“Zip, Zap, Whoosh, ZOOM!”: The IDIC Romance for SoCS

ROWin’ down the Stream of Consciousness! Badge by Doobster @Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: the word “onomatopoeia”.  I used the word, its meaning, and several examples, in this story. Trip and T’Pol ran away with this one! =D


  • Trip T’Pol, and all the rest of Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount. I play with them strictly for my own amusement – and perhaps yours, too. =)

  • This is an extrapolated story, occurring after the events in S1E8: “Breaking the Ice”. No spoilers.

“Zip, Zap, Whoosh, ZOOM!”

“OK, Little Miss Number Cruncher, are you sure all your calculations are properly calibrated?” Before the young woman’s hazel eyes could even shift their focus from his hands – she spent a lot of time looking at his hands, lately, and he wasn’t sure whether that excited him, or bugged him – Trip added, “Cause, if they aren’t, when I hook up this relay, I’m liable to go sizzle pop splat, when what I’m looking for is for this entire circuit to go zip zap whoosh ZOOM!”

She tipped her head the tiniest bit, and now he had her attention. Loved having it, when she was like this, with that little frown that said she half-thought he was crazy, and half-liked being with him because of it. Times like this, he loved working with her – not that it wasn’t fun arguing with her, but that was exhausting, and she usually won. All that damned logic laid ambushes faster than he could spot them….

Trip started counting; he was testing a theory. He got to ‘three-Mississippi’ before she said, “‘Zip zap whoosh zoom?’ ‘Sizzle pop splat’? Is this a regional dialect, Commander?”

“Well, that depends on if you want to call comic books a regional dialect.” Sometimes, it was the most fun to answer her seriously, as though he didn’t get that she thought he was three parts uncivilized, at best. Didn’t hurt to remind the smartest girl in any class that he had a brain, too…”I guess you could say it’s more of a literary dialect. Any way you look at it, though, we humans love our onomatopoeia.”

“That is Latin.”

“Give the little lady a cigar.” Just to keep her guessing, he touched his nose and pointed at her – damn, his fingers were coated with valve lubricant, and it itched – “She’s got it!” If you can’t lambaste them with logic, flounder them with farce…

“It translates is ‘the formation of a word from a sound associated with what is named’. ”

“Hoshi would be proud, if she could hear you now.”

“That hardly seems relevant, Trip.” Score! She didn’t even know she’d said it, but, at the same time, he caught the first faint smell of her perfume, that one she wore that shifted with her moods. The one that kinda still made him want to drag her off somewhere, all alone, where there was, as they’d said back in that cell, a comfy bed and a door they could lock.

No, Tucker. You’re workin’ on being the lady’s friend. Just her friend, cause she needs that more than complications, right now.

But the way she was looking at him – the way she smelled…being her friend didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy them, right? And, maybe remember them later, when he could do something about it? Was he still a gentleman, if he didn’t tell her how much real estate she occupied in his fantasies, these days?

No way he was going to find out, if he could help it. But damn, the way her face opened up when they talked like this…

“Well, we like words that sound like the sound they describe. It tickles us, and, if you think about it, it’s pretty efficient. Do you have words like that on Vulcan?”

“No.” He thought that was gonna be it; she glanced at the data pad like she’d forgotten she had it, but that meant she was getting ready to get back to business. But then she added, “I believe we experience and quantify sound – differently – than humans.”

Well, now, that was pretty intriguing. “What do you mean?”

“We tend to focus on the aural quality, rather than the emotive. Decibel, frequency, amplitude, distance, direction, aesthetic appeal or capacity to induce damage. Our language regarding sound tends to reflect that reality.”

“So no sizzling or popping?”

“No. Nor whooshing nor splatting.” One of those beautiful slanted brows went up a tiny bit over a bright, wide eye that was focused on him, just him. Damn, he could fall into those eyes when she looked at him that way… “Perhaps, in this case, humans have found a logic that Vulcans lack.”

“Not just in this case, ma’am. You just haven’t figured us out, yet.” And, while she was chewing on that one, trying to decide whether he was insulting her, he said, “Those calculations, T’Pol?”

She pulled herself a little straighter, and this time really looked at what was on her pad. “They indicate that the results of reconnecting the recalibrated relays will indeed produce ‘zip zap whoosh zoom’, rather than ‘sizzle pop splat,’” she informed him, more deadpan than any human could ever be, or hope to be.

Someday, he was going to teach her to play poker.

