SoCS : “Intoxication and Intimacy”

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 in.

It’s November, and, for me, that means NaNoWriMo. For this month, I’ll be using the prompts to inspire passages of my novel-in-progress, The Earth Doth Move.

This week’s post is a little different. When I read the prompt, I realized that I’d just written a stream-of-consciousness passage that fit perfectly. A little warning – there are mild drug references in this passage, so, if you find those offensive, this might not be the post for you. I went where the story carried me.

I’ve got another 615 words, the beginning of a bonfire scene. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Spock, his family, 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!

Spock sat, watching the flow of humans bathed in the light of the fire, listening to the surging and falling of the waves, an unseen but deeply felt powerful force that tugged at him.

It was late, and the humans seemed to be clustering, now, in small groups – couples, and sometimes more. He longed for Mara, but she was on duty tonight, and couldn’t find anyone to switch.

“Hey, I heard you were here all by your lonesome. If you smile for me, I’ll share some of this, and maybe we can go for a walk along the beach.”

Spock had indulged in a pitcher of sangria, and his body was consumed in the flickering of the fire and the song of the waves, the light murmuring chatter of the others, some passing a variety of devices between them, to the potent smell of cannabis. He smiled, enjoying the way the firelight caught in her eyes and sent ever-varying shadows over her face…almost, he could feel T’Lys coming alive within him. “What is ‘this’ precisely?”

“Well, I heard a rumor you know about cannabis, and have enjoyed it more than once or twice. Is that true?”

“It is true, Darna. I find it -most agreeable.’

“Well, then, I think you’re going to love mine. I’ll let you in on a little secret, but you have to keep it to yourself, OK?”

“‘Tis in my memory locked, and you yourself shall keep the key of it.'”

“I didn’t know you knew Shakespeare. You are definitely the most – fascinating- Vulcan I’ve ever met.”

“You mentioned a secret, Darna.”

She flopped down next to him and reclined on his blanket,her head propped up on one elbow. “I grow it myself, back home. I’ve been doing it since I was fifteen or so, I guess. What I harvest- it’s parsecs better than anything else you’ll find in this town. But I don’t want people to know that. It’s my secret.”

“I will not tell.” She had a bag of a size that made it unlikely that it only held cannabis. “Have you something else to share with me this night, Darna?”

“Not here by the fire. This part’s not a secret; but I’ve only got enough for two, so maybe we could take a couple of torches and the blanket with us, and find a little spot a bit further up the beach. It’s the hour when that’s expected.”

“I had noticed that the number of people gathered around the fire is significantly reduced.” He rose, and dared to offer her his hand. She took it, and Spock focused on his breathing until he adjusted to the touch. Then he rolled the blanket, and they each took a burning stick from the fire – someone had seen that there were several of medium thickness, and, along the beach, little bits of firelight bobbed.

They didn’t speak as they walked, but, often, she pulled him in close, running her hands down his back to his hips, and he kissed her, with increasing fervor. It was clear in her mind- she desired him, and there would be no games, tonight, unless they were his. Her hunger was a pure hot flame within her, and Spock responded to that – with his own fiery passion, born upon the sands of Vulcan, and with that of T’Lys that was stretching and rousing within him.

They found a secluded space in the lea of a dune, where waving grasses provided an extra measure of intimacy and camouflage. “The tide’s coming in,” she said. “So we don’t want to get any closer to the shoreline – in case we’re too distracted to notice.”

 

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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A Snowy Feather in My Nest: November 19, 2014

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Is it just me, or does November seem to be rushing by and taking its own sweet time, all at once?

I keep getting confused about what the date is. We’ve had some out-of-rhythm days here, and those tend to throw me a little. Add in NaNo, and well – I’ll know when the month is over, I’m sure. Right now, I’m a little perplexed and bewildered…but that’s an OK state to be in, when I’m half-lost in a story reality.

I also have some exciting news to share! One of my goals for this round was to revise my short story, “A Splash of Red”, and submit it to the brand new literary anthology, World Unknown Review. I managed to get it in just before the deadline – and I found out late Sunday that it was accepted!

This is my first short story to be published, and it’s -get this! – a paying market! My story will help to launch this new project, and go out into the wider world, testing out its new wings!

Or something like that. It’s 6am, and I haven’t been to bed yet…so I’m a bit muddled.

