Penultimate Purposes: September 21, 2016

In less than 24 hours, ROW80 Round Three will be over. Since I’m the type to want to use every moment, I’ll be closing out my Round Three goals on Sunday, so I can take full advantage of this last day. For today, I’m updating my September goals, which I’ll be using until the end of the month, even if you don’t see another update here until then.

It’s been an interesting and somewhat whirlwind session, with an outing every day: Sunday was my writing group, Monday my Accomplice and I went to the Y together (then split up to do our own type of workout). Tuesday, my daughter and I went to our local homeschool community center, Yacon Village, for Minecraft Club (though she spent most of her time playing Other Things with her friends, and a bit doing art).

The next two days will be at least mostly home days. I expect to get a good deal done. How much? I don’t know yet – but you will, by the end of the week. In the meantime,  here’s two more Story A Day entries. Standard disclaimer applies: I don’t own them; I don’t profit from them.

Day 18:

An image rose in her mind, clear and sharp. A woman, head turned away and body twisted, dragging herself across a field, with a house in the distance. “This is me, Soval. The house is peace. The distance is too far, when I am so broken.”

Day 19:

She pulled the box out from beneath the papers, and turned to hand it to him. “Please hurry.” She bit her lip, and she was shaking – getting ready to fall apart again. He didn’t waste any time; just opened the box, pulled out the hypo, and pressed it up against his jugular while she watched him, her eyes unblinking. He pressed the trigger, and the compound hissed into his system.

Writing:

  • The IDIC Romance: Finish the Word-High July stories for “Mutually Acceptable”. Secondary goal. Reread last several pages in preparation for resuming.

Plotting:

  • #STaD: Complete the rough sketches for 36 new September stories/chapters/scenes. Develop more detailed plan for each story as its turn comes. Priority goal. 19/35 completed.

  • Monday Morning Coffee Sequel”: Reread “MMC”, Plan this short story/novella, using The Writer’s Coloring Book. Complete basic character mapping for both MCs. Side goal. Setting aside for next month.

Revision:

  • Kifo Island Chronicles: Complete rough revisions and submit scenes 5-10 of Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles #1) to crit group. Primary goal. Not likely to get to Scene 10; but I do expect to get through Scene 6 this month.

  • Peach Liqueur Love”: Complete Steps 2 and 3 of Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision  process; consider adaptations to use as my “Dark and Bitter” submission. Secondary goal. Setting aside till October.
  • The IDIC Romance: Revise “First Contact, With Jazz”, using The Writer’s Coloring Book; submit to patiently waiting betas. Tertiary project. Setting aside till October.
  • Revise and post Chapters 4 and 5 of “A Backdrop of Stars.” Side project. “Something Wasn’t Right”( Chapter 4): Highlighted scene 1/ 2 for revision.

Social Media:

  • Blog/Website Transition: Set and keep regular weekly posting schedule (ROW/#STaD/ 3 other posts weekly?); add relevant content to pages. Aim for soft website reveal at end of month. Primary goal. I’m not going to set up a regular schedule until 2017, when I’ve transitioned to the website.
  • ROW80: Keep updates and sponsor duties up-to-date; check Facebook page every Thursday and Monday. Secondary goal. Update posted; visited everyone on linky; didn’t get to the Facebook page.
  • Maintain email Inbox below 99 messages; answer blog comments at least three times weekly; Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and fanfiction.net comments twice weekly. Side goal. Blog: 1/3; website: 1/3. Fanfiction: 1 /2.

Hometending:

  • Homeschool Administration: Complete and submit fourth quarter reports; narrative review; and test scores to district by September 15. Deal with correspondence as needed. Primary goal. Letter revision about 75% done; should be ready to mail by end of week.

  • Beautification: Do the 27 Thing Fling in study, family room, and porch at least thrice a week each room, and in other areas, indoors and out, at least ten times weekly (can include laundry and dishes.) Secondary goal. Family: 3/3; Porch: 2/3. Inside random: 8/10, including laundry and dishes.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Primary goal. Conversation; planning; write-in; workout date; Minecraft club.

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Secondary goal. Minecraft club on Tuesday; couples’ workout time Monday. Write-in. Possible plans to attend tai chi on Thursday, and visit Saratoga National Historical Park Saturday.

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group; do reviews as requested and available. Tertiary goal. Writer’s group Sunday. No new crits posted.

Selftending:

  • Write in Abundance and #onegoodcup journals, and meditate for at least eight minutes five times each week. Primary goal. Journaling: 2/5; Meditation 1/5.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 60 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly, 75 minutes thrice weekly. Secondary goal. 60 minutes: 2/5; 75 minutes: 1/3 (considerably more on Monday).

  • Tai chi class, swimming, strength, and/or cardio training for a cumulative total of ten hours. Tertiary goal. Swimming and strength; 1/10 hours.

Leaps of Faith:

  • A Splash of Red”: Compile notes and do pre-self-publication revision pass. Gather materials and play with cover art ideas. Secondary goal. Setting aside till next month.