But he was learning from her, now. “Let’s hope you did your math right, then.” He punched in a code, then reached into the panel, and flipped the circuit on.

“Zip. Zap.” T’Pol spoke as the sounds she named echoed through the snug Jefferies tube. “Whoosh.” All around them, the ship gathered herself – and there was a subtle shifting of energy. “Zoom?”

Trip grinned at her. “Zoom indeed.”

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Mission Accomplished!: A Coffee and Conversation/#STaD Wrap-Up Post

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me. I wanted to know what those lives were, and to share my own.

It’s been almost two weeks since the Story A Day May Challenge ended. I’ve had time to breathe, reread some of my stories, and prepared “Unsent Letters” for StoryFest, a weekend long blitz of fictional goodness – uh, I mean good fiction, because, while the stories might not be true anywhere but in the imaginations of their authors, the goodness of the experience is anything but fictitious.

This was my fourth #STaD challenge, but the first time I’m joining the story share. I’m really looking forward to it, because my characters and life filled up my time. I didn’t interact with other participants, nearly as often as I intended. That’s a recurring theme for me during any intensely creative challenge. I intend well, and start strong – then I vanish completely immersing myself in the meat of the challenge.

So I’ll be traveling around this weekend, visiting as many fine folks as I can, and reading, reading, readingmy support will be real, if belated. 

Now, on to my personal assessment of the challenge…

Like last year, I opted to write Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction for my ongoing series-or-something-like-it, The IDIC Romance, exploring the inter-species relationship between T’Pol, a Vulcan scientist, and Charles “Trip” Tucker III, the Chief Engineer of Enterprise. Why these two?

  • I love them, and they keep showing me pieces of their lives, and insisting that I tell their stories…Trip’s usually a laid-back guy, but T’Pol has a temper. Not something most people would expect from a member of her species, but when that temper is roused -well, she’s expert in an impressive array of martial arts, and Vulcans are stronger than humans…Ergo, the lady with the ears wins by a sandslide….

  • Enterprise offered these two complex, textured characters, and a relationship that grew bit by bit, in fits and starts – but it didn’t delve deeply into their inner realities – and that’s exactly where I most love to play. So many story ideas come to me, filling in the gaps between scenes and episodes; backstory; some that dig into what’s beneath the surface of a televised scene; some just stuff that Trip and/or T’Pol show me, and insist is true, even if it never made it to the screen…I can’t resist them and their stories. I don’t want to.
  • Because the characters are established, I have to operate within the parameters of the systems I’ve been presented. I can’t just make things happen just I want them to. And, even though the last episode was epically disappointing (I consider myself a diplomat, so I won’t say more), I can’t make things – even wrong things that make no sense – unhappen.
  • Playing in fandom means playing the hand you’re dealt. I have to respect the integrity of the characters and the canon, to play fair. More than that, I need to be true to the spirit and nuance of every scene I use or reference…I’ve been known to watch a two minute segment twenty times in a row, attending not only to dialogue and plot, but body language, intonations, positions, movements, and background. I don’t want to cheat on my characters -whether I created them, or someone else did. If I’m not going to enhance their stories, I shouldn’t play with them publicly (uh, wait, that didn’t quite sound right, did it?). It’s one thing to take all the liberties I want in private – but, for sharing, they deserve better than for me to use them for my own gratification where anyone might see them compromised.
  • All that practice noticing and protecting their integrity – it transfers to the rest of my life – my writing life, and beyond. Studying them gives me the practice and the instinct for studying others – as fodder for my writing, and as a means to more fulfilling interactions with people of the non-fictional variety.

So I come to #STaD to stretch my boundaries and to challenge my imagination. And I come back to Enterprise, to Trip and T’Pol, again and again – because they have stories to share, and because they fascinate, intrigue and compel me – and, through giving myself to them whole-heartedly, I learn more about the craft and art and discipline of writing, and about life, too.

Want to read my Story A Day 2015 stories? This link will work, for now, and I have this new blog page under construction; eventually, it will have links and useful information for every IDIC Romance story. For now, it’s got links for this year’s challenge stories, in rough, sketchily-edited form, with a rating and a brief summary. I’ve organized the stories into categories, and chronological order within the series. As stories are revised and/or submitted to fan fiction sites, I’ll update their entries.