On that note, on to the ROWing!

November Focuses:

  • Complete rough draft of The Earth Doth Move (NaNo 2014).

  • All fitness and nutrition goals.

  • Maintain blogging goals.

Target Attained:

2014 Hometending:

Maintain email Inbox at a manageable level (below 333 for November, due to NaNo).

  • 126/333.
  • Still well under my comfort level, but little behind in emptying, this week, due to my workout and a NaNoWriMo Write-In.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

  • Reviewed and adapted November blogging plans.

2014 Lifetending:

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

2014 Fitness:

At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.

  • Spent time cleaning up yard, trimming weeds, and building/tending the fire.

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

2014 Nutrition:

  • Drink one glass/bottle of water each day.

Maintain existing nutrition goals ( soup).

  • Chicken and wild rice.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

Play Jar slips from the past…

On Target:

2014 Blogging:

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

  • Comment answering and visiting have been more or less wretched, with the recent off-kilter schedule. I will be doing better over the next few days!

  • Sharing might have been diverse, but I really wasn’t paying much attention…

2014 Writing:

Complete first draft of The Earth Doth Move, as my November NaNo project.

  • Current Chapter: 6/20

  • Current Scene: 21/60

  • Word Count: 74,039/~125,000

  • New Words: 12,427

  • New Pages: 22

  • I’m running behind where I hoped to be; I’ve had a bit of a lull, but I feel the momentum starting to build again, now…

2014 Hometending:

Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

  • An item or two; not a real focus for this session.

2014 Lifetending:

Read 2 of the 8 TBR books on the bookcase by my bed.

  • The Road Less Traveled: page 318/318. Completed!

  • The Unschooling Handbook: page 38/224. I read this book when my now-teen was a toddler; it seems like a good time to reread. It’s a relatively simple, quick format.

  • 1/2 Books complete.

Continue my FutureLearn class, Exploring Play, until finished.

  • Still at 37% complete. Week 3/7. Class has ended; I’ll keep going!

2014 Fitness:

Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

  • Trip to Chuck E. Cheese for a birthday party.
  • 1/ 2 excursions complete.

Weekly workout at the Y;4 weight-bearing exercises/machines for arms/legs/core weekly.

  • Not quite. Only two core exercises; NaNo-abbreviated workout.

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

  • 19.27 minute mile. A little ways to go…
  • Still standing at this marker; no treadmill this week.

Build to one half mile walking/jogging on the track each week.

  • Skipped the track this week.

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

  • Pedaled a mile; NaNo-abbreviated workout.

Add time on elliptical, arc trainer, and/or rowing machines: goal is 10 minutes on each, at least twice monthly.

  • Skipped these this week.

2014 Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (yogurt; nuts; grains).

  • 1/2 Greek yogurt.

  • 1/ 2 nuts (sea salted cashews).

  • 2/3 grain (whole grain bread).

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads).

  • 2/5; both salads.

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

  • 1/3; extra veggies on a sub.

Not Yet:

2014 Blogging:

  • Build blogging queues.

2014 Hometending:

  • Complete the family room reset.

  • Continue the massive kitchen reset.

  • Take time at least once a week to simply be in my study.

2014 Lifetending:

2014 Fitness:

  • Work up to 2 miles, at any speed for the second mile.
  • Use Wii Fit at least 3 days weekly, for a minimum of ten minutes.
  • Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

2014 Nutrition:

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

The next phase of a NaNo WIP past, Bounded by a Nutshell. Revision pending.

WIPpet Wednesday: About a Thousand Years Ago…

 

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’ve got kind of big news to share today! My fantasy short story, “A Splash of Red” was accepted by L.S. Engler for her brand-new literary anthology, World Unknown Review!

I’m excited. I’ve never had a short story accepted before, and I spent a lot of time with this one. It took about three years to go from a half-autobiographical dream to the version I submitted. There were times in the revision process where I was certain it was a tangled and half-baked story that would never make sense, and that no one would want to read it.

If I hadn’t spent those years sharing my writing in forums like this one, I don’t think I would have had the courage to submit this story, which is truly a little piece of my soul, and my life, to a paying market. It would still be just “something I’m playing with”.

But now, it will be more. My little baby story is out in the world, getting ready to fly…

It’s scary-wonderful. I’m deeply honored and grateful for the opportunity.