Kait Nolan’s ROW80  

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Purpose and Perspective: September 18, 2016

It’s now been a week since we lost our senior dog, Corki. We’re starting to get more used to the fact that he isn’t around anymore, and never will be again. We’re finding a new rhythm, and a certain amount of peace. There’s still an empty place where his canine presence once was, but we’re adjusting.

This session was more focused on a few things from my goals list, and a few other things that weren’t on it: cleaning and packing away the tents that had been waiting since the kids and I got home from Unschoolers Rock the Campground  in July; reading, naming, organizing, and backing up a batch of untitled files I found accidentally in a forgotten file of my laptop’s hard drive, and planning for mentoring a writing class at our homeschool community center. 

Mostly, I’ve been focused on coming to acceptance and peace with Corki’s death, supporting my family as they do the same, and surfing the waves of emotion

Which doesn’t mean there was no writing…such as my not-exactly-daily, but caught up Story A Day efforts. Standard disclaimer applies: I don’t own them; I don’t profit from them.

Day 14:

Either way, the crowd parted, a bit like the Red Sea, as Phlox walked with his vaguely strange gait to the center of the cluster, where Jon’s sidekick was trying hard to act like he was having a good time and excited about this new opportunity. He’d even said it in those words, five times.

Day 15:

“It’s not wise that you be alone, now, T’Pol.” He could offer her little except companionship, unless he told her what he suspected. But in her current condition, there was no chance that she’d be able to truly understand what he was saying. There was a far superior option, if she was willing or able to open herself to the risk of further pain.

Day 16:

Shaking fingertips trace her tormentor. 6 weeks, 4 days, 11 hours of denial. Too long. She opens the book – but can’t open her eyes to see.

Day 17:

There was something wild and liberating in it; something that demanded that she join in the chant, the assertion that all beings be treated equally, that these women have the same freedoms to decide how to clothe their bodies as the males of their species.

As always, only those goals I engaged with are listed here. Check the links  below for the full picture! 

Writing:

Story A Day September 2016 : Write 35 stories this month (not sure how the timing will play out, and the final 5 will be vignettes written on the same day). The IDIC Romance: Cowled: 8; Parted From Me: 8; “Do You?”: 8; A Backdrop of Stars: 6. Hamilton alternate history: Philodosia: 5. Priority goal. 17/36 written; 5/36 posted. Parted: 2 ( 5/8 total); Cowled: 2 ( 5/8 total).

Plotting:

  • #STaD: Complete the rough sketches for 36 new September stories/chapters/scenes. Develop more detailed plan for each story as its turn comes. Priority goal. Very rough planning as I go.

Social Media:

  • ROW80: Keep updates and sponsor duties up-to-date; check Facebook page every Thursday and Monday. Secondary goal.
  • Maintain email Inbox below 99 messages; answer blog comments at least three times weekly; Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and fanfiction.net comments twice weekly. Side goal. Other than email; this was hit-or-miss.

Hometending:

  • Beautification: Do the 27 Thing Fling in study, family room, and porch at least thrice a week each room, and in other areas, indoors and out, at least ten times weekly (can include laundry and dishes.) Secondary goal. Family room: 2/10; Porch 4/3; Others: 14/10, plus tents.
  • Organization: Sort and clean up OneDrive Beta Reading, Blogging, and Homeschool directories. Tertiary goal. Related: Organized a batch of writing files from laptop hard drive.
  • Locate all existingTrek poems and file together for chapbook project. Side goal. I found another and put it with the others. =D

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Primary goal. Canoodling; chatting; movies; television; walking; Minecraft club; hometending; MLP Hamilton videos (really!)

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Secondary goal. Minecraft club and teen/tween night for the kid(s); planning session and write-in for me. Possible plans to visit Saratoga National Historical Park with my girl next weekend.

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group; do reviews as requested and available. Tertiary goal. Writer’s group Sunday; a bit of online interaction. No new crits posted.

Selftending:

  • Write in Abundance and #onegoodcup journals, and meditate for at least eight minutes five times each week. Primary goal. Journaling: 5/5; Meditation 3/5. I’m ballparking this; didn’t especially keep track this week.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 60 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly, 75 minutes thrice weekly. Secondary goal. 60 minutes: 4/5; 75 minutes: 2/5. Not too shabby.

Leaps of Faith:

  • Continue helping my Accomplice in his job search. Primary goal. Helped send more resumes and draft a thank-you note.

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“What Happened?”: #WordHighJuly for July 4

Welcome to Word-High July, a chance to explore some lovely Filipino words – one each day. Clicking the first link will tell you more about the challenge, and the second includes the word list, so you can play along.

Many of these words deal with specific emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman and a human man seeking common emotional ground. I’m writing 31 sequential flash fiction installments of The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. Read my introductory post, “Hoshi’s Gift”, for more on the characters and the challenge.

I’m still running behind; but I’m still writing and loving it!

Standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, my totally free gift to you!

Disclaimer: These words and photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled “36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine Language. All credits goes to them.