It should, hopefully, allow visitors to select stories that will please them! And, as always, these stories are free, offered with love, as a gift to pay forward the delight that I’ve gotten from these two! =D

Do you have favorite characters? Have you ever played ‘what-if’ with their lives? Joined a challenge?

Are you looking for something fun to read this weekend? You can find many stories, in many genres, by up-and-coming authors, right here at StoryFest – including, of course, “Letters Unsent”.

So what are you waiting for? Come on in, the reading’s fine! =D

“So Sorry”: The IDIC Romance for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

I’ve got one last snippet from this year’s The IDIC Romance  Story a Day May challenge. This excerpt comes from “Pillow Talk?” the sequel to “Sticking Point”  and “My Flame, My Nectar”. The challenge was to write a two-character, dialogue-only piece. And of course I listened in while T’Pol and Trip had an extremely adorkable conversation, and of course Trip had to be hung over and embarrassed (umm, yeah, literally!)….and T’Pol, of course, was trying to be logical and practical, but not quite managing…and utterly missing what might be obvious, if she were only human…

These stories are Star Trek: Enterprise  fan fiction, dealing with the inter-species relationship between T’Pol, a Vulcan scientist, and Trip Tucker, the extremely human Chief Engineer…

 Explore any or all of this year’s The IDIC Romance stories, in rough drafts.


  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them…I only want to allow them the chance to live the lives they keep insisting on living in my head…

  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”. Spoilers for – well, nothing. This is pure imaginary TnT fluff, and I make no apologies, no matter who else is sorry!  =)

We last saw Trip drunk in the Mess Hall, where he was sick on T’Pol’s boots, and fell down. T’Pol offered assistance, but wasn’t certain he’d accept – and she’s dealing with some rather potent emotional unrest of her own…

Trip let T’Pol help him. She brought him to her quarters, where no one would likely look for him, where there was no alcohol, and, although she didn’t say this to him, where she could be alone with him. She stripped him, showered him, and put him naked into her bed before putting on her pajamas. After a weak but gentlemanly protest, Trip surrendered to the simple human need for physical contact, and asked her to sleep with him. T’Pol had already decided that she’d allow any level of contact he wanted (she was, umm, more than a bit revved up, and not at all prepared for it), so she climbed in – and he fell asleep with her curled beside him, her ear against his chest as she listened to his human heart.

Now, it’s the following morning, and there’s a rather rude awakening…because Reasons.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is June 3, 2015.
  • 3 short dialogue paragraphs, plain and simple.

And now…. the snippet!

“Oh, hell. Oh, damn. Oh hell. I’m so sorry – ”


“Do you seriously need me to tell you? Are you going to make me say it? Ow, damn, my head hurts. I know I should be cursing myself out – and I promise I will later, and I’ll get the hell out of here and try like hell to find a way to make it up to you, though I sure as hell don’t know how I’m gonna do that – oh hell – ”

What just happened here? Why is Trip apologizing? Why does he need so many ‘hells’? Why doesn’t T’Pol know why he’s so sorry?

What will happen next?

Well, of course I’m not just going to come out and tell you! You can come back on Sunday, though, and learn a little more..or you can read the entire story arc here:

Next week, we go back to Kifo Island, for another snippet from Generations.

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets? Something less apologetic and confusing, perhaps? Well, hop along with the little blue froggy; assorted genres, styles, and lengths of WIPpetty lily-pads to choose from, and writers eager to hear from you! =D


Grateful Growth: May 13, 2015

ROWin’ through the rapids, and on to smoother waters.

Before I get on to today’s update…

Thank YOU!

Sunday was a tricky day for me.

It can be scary, talking about things that hurt, things that can’t be made better, but only lived with, imperfectly. Laying myself bare is something I do better through fiction or poetry than in plain text.

But so many people stopped by, with a few kind words, and sometimes pain of their own. Pain I understand…pain I’d wish on no one.

Sharing that kind of pain has healing in it for me, and I hope it did for those who bravely revealed their heartbreaks, and for those who only read, too…

Thanks for being here, with me, whatever your stories…

And, speaking of stories, here are my most recent Story a Day tales:

  • Get Out Your White Hat: Trip’s been caught red – uhh – lipped, and the tempting Vulcan has clearly gotten the wrong idea, and is not amused.
  • Fierce:  One very determined, and very, well, passionate, Vulcan woman, and the man who loves her enough to paddle her canoe.
  • Telling Stories: Trapped in an Everglades lightning storm with a critically ill wife, Trip tries to tell her a story…

And, as a special treat, here’s my 100 word Drabble, in its entirety (reading the preceding two stories will add context, but isn’t necessary). No, I don’t own the characters; nor do I profit in any monetary fashion from playing with them. It’s pure love, plain and simple.