And now, on to the WIPpeting! =D

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.

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 November 19, 2014.
  • My simple non-math: 11 mostly short paragraphs, for the month.

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, Little Miss Not So Logical? Trip’s in the middle of his own rather intense reaction…will T’Pol be able to help him, or will she give in to her own powerful impulses?

“Are you well, Commander Tucker?”

I realized I’d been staring at her chest, and jerked my focus back to her face – damn, was it just my imagination, or did she actually look amused?

“I’m, uh, just fine'”.

“Your complexion has changed color, your respiration and heart rate have undergone marked acceleration, and your pupils are dilated – ” She might be back to being a clinician, but this was damned sure not my idea of ‘playing doctor’!

I seem to remember you being more than a little green and breathless yourself, a few minutes ago, Subcommander.

I have explained that my -intense reaction – was due to an instinctive and involuntary response -”

“Yeah? Well, I’m, uh- having a pretty’ intense reaction’ to you, just now. I’ll, uh, get hold of myself in a few seconds.” How the hell I was going to do that, I had no idea, but I didn’t need to tell her that.

“Is there some way I can – assist you?” Her voice went all soft and husky, and the places my mind leapt to – her pinning me down again, or stripping out of her clothes, or – were definitely not helping…well, they were helping something, but I hadn’t exactly had any problems in that department, at least not since she walked into the Cap’n’s Ready Room and put my body and imagination on high alert, even when she was ignoring me or driving me nuts…

“Aww, hell…” I wanted to grab her, crush her against me, breathe in that exotic scent, feel her come passionately alive, throw caution out the nearest airlock and touch my fingertips to hers, so we could get lost together in whatever that plasma current was… “Stop it, Tucker. Stop it right now, while you still can.” I growled it through gritted teeth, and straightened my spine to attention. T’Pol’ eyes scanned slowly down my body, pausing just south of center, and she sighed and quivered. Nothing in hell I could do to hide the fact that I was at attention with all I had…

“Damn damn damn,” I whispered, watching my hand reach toward her as though it belonged to someone else, wondering what it was going to do, sure it was going to get us both in more trouble…but all I did was straighten her jacket so that it hung evenly again…well, that and curl my hand over that trembling shoulder, almost close enough to touch her delicately pointed ear…

“Commander Tucker.” She said it softly, her eyes wide, and her full lips almost seeming to caress my title and name – but it was enough. I scrubbed a hand over my face and through my hair – damn, please don’t let her decide she needs to fix it again! Before she could, I whirled around and paced the three steps to the corner she’d gone to after that first kiss, about a thousand years ago, now…

Will Trip stay in the corner? Will T’Pol let him? Will they ever figure out how to be in the same place and not have’ intense reactions’ to each other?

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

Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!

SoCS : “Elemental Compound”

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 “Element.” It was suggested that we use the four elements – earth, air, water, and fire – or ‘element’ in any way we wished.

It’s November, and, for me, that means NaNoWriMo. For this month, I’ll be using the prompts to inspire passages of my novel-in-progress, The Earth Doth Move.

NaNo is, for me, an extended freewriting within an open-ended framework, so it fits well with SoCs, and often adds valuable depth and imagery to my work-in-progress. This week, I’ve got another 705 words, the beginning of a rather – explosive scene. I also made an error I’m itching to correct rather than share – but this is SoCS, and NaNo, and so it stays…for now. If you enjoy that type of thing, you can try to spot it, and mention it in the comments. I won’t be offended…after all, I’m completely human, and prone to errors! =D

Disclaimer: Spock, his family, 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!

 

Sarek studied the compound substance held within the pitcher. A simple compound, made of two atoms of hydrogen bonded to one of oxygen. Simple, and yet the source of life.

Water.

On this world, a treasure; there was scarcely enough to sustain the life of Vulcan. That was the reason for the pon farr; a natural means of population control. Conservation of water was deeply ingrained throughout culture and history, an evolutionary survival instinct. Water was, quite literally, life, and must be treated ever with reverence and respect. Perhaps that was why it was a vital part of the most important rituals and practices, to give them the significance they merited. Water was a part of the acknowledgement of birth, a successful Kahs-wan, the beginning of education, the Promising, the attainment of the completion of the child’s education, marriage, and death. Water, in small amounts.

And water for the smaller rituals.

