothes you want to get rid of, is it?” I grinned at her.

“I -” She broke off, looked to the side, then back at me. She was turning a lovely shade of light burnished green, a little like old copper. I decided to take pity on her, and put a hand lightly on her shoulder. She tensed up, but she still had a low-grade vibration – did that mean that she was still aroused, too, and trying to resist? Just to be sure, I lifted my hand – and damned if she didn’t stretch just a little taller, like she was reaching to maintain that contact…and, even if it made me the biggest fool on Rigel Ten, I put my hand back, and T’Pol made a soft sound, like a sleepy puppy – first she reminds you of Lizzie, and then a dog?! What the hell is going on in your brain, Tucker?

T’Pol looked up at me, not quite getting to my eyes. Even those beautiful pointed ears were blushing, and I could feel her trying to figure this out. Poor woman’s got no chance; not if logic’s all she’s got to do it with…because whatever this is, it sure as hell isn’t logical!

I couldn’t keep teasing her. Wasn’t even fair, when I was the one who started it. I smiled and gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze, trying to ignore the way she seemed almost to surge up into my touch like a cat would – now a cat?! I must be as confused as she looked.

“Relax, T’Pol- it’s just an expression, and it wasn’t fair to let you think I meant anything else by it – even if it does kinda fit the situation to a T. It means is that there’s no reason to rush into a decision. This – ” now I was the one who didn’t quite know what to say, especially when she finally met my eyes, her pupils reflecting me back to myself, wrapped up in things she felt, and I couldn’t decipher – not yet, anyway. But I sure as hell wanted to learn how to.

I gestured vaguely into the space between us with my free hand. “Well, whatever this is -this isn’t the best time or place to explore it – but once we get back to the ship, and the doc says you’re all right – “

Beneath my hand, her shoulder was vibrating a little faster, a little deeper. She didn’t say anything, but that quiver spoke plenty, and her eyes were large and glowing as her lips parted slightly, her breath emerging in a soft sigh.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered. Gorgeous, passionate, and driving me crazy without even seeming to be aware of it. Who knew a Vulcan – a Vulcan! - could be like this?

“Are you suggesting that we engage in sexual activity?” Gorgeous, passionate – and she sounded like a prudish clinician with a seductress’ voice.

Somehow, that just made her even sexier..

 

What’s Trip’s answer to that? And will T’Pol accept it, and continue to restrain herself?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet! But, because I like you, I’m giving you a pre-Halloween treat: a story I wrote for the SoCS meme, The Shape of My Heart”.

Spoiler alert: it happens several episodes after the pilot, so be warned!

Until next week, live long and prosper, y’all!

Here’s a special treat…the scene that is my model for the TnT interactions in these stories…I gotta give this round to  the logical lady in  (and out of) the hot blue silk…

 

SoCS : “Shape of My Heart”

 

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 to write a post that uses the word or theme: shape.

I thought immediately of this song, so I looked up the video, and then the story was born..

Shape of My Heart…

Disclaimer: 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!

Trip Tucker heard the music before the hatch had slipped open enough to poke his head through – sweet, swelling notes, bouncing of the tubelike walls of Travis’s Sweet Spot. He thought of closing the hatch, but whoever was up there had to have seen it moving, and he figured it would be pretty rude to leave without announcing himself…

T’Pol was sitting, cross-legged and straight-backed, upside-down on the ceiling, watching him.

He wasn’t sure who he’d expected – but he knew it wasn’t her. He wasn’t sure where he stood with her, really – he was the only one on the ship who knew how close they’d come to losing her a few days ago – but he only knew because he’d poked his nose into her personal affairs…affairs, arranged marriage…

As if trying to figure out how to deal with the gorgeous Vulcan wasn’t hard enough without all that.

She was still watching him. Waiting. Why the hell did she always remind him of a hunting cat when she did that? “Want company?” he asked, not sure if she could hear him over the music.

As though reading his mind – good Lord, she couldn’t, could she? – T’Pol touched the datapad she held and the music cut off mid-note in a way that made him cringe a little. He never liked to turn off a song or a movie in the middle. “Please join me, if you wish.”

The ball’s in my court, then…Trip’s heart gave a ridiculous little throb as it sped up at the thought of sharing this small space with her- and he pushed off into the null-grav tube and aimed himself at the space next to her. Once he was settled, he looked at the pad she held. “You didn’t have to turn it off. What’re you listening to? It sounds familiar.”

“It is a selection from your gift,” she answered. “According to your notes, the performer is named simply Sting, and the song, although titled “Shape of My Heart”, seems to have nothing to do with anatomy, but rather with art, games, meditation, and mathematics.” She got that adorable little wrinkle in her forehead that said she was trying to work her way around to the real point.

“I think I remember that one – but I haven’t heard it in a long time. Mind starting over, so I can catch up?” Trip smiled at her, and a whiff of her citrus-and-sandalwood perfume hit him full force, reminding him of that damned Suliban cell and the way she’d been – would he ever get the chance to see where that could lead?