Don’t Shave”


Into flames.

Into nothing –

T’Pol threw her arms out. There must be an edge –


But there was a scent, a mind –

Moving bands of color.

‘Red on yellow; kill a fellow.’


She jerked up too quickly, almost toppled. Was caught. Held in strong arms.

Shhh, pepperpot. You’re safe. We’re home.”

Safe? Home?” Eyelids parted. Not enough to see his face. “Trip?”

He helped her trembling hand. Bliss of touch, but this was uncharted terrain.


Yes, pepperpot?”

Sigh of pleasure; fingertips caressing newly bearded cheek.

Don’t shave.”

Treasured human laughter followed her into dreams.

It could possibly be that I am imbuing T’Pol with my own love of a bearded male face – but I think it’s more that those incredibly sensitive Vulcan fingertips find the exploration too good to give up…but that’s another story, and not one I’m telling today, because we’ve got goals to chat about! =D

My updated Round 2 goalsand 2015 goals.

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.


Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week; will be a back burner project till June. Nothing new. Next up: Keep going…
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. This will happen piecemeal, for now…beginning with rereading all background material and stories for the POV characters.

Draft 31 Story a Day May Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 13/31 stories drafted, and almost 32,000 new words since the beginning of May. Next up, drafting remaining 18 daily stories; completing note transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas; and adding to idea list.


  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit. Delete’ snippets to IDIC slush pile, tagging those destined for future stories; 16/16 scenes complete. Word count now down from 13,782 to 10,674. Began general to-do list for next revision pass -will continue organically, from here. Next up: Reread scenes and notes.

  • Move “Peach Liqueur Love” through Step 3 of Sarah Selecky’s  Deep Revision exercises. Reread original story, early revision notes, and first two completed exercises. Next up: Reread relevant exercises; and do Exercise #3.


  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Still ahead.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Updated challenges; explored some new widget ideas. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, post for StaD each day – a story; a snippet, a story spark; or an essay on progress or process. All caught up, didn’t stay that way before. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.


  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 2/5 days; 1/3 yard/declutter. Mellow so far this week. Still a little emotionally worn. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.


  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds. Next up: More of this.
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 1/2 new things – bought pansies on a whim. Next up….we’ll see!


  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 1/3: Yardtending/decluttering Tuesday. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. Add one at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Car trouble – no class so far this week. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 1 /2: Meditation; 0 /2: Intentions Journal. Next up: Cement meditation habit; catch up with Intentions journal.

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Complementary Challenges: The IDIC Romance for SoCS

Rowing merrily down the Stream of Consciousness! Badge by Doobster at Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme – an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt:compliment/complement.  I used both

This story, abridged here, was written for Story A Day May , – I like combining complementary challenges. I also used “cucumber” – a prompt from a fellow WIPpeteer, and the full version includes a William Blake quote….yup, four challenges in one little story! I’ve deleted passages to make it fit here, but it’s otherwise unedited. 


This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten follow -up scene based upon the Star Trek: Enterprise episode S4 E3 Home. Trip has returned home following T’Pol’s wedding, and is dealing with the implications…

Disclaimer: T’Pol and Trip are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended.

Cucumbers and Complements

“I think a cucumber would be the perfect complement for this veggie platter.” Kathleen Tucker didn’t look at her son. Whatever was eating at Trip was going to burst out any minute now; he hadn’t taken his tongue out of his cheek for the last five minutes, and his breath was coming out in little sharp puffs, the way it had when he was a toddler.

Some things never changed.

Trip went to the stasis unit without a word, but then stood there with a knife dangling in one hand, and the other on the handle. “When’s the last time this was serviced, Mom?”

Kathleen laughed. “Serviced? Trip, it’s brand new, like everything else in this house. And you’re not – I repeat, not – going to take out your frustrations on my kitchen. That’s an order, son.”

“Who says I’m frustrated? Just restless, is all.”

Trip brought out the cucumbers. “Never saw anyone who loved these things as much as she does – not that she’d be caught dead admitting to loving anything…”

Here it comes…Kathleen prepared herself for the onslaught…when Trip had been holding something in, it always poured out of him like a tidal wave, rising and rising until there was nothing left to pour out…

But he just stood there staring at the two cucumbers, as though he’d forgotten everything else. She stared at the bubbling water, and moved the eggs around in the kettle, even though there was no good reason to do so.