Sarek studied the water, the manner in which it refracted the light from Eridani 40, and considered the compound, and the elements that comprised it – two hydrogen atoms, and one oxygen.

The water was an offering intended for a being who now resided on another world. A world that was perplexing and chaotic, with languages that often spoke to meanings that could not be easily quantified.

“Air, earth, wind, and fire.” He had not intended to speak aloud. But the words lingered, and the human concept that they were the four elements. Illogical, in all cases. “The air is the air.” That was a Vulcan koan, seemingly circular, but holding great depth. Perhaps it was a human koan, then, this naming of such things as elements. Air and earth were complex compounds. Wind was a process of weather. Fire was a chemical reaction.

And yet, humans called them all elements, as though it were true, beyond doubting.

Perhaps it was, for them. Perhaps there was something in that that spoke to a human nature, human attitudes he could not understand, even with decades of working with humans, of intermittently visiting there, of having a human wife.

And a half-human son.

Spock.

Sarek contemplated the water offering he had made, and his son –

No, not his son.

By his own words, Spock was no longer his son. He had disavowed him, said that he was not his son any longer. He had named the boy V’Tosh Katur, a Vulcan Without Logic. But it was he who had behaved illogically, he who had refused to listen to the boy, to truly hear what it was that Spock desired, and why. He had chosen not to hear, and had not questioned why he had done so. He had, most illogically, chosen instead to believe that he was behaving in the only logical manner open to him.

But the truth was that he did not want his son to travel to Earth; feared what might happen if Spock chose to go there.

Earth was a world that called compounds, weather processes, and chemical reactions elements, and did not either question or see any conflict in naming them so, despite the inexactness and illogic of this practice. Earth was a world of kinetic passions and assumptions, a place where a Vulcan must, by the simple fact of being Vulcan, feel unbalaned and uncentered.

But Spock was half human, and not wholly Vulcan. Perhaps he could understand how humans could know that water was a compound, and name it an element, with conviction.

Perhaps he would find that he had more in common with that world than with this one. Perhaps he would find welcoming for what was human and uncontrolled within him, all those places that he had worked so hard to help Spock temper and tame.

Perhaps, he would never return, never come back to this home, to a father who had committed an illogical and regretted act, and might not ever accept the water offering Sarek made, each day, at the prescribed times. Perhaps, he would never learn the depth of the regret, the gnawing shame, Sarek felt for what he had done.

Sarek of Vulcan studied the simple compound, and contemplated the world that named it an element, and threatened to swallow his son.

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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This one’s just for fun! =D

The Fifth Watcher Cover Reveal!

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Yesterday, Melissa Barker-Simpson stopped by to share a fascinating peek into her career as a British Sign Language (BSL) interpreter, and how that and other aspects of her everyday life inspire her writing.  Today, she’s back with a special treat – the cover of her new novel, The Fifth Watcher, which will be released on November 21.

So, without further ado – take it away, Mel (I know, I know! That’s incredibly cliche, but I’ve kinda always wanted to say it, so there it is – and now I’ve created further ado, and Mel’s still waiting, so…)

Synopsis/Blurb

At the moment of Audrey Montgomery’s birth a new world came into existence. It is a barren place, a catalyst for the darkness spreading through the multidimensional system. The shift in power makes Audrey an invaluable pawn in a war between those who want to protect her and those who will go to extraordinary lengths to eliminate her.

As a result, she has spent her life on the run, unaware of her true origins. When her father dies and leaves her with a shocking legacy, her life is irrevocably changed. If she has any hope of surviving, Audrey must embrace her new reality and trust a man who is as dark and uncertain as the future itself.

Lieutenant Keith Delany, an Interdimensional Officer of the Law (IDOL), is tasked with bringing her in. It is an assignment his entire team are invested in, having spent years searching for her. As a senior member of the squad, Keith is charged with protecting her, with showing her the truth about her past, and with preparing her for an unknown future. As an IDOL he is responsible for every life, for every traveller who navigates the system. But his connection to Audrey is unprecedented, and he soon discovers she alone holds the power to prevent the continuum’s collapse.

Fifth Watcher - High Resolution - Without UFO

 

Excerpt

I shook my head to clear the hum in my ears. The sounds were duller now, my vision blurry. I was looking through some kind of membrane and it was closing in on me. It pulled me further and further inside until I wanted to scream for it to end.