T’Pol said nothing, only touched the screen, which came back to life. Now that he heard the first few notes, he knew the song, and the video – he’d really liked this one in his early twenties- so he watched T’Pol watch the screen. She remained perfectly still and straight, but she got that look in her eyes again, and her face opened up, quick flashes of tiny muscle movements saying that she was feeling something intense, something she’d said she only felt with human music.

The song unfurled to a sweet ending – and then Sting snorted and laughed, the drummer lobbed off some random notes, and everyone guffawed.

“Why did they laugh? Is the song intended to be humorous?”

“I don’t know why – but it’s not a funny song. Maybe they just needed to vent a little after they played. Maybe they were laughing at a joke someone told that morning. “

“Human emotional responses are often erratic and ambiguous. I don’t understand them.”

“Wanna know a secret? Most of the time, neither do we. But maybe it would be better to explore what you feel when you listen.”

“He speaks of geometry, meditation, and probable outcomes. These are quantifiable terms, and suggest a logical mind and a level of self-awareness. And yet he speaks of luck and chance and the shape of his heart, as though those things are also logical and quantifiable. I feel that I’m intended to understand the message to be conveyed, but I don’t.” She regarded him with those almond shaped hazel eyes, and Trip knew she was looking for answers she could define – and that she expected him to provide them.

“Humans don’t necessarily make music to pass along a message, T’Pol – or at least, not like that. He might have been sharing a daydream, or telling a story, or just trying to evoke a mood. A lot of Sting’s music is like poetry – mood, imagery, deep thought, symbolism. I think he meant for everyone to take from it whatever they did – he was offering something from inside of him.”

“The ‘shape of his heart?’ ” T’Pol said, in that husky way she had when she was unsure of herself.

“I guess so.”

“Then – the ‘shape of my heart’ is what is contained within me -beneath logic and language?” Her scent was getting stronger, and her pupils were huge and dark, and Trip swallowed as she lifted paired fingers that quivered the tiniest bit- damn…

He could only watch as her fingers came for his; he knew what was coming, and he wanted it, was terrified of it…

And still, he lifted his fingers to meet hers, and, as her other hand began the song again, he felt the touch, and they melted together into a sharing that was reshaping his human heart to better suit hers…

Want more of these two?

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! =)

Join in or read more SoCS posts here!

WIPpet Wednesday: Intense Reaction

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys (and who has placed the word “sardonic” in this snippet, because she reached her first 10K word goal! Way to go, Kathi, and it fit perfectly!).

I’m sharing a 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.

This is the sixteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

So, two weeks ago, I posted about this story disappearing without a trace from Scrivener and Dropbox, and my intention to rebuild it from the existing blogposts.

The process is moving along – and the story is growing! This little 2K mini-gem is now nearly 8K long, and I haven’t gotten to the end (again) yet…

It’s almost long enough to qualify for novelette territory… by my guess, it’ll be at least 10K when all is said and done…and it’s a far better story than what I originally wrote, too. I’m kinda glad it went poof, actually…

And here’s the funny thing. All this amazing dancing between our two brave and tempting explorers happens in a tiny little bit of the original episode, between scenes. I always knew something had to have gone on between these two in that cell, but I’ll admit that I’m more than a little surprised at all they’ve gotten up to. This might possibly be the best use of an unexplained incarceration, ever…

Locked in a tiny room? No communicators?

No problem – they’ve got each other, after all…

Disclaimer: 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 October 15, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 10+15 (month+day)=25
  • Add 3 as a pre-Halloween treat (it’s my favorite number).
  • 28 sentences total, this week,

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.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Aftershock. Trip and T’Pol are one incendiary pair – but will they ignite again, or find some way to dampen the fires?

Maybe not this kind of intense reaction – but who can resist Vulcan zombies?!

Her cirtrus-smoke scent blanketed me, and she made a tiny sound as she quivered – if I’d forgotten how fast things could spiral out of control between us, I was about to get a reminder. My hips jolted up again, and T’Pol’s corkscrewed down to meet them, We both groaned, together. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking, her body tight with strain -was she fighting herself again? I couldn’t take much more of this, either -

Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie,” I whispered to myself, to get my mind off the heat and friction and beautiful Vulcan, and rolled to the side. T’Pol wasn’t as light as she looked, but she didn’t resist me. She swung her top leg off, which put a little space between us. I thanked my sister, silently – no, I wasn’t going to think about why T’Pol reminded me of little-girl Lizzie, but only when we were all over each other – what the hell was wrong with me, anyway? No, not now – not till we were out of this. Right now, T’Pol was the important thing –

“Those bastards hit you hard enough to cause a concussion, T’Pol – and I think you’ve got a doozy.”

“I’m not concussed, Trip.” Her voice was still softly husky. She tensed the muscles in the leg that was still under mine, and I rolled back to let her pull it free. She made a smooth, dancelike move, and ended sitting, straight backed and cross-legged, facing me.

I sat up, although not nearly as gracefully as she had. “How can you be so sure? I mean, if you don’t know what – well, all this – is about -“

“Vulcan physiology differs from yours; it would take a considerably more powerful blow to cause a brain injury, even a minor one.” She sounded pretty damned sure of herself, even though her hair was mussed, her jacket dragged down over one shoulder, and she was still quivering enough that I could see it – damn damn damn!