“Let me drain that for you.”

“I’ll cut the cucumber, then -”

“No!” His voice cracked, and the kettle clanged against the porcelain sink. “Damn – I chipped it. Sorry, Mom – but please don’t. I want to cut it.”

“This place was too new – it needs a little Tripification.” She reached up to wrap an arm around his shoulder, noticing how hard and tense he was. He’d always taken care of himself – but this was different. Almost like what she imagined the inflexibility of a soldier would be.

What the hell had happened to him out there? What had he sacrificed?

She felt a tiny hiccup go through him – and she knew. That was a tell he’d had all his life. Kathleen thought of what he’d said about the cucumbers. This was a woman he’d lost, then.

But who?

Trip shrugged out from under her arm even while he wrapped his around her waist and gave her a squeeze. “Well, consider it Tripified, Mom – and the eggs drained. I’m going to get on that cucumber now.”

The knife clattered to the floor as Trip jumped back, swearing in a way that would’ve embarrassed him, once, his face white as he clutched his left hand with his right, blood dripping down too fast for this to be a minor cut.

“Let me see.” She took his hands and led him back to the sink, his blood falling on the eggs, vividly red against the white. There was a long gash across his palm, and it was deep – but clean. She yanked open the cloth drawer and bound it. “You hold that while I get the first aid kit out of the cupboard.”

Trip stopped swearing, but he was still grunting in pain. “You’d make a helluva engineer, Mom.”

“Is that the best compliment you know how to give a woman, son?” She came back with the kit to find him already poking at the wound, the rag dripping uselessly. “I told you to put pressure on it.”

“I never was very good at listening to directions I didn’t like.” A small, wincing shrug. “And maybe I’m just outta practice. There’s no logic whatsoever in complimenting a Vulcan – as she’d be the first to tell me, if I dared to try – “ He cut himself off, biting his lip.

Kathleen took hold of his hand again, relieved to see that it wasn’t quite as deep as she’d thought – the knitter would be enough. “This will only take a few minutes if you behave yourself and hold still.”

Surprisingly, he cracked a grin that turned into a grimace as she positioned the wounded hand. “Ouch – I never realized how much she sounds like you, sometimes. Wonder if that has something to do with how I feel about her – hell – Mom, how the hell do I stop thinking about that damned infuriating woman?”

“Hold still, Trip, or you’re going to make this worse. Blood all over my kitchen isn’t my idea of Tripification. Scuff things up, take them apart, upgrade them, chip or scratch them – but no one’s going to want to eat here if it looks like I massacred my son in here.”

Will Trip hold still? Will he forget about T’Pol? Will I manage a story a day all month?

We’ll have to see.

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I know – this song isn’t a perfect fit-  but it’s a sweet childhood memory for me, and I think it captures the mood of the Tucker kitchen in happier times…plus, really cute kids!

Second Serving Sunday: The Greening Up Edition


A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphere

Life Stuff:

My last Second Serving Sunday post: The A-Z CampNaNo Edition

  • Click the link for my recent posting history!

This week was – interesting. Yes. That’s the word I’m going with.

It started with my daughter getting sick shortly after I got home from my write-in last Sunday night. Monday had her on the couch, sleeping on and off all day. I call her the Force of Nature, and not because she’s generally sedentary. The whole vibe shifted, without her kinetic energy bubbling through everything else.

Tuesday was even more interesting. My Accomplice got the stomach bug, just as my daughter was recovering. The aging dog decided that the cat needed chasing – that’s something that happens a couple of times a week. But this time he caught her, and ‘played’ with her. He got a lacerated nose; she hid under the sink for two days before emerging, still stiff and sore, but jumping and climbing. She’s now curled up on my bed, and I’m making a point to wear the dog out more often, to avoid further angst and injury, and promote healthier canine/feline relations (or at least a detente!).

I’m kind of glad the second part of the week was more mellow, you know?

In other news, I’m gearing up to dive into Act Three of my first CampNaNo novel(-la?), Transitions (KIC#1) ; I’ve done the majority of the plotting for Generations (KIC#2). I’m on schedule with my Blogging from A-Z April Challenge,  and I’m planning to finish up and submit my ROW80 sponsor post later today.

And now, last week’s features:

ROW80: The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have A Life.