My father hadn’t prepared me for this. If I could see the enemy I could fight, but I had no way of defending myself against this.

Heat travelled along my skin, but it didn’t burn. There was no pain. I held onto that as everything faded and I was engulfed by a shocking blast of light. It was everywhere. Even when I closed my eyes it pierced right through me.

I couldn’t deny the strange pull; a demand in my blood that told me to let go. I had little choice but to obey.

In the next moment a wave of nausea caught me unaware and I clenched my teeth to control it. The light receded, little by little, and my skin felt clammy now, rather than hot.

The silence was deafening and though I was afraid, I opened my eyes, holding my breath until the spinning stopped. The world settled around me slowly, sharpening as I exhaled the air caught in my lungs.

I was no longer at home. I was out in the open, somewhere strangely familiar.

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Where is Audrey? What’s happening to her? Can she get home, and  will she want to? If you’re as curious as I am, you’ve probably got a whole list of questions! This beautiful cover offers a few hints, but now I’m eager for the 21st to get here, so that I can find out for myself!

A Nest Past 50K: November 13, 2014


Come ROW with us!

So, have you heard them yet? Those Christmas carols, and Black Friday ads? Do they excite you, infuriate you, bore you, or something else?

I first heard them last night, at a local coffeehouse, where I was attending a NaNoWriMo Write-In. I’m not ready; I like my holidays one at a time, and I’d just as soon skip most of the fuss, and enjoy life in general, everyday…does that make sense?

So the carols in mid-November were not especially my thing, so I was glad that our little group, which we’ve tentatively dubbed simply, “The Writers”, as in “Here Come The Writers!”, was in the library room, away from the music. Since there was also a book group in the room (and they were rather loud), I was also happy for my nice ear buds and Amazon Prime‘s generous free music streaming. I generally don’t listen to music while I’m writing, because I’m also a singer, and I find myself getting a little wrapped up in the music…

Thankfully, last night, I had a mission.

I went to the write in with only a few thousand words between me and a 50,000 word NaNo win. And so it seemed only right to reach the goal there, with some other great folk who could help me celebrate the accomplishment. Okay, and there may or may not have been a large plastic gem involved, and I may or may not have a certain someone living here who loves jewels…plastic or otherwise…

And I did it!

I had my own cheering section, even. It’s a little hard to believe I used to avoid write-ins, because they allow me very focused writing time (away from family and house matters, for a few hours), and the camaraderie with other writers in the between times.

It’s a lot of fun!

Of course, my goal for the month is to finish the novel draft, and there’s still a long way to go. So, let’s take just another minute to enjoy the accomplishment, and then it’s on with the update…and the writing!

Colorful Celebration!

November Focuses:

  • Complete rough draft of The Earth Doth Move (NaNo 2014).

  • All fitness and nutrition goals.

  • Maintain blogging goals.

Target Attained:

2014 Hometending:

Maintain email Inbox at a manageable level (below 333 for November, due to NaNo).

  • 54/333. Well within acceptable parameters.

2014 Nutrition:

  • Drink one glass/bottle of water each day.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

The To Be Read pile….well, row. Or maybe ROW.

On Target:

2014 Blogging:

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

  • Comment answering has been a bit slow and spotty, but the others are good.

2014 Writing:

Complete first draft of The Earth Doth Move, as my November NaNo project.

  • Current Chapter: 4/20

  • Current Scene: 14/60

  • Word Count: 50,523/~125,000

  • New Words: 14,592!

  • New Pages: 27!

2014 Hometending:

Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

  • More on the great magnet project of 2014!

2014 Lifetending:

Read 2 of the 8 TBR books on the bookcase by my bed.

Catch up on my FutureLearn class; Exploring Play.

  • 33% complete. Week 3/7.

2014 Fitness:

Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

  • Ideas currently being discussed: nature walk; indoor play space; swimming.

2014 Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads; nuts; whole grains).

  • 2/5 salads; 1/ 2 nuts (pistachios); 1/3 grain (whole grain bread).

A veritable harvest of words!

Not Yet:

2014 Blogging:

  • Build blogging queues.

2014 Hometending:

  • Complete the family room reset.

  • Continue the massive kitchen reset.

  • Take time at least once a week to simply be in my study.

  • Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

2014 Lifetending:

2014 Fitness:

  • Weekly workout at the Y;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 to 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, at least twice monthly.
  • At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.
  • Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week.
  • Use Wii Fit at least 3 days weekly, for a minimum of ten minutes.
  • Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

2014 Nutrition:

  • Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies; yogurt; soup).

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

  • Read Intuitive Eating.

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

A little of this is expected – and I expect to pile up words along with snowflakes!

WIPpet Wednesday: Little Miss Not So Logical?

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.

My NaNo count is over 50K, and Act One of The Earth Doth Move is starting to get close to becoming Act Two. Spock has made a decision that will change the course of his life-and those changes begin with sudden impact…you can read snippets of that story here and here….

Here, though, I’m sticking with Trip and T’Pol, because I can’t just leave them hanging, all revved up and locked in a cell for a month with no one popping in on them…can you imagine the delicious trouble they could get up to?

Can you imagine missing it?!

No need to panic…I’ve got you covered! And, for our intrepid Puppet WIPpet Mistress, who added another 10K to her WIP, I’ve got a handful, or two. Or Trip does. Or maybe it’s T’Pol. Or just a fantasy. Maybe I need to go to bed instead of writing all night…nah!

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 November 12, 2014.
  • My convoluted math: 1+1+1+2+2+1= 8 (yes, I pulled all the 1s and 2s, and skipped the rest, which I think makes it extra WIPpetty math!)
  • You get eight shortish paragraphs, this week.
  • I’m adding in the last two sentences from last, to help put the scene in 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 my WIPpet from two weeks back, Instruction in the Proper Techniques. This week, T’Pol gets in Trip’s hair….but can he get her out?

Last week’s conclusion:

“Your hair – is also disarranged.” Shaky fingers crept up, then hovered about at the level of my shoulder, and there was a question in the set of her face – how the hell did she manage that, and not look like she’d shifted a muscle?

And now for today’s installment:

“Go ahead,” I nodded and leaned in a little closer, so she could reach me. She moved slowly, tentative at first, her fingers stroking and quivering. I watched her face; her eyes were half closed, and her lips were parted; other than her fingers, she was very, very still. I was sure I’d never get enough of how beautiful and absorbed she was – was she really going to walk out of my life in just a few days? Would I ever see her again? Would she want to see me?

After a minute or so, her feathery touches on my scalp were stirring things back to life in other places, and I squirmed, wondering if she was ever going to stop.

“Hey, T’Pol?” No answer; she didn’t even twitch. I was starting to get the idea that Vulcans were as serious and single-minded about sex as they were about everything else. “”T’Pol?”

Was it really only a little while ago I was calling her Little Miss Logical in my mind? Where was Little Miss Logical now? Her fingers were bolder, and she was using both hands, tracing out my ears, again and again, and now I shuddered, imagining what those dancing digits could do on other sensitive parts of my anatomy. Damn, this woman was irresistable- and maybe unstoppable, too…

“Subcommander T’Pol.” Desperate, I straightened my spine to attention; she jerked in surprise, her eyes snapping open, but looking huge and dazed – just like they had that night at Fusion. She almost snatched her hands away, putting them into her lap, where they clasped and twisted restlessly.

“I was – merely – returning your hair to a state of order.”.She was looking at me like she desperately wanted me to believe it, so that she could try to.

“If you say so, Subcommander.” I shrugged. “Course, I really don’t have that much hair on the outside of my ears.” I grinned, and, while she stared at me, I got up, and stuck out a hand to her. Maybe I was playing with fire, but I was still a gentleman – and I wanted her to touch my fingers again, so I could feel that sizzling awareness of her.

T’Pol stared at my hand, and, for a second, I thought maybe she’d take it this time. Instead, she unfolded to stand up as gracefully as a ballet dancer, clasping her hands behind her again, That put a delicious little arch in her back, pressing her breasts up touchably close. Now my imagination, which was a damned fool, played out a scene where I slipped that jacket off her shoulders, figured out how the uniform worked, and did away with whatever she wore underneath, and revealed the double handful of delight under all those layers, so that I could find out what she felt like…I wondered if she’d like that, if she’d arch in even closer, if she’d beg me to undress her, touch her everywhere, make long slow love with her…

Will Trip lose control? Will T’Pol let him act out his fantasy? Would she like that? Are they going to need to fix up a lot more than their hair, if they want to keep this affair to themselves?

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

Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!