“Then this is something else.” There! That would show her that I could be logical, too, if I wanted to – even if I was surprised as hell that I was able to think at all, under the circumstances.

“Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side,and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”

Maybe not quite this intense…

Now just what does she mean by that?! And how will Trip respond? Is T’Pol as uninjured as she says she is? Can we stop fanning ourselves now? Where is that Klingon, or the rest of the landing party, or even the Suliban who put TnT here?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

 

Ahhh. THIS one!

Bonus Intense reactions!

OctPoWriMo Day 12: Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

 

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twelve!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about desire. I’ve kinda doubled down on this one: The poem is about a passion that couldn’t be predicted, and, as anyone who’s read here before may have noticed, its subjects are a particular passion of mine (if you’re new, try clicking here; I think you’ll see what I mean!).

There’s a word list, but I only used a word or three:

  • desire

  • wanting

  • fascination

And, just because I can, after the poem, you get a video clip of the scene that inspired it!

Disclaimer: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!

Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desire of the one.

So I was told when I was a child

Taken to Koon-ut-kal-if-fee

To be Promised to a boy

I pleaded and hid but the will

of the many prevailed.

I was sealed to Koss

And Koss was sealed to me.

Logic above emotion.”

But he is here, so near;

Too much of his body revealed

Smooth strong muscle bared skin

His words sharp edged slicings

Lirpas cutting through to my core

Blades sharper than the sands

Under my seven year old knees

When I was sealed to Koss,

And Koss was sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”

But he slices through reason

His weapons his bold passion

His blue sky eyes his sharp voice

Nothing of logic, all pure emotion

Conviction clear in every word

Demanding I set a wrong right.

And in the midst of this cascade

Of human behavior unleashed

He offers me – kindness and

The pleasures of touch

But I am sealed to Koss

And Koss is sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desires of the two.

But I’m still sealed to Koss

And Koss still sealed to me.

Trembling fingers; quickened breath.

Sharp-bladed words, exploring touch

Musk-male human scent inviting

More touch, deeper breaths

Daughter of Vulcan; son of Earth

Now I yearn for a man called Trip

And Trip illogically yearns for me.

“Logic above emotion.”

The needs of the many outweigh

The hungry fascinations of the two.

Barren mantras crumble beneath

The potent wonder of each caress

Passion far stronger than logic.

Quivering flamelets in every breath

No words can undo this desire

What use is reason to my soul

Or a tradition devoid of feeling?

My beliefs shudder, duty a bond -

Why must I be sealed to Koss

When Trip is here, wanting me?

This poem comes from my Story a Day May Twitter Fiction; the original 140 character story, meant to read like a Vulcan koan, is here.

And now, as promised…skin, touching, arguing, tension…these two are delicious with blue lights and decon gel….just sayin’!

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WIPpet Wednesday: Aftershock

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Here’s another 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.

For those keeping track:

This is the fifteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

Disclaimer: 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 October 8, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted math: 8+10=18; 10-8=2 ; 18+2=20; for 20 sentences.
  • I’m also giving you a contextual treat – the last paragraph of last week’s WIPpet.

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.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Kroykah? . T‘Pol seems to be regaining her control, but can Trip keep his?

Undisclosed Desires

From last week:

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

And now, our main attraction!

She stiffened, like she was maybe going to pretend none of this had even happened. I sighed – and she echoed me, all her tension seeming to go with her exhalation. She almost melted into me, the same way Lizzie used to, when she got sleepy – damn it all to hell, why did she keep reminding me of my baby sister as a kid?! I was wearing her lush body all over me – no way in hell Subcommander T’Pol was a child.

No, she was all woman – a passionate woman with glinting eyes that sparked new stirrings in me, too. I ought to let her go, and now. No matter how perfect her Vulcan High-and-Mighty Command said their control was, hers seemed – well, iffy at best, at least where I was concerned. And my own – well, I’d never been known for my self-restraint.

But I couldn’t let go of her when she felt so damned good here in my arms; when she was looking at me like I was the only thing in the universe…

“I don’t know ‘whatever the hell that was’, Trip.” Like a lost little girl – her eyes pleaded with me to believe her. She didn’t move -at least, not until my hips jerked against hers in an aftershock, giving a clear signal of what my body still wanted. Damn physiology – T’Pol’s eyes flashed, and she actually bit her lower lip. She was starting to quiver again, too –

Better do something fast, Tucker, or you’re gonna lose the chance. She needs you to keep your head – aw, hell. I kept forgetting that the damned Suliban crashed a gunbutt into hers. No wonder she looked lost and vulnerable and half ready to undress me on the spot. She wasn’t herself – and we were in deep trouble if I couldn’t help her keep it together until the doctor could put her in that imaging tube of his and check her out -

If we ever made it back to the ship, that is…

What’s next? Will Trip’s body betray him? Will T’Pol surrender to her impulses? How badly was she injured? Will they ever make it back to the ship?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)