Eight Sentence Sunday:

  • Introductions” : A young potter named Corinne is introduced to two older men…opening paragraphs of my Kifo Island Chronicles novella-in-progress, Transitions.

Coffee and Conversation:

  • On April hiatus.

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • Until Today? Terrance has suspicions, and what he thought were the unshakable foundations of his marriage might be crumbling. More from Transitions (Kifo Island Chronicles #1).

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

A-Z Challenge: Traveling my Way Through the Alphabet in April!

  • Everglades and Eagles: We travel back to the River of Grass to visit some wildlife; then out west to Yellowstone, for a close encounter of the bald eagle kind.
  • Havasu Falls:  A trip to the place of the blue-green waters, and a new stage in a relationship’s journey…
  • In the Dark: How do you feel about being in the dark – now, how about in a cave or underwater cavern?
  • Joshua Trees:  Music can inspire and transport us to unexpected and wondrous places – sometimes, literally.

What’s Next:

April Focuses:

  • Setting ROW80 goals for Round Two, which starts on April 6.
  • Completing 60,000 words for CampNaNo (roughly two novellas).
  • Draft two Kifo Island Chronicles novellas: Transitions and Generations.
  • Complete the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.
  • Planning and plotting for Story A Day May, when I will explore more stories for The IDIC Romance.

Sneak Preview:

  • For Coffee and Conversation: C and C is on April hiatus. There will be an A-Z post each week, so feel free to stop by any Monday, and enjoy!
  • For WIPpet Wednesday: New stuff for April – July. I’ll be sharing whatever I’m writing, when I get to Wednesday. This week, one last snippet from Transitions, before I begin drafting Generations.
  • Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS):A post based on the weekly prompt, TBA Friday. Might be fiction, or not, but it’s always surprising!
  • Eight Sentence Sunday: Eight sentences from my Kifo Island Chronicles novellas, Transitions and Generations, throughout April. We’ve got one more from Transitions, and then Generations takes center stage.
  • ROW80 Updates: My progress on my current and/or long term goals for A Round of Words in 80 Days, posted on or near Sunday and Wednesday, beginning April 5, with my Round Two goals post.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

May your week ahead exceed your wildest expectations! Spring is finally here, and I’m…


“By All the Nebulae in the Galaxy”: #WeWriWa – #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s simple and fun. Sign the linky list with your name, blog url and email address on Mondays, 8:00 AM EST. Each week, the list remains open until Saturday, 11:59 PM. Then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.

It’s a chance to share a small snippet -exactly eight sentences – of my current writing. I’m sharing an excerpt from my April CampNaNoWriMo  project, Transitions: Kifo Island Chronicles, Volume One.  The Kifo Island  novella series takes place at a resort that’s a little like hospice meets Fantasy Island Transitions chronicles the intersecting and changing lives of Barry, Terrance, and Corinne.

This snippet is three paragraphs after the snippet I shared over at WIPpet Wednesday  last week. Barry and Corinne have returned at the sound of shattering pottery, and Terrance has claimed that he only dropped a handmade bell…

Barry’s face said that he knew it was a lie. He always knew. But he glanced over his shoulder at the young woman who lingered near the door, and then back, and his dancing green eyes had a new shadow – the shadow of guilt, a shadow echoed in the woman-child’s blush.

They were beautiful, by all the nebulae in the galaxy. Desire had set them afire, and it made them glorious, glowing embers, ready to ignite.

The air he tried to breathe was as thick as smoke, and as hard to find oxygen in. But Barry came to him, striding in long paces, and wrapped his hand in his hair to kiss him – chai tea and the taste of the woman layered over the taste of their earlier kisses, adding new seasonings. Maybe, just maybe, he could catch hold of that, claim a vicarious taste of their young passion…

Will Terrance regain his place in Barry’s heart? What exactly was going on between Barry and the young Corinne? Why and how did Terrance break the bell?

No, I’m not telling you, but I’ll have another 8 sentences next week, and maybe you’ll learn something from that…or maybe you’ll end up even more confused.

While you wait, you can go visit other #8Sunday posts, which might just offer more answers!

What does Enterprise have to do with this post? Well, maybe not much, other than the space reference,  but the song is fitting, and the Vulcan lady and her favorite engineer are still whispering in my head, and unwilling to hush up till next month, when it’s their turn. I’m kinda hoping this will appease them…and please you. And, if not, it was an excuse for me to watch, so a win either way. =)