That takes care of the essentials, so on with story #4. The aftermath of a wild night T’Pol scarcely remembers.

If you like this story, stop in at my fanfiction.net page, where you can find many more TnT stories.

“What Happened?”

Rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and mild language

T’Pol awoke to the slow steady music of a human heart, the cool of human skin, and the scent of a human man who had called her tinatinga and ashayam – his special one, as he was hers.

But was this real? Or was she lost in dream, memory, or delusion? There was the residual icefire in her blood – there had been trellium. Logically, she couldn’t trust her own memories while she was affected.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Trip’s arm curved over her hip, fingers tracing an intriguing pattern upon her skin. Fascinating, the way touching her body aroused her ashayam.

My mate.”

“Oh, is that what I am, now?”

T’Pol was uncertain what response he’d find most agreeable. But then Trip chuckled, his fingers drawing her in against him. “You wish to mate,” she whispered.

He snorted; the sudden percussive sound brought an impulse to flinch away that T’Pol repressed.

“Like hell I do!” His hands moved down either side of her spinal ridge, teasing the appropriate neural nodes as he encountered them. T’Pol knew she would never tolerate such intimate touch from any other man, but he’d learned her as well as Enterprise’s engines. “I don’t want to mate with you, pepperpot, or even ‘explore our mutual sexuality.’ What I want more than anything is to make love with you, as sweet and as long as we can manage -” He made a small groaning sound as she arched into him, instinctively offering herself. “But firstlet’s have breakfast in bed -”

“Breakfast – in bed? Why would we choose to do that, rather than go to the Mess Hall?” A tangle of human emotion shivered through the bond, touching the memory of a dream – or, perhaps, reality?

Trip smiled as though there was nothing amiss. “I’m going to love showing you all the logical reasons for doing illogical things, now that I’m your tinatangi, and you’re mine.” He kissed her nose. “But first, I’ve got to visit your head and take a quick shower, then we’ll see about breakfast. Here’s something for you to do while I’m out of targeting range.”

He held the PADD out to her, still smiling, still concerned, his eyes acquiring the same aspect they had when he was assessing his engines. T’Pol would find it agreeable to ease his mind, but she didn’t yet understand the nature of his unease. She took the PADD, and his fingers lingered for an additional four seconds, so that she could brush the backs of hers over them.

“You all right with me being out of reach for five minutes, tinatangi?”

“I am Vulcan, tinatangi. I’m capable of waiting even when I don’t find it agreeable.”

He nodded. “Good. I wait much longer, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

T’Pol watched his retreat, finding  pleasure in his unclothed form marked by their shared intimacies. She had thought he would never again mate with her. She was inclined to join him in the shower, just to prove to herself that he was indeed here, with her, her ashayam, her tinatangi. But there was no logical reason to doubt it, when the scent of their couplings was heavy in the air. Comforted, T’Pol engaged the PADD.

It displayed the menu of Filipino words Hoshi had compiled for them. One was highlighted.

Gunita. A memory or recollection.” There was another folder open; it was labeled  “T’Pol’s Insurance Plan.” Clearly, Trip intended her to study this material, as well, since she’d created no such directory.

The folder contained an order of medical rest leave – for her, and for Trip, as well. The reason was listed as exhaustion, with a notation that they not be disturbed for two days.

The other documents were copies of her commissioning and confidentiality agreements, signed by Captain Archer – last night, at 1918 hours.

T’Pol attempted to recall last night’s events; everything beyond the wholly sensory was inaccessible to her. Clearly, Trip’s human gunita was superior, in this instance. So she took the most logical course of action. She closed her eyes, and simply breathed in their mating- no, their lovemaking. He was her ashayam, her t’hy’la, her tinatangi. He was here. He was hers. She was his.

Trip emerged, wearing only a towel and the proof of her ardor. Before she could become lost in her desires, and his, T’Pol asked, “What happened in the Captain’s Mess last night?”

This round definitely goes to the lady.  There’s some tasteful skin here; be warned.

 

An Exploration of Purpose: Writing Goals for ROW80 Round Three 2016

Welcome to ROW80 Round Three!

And, with the new round, comes a new set of goals.

Since the year is halfway over now, I went to my 2016 goals, and derived these directly from them. My goal is to move through as many of them as I can manage, while still maintaining what passes for sanity in the lovely chaos of my mind…

In the process, I’ll be exploring and clarifying my purpose. In parenting, in writing, in my life as a whole. Bits of that exploration may or may not be included in these posts, or on my blog – but they will, eventually, become a part of who I am and all that I do, even though this overarching goal doesn’t appear in my goals list.

I’ll come back around the end of July and August, as well as at the end of the round, to update these goals. For my twice-weekly updates, I will be working from a monthly list, to allow me greater flexibility in attaining these wider-range goals.

Do you have a purpose that runs through your goals?

Would you like to share it?

Well, that little box below is your chance!

Writing:

  • Kifo Island Chronicles: Complete draft of The Far Shore, and draft Tsunamis. The Far Shore (1 /2) currently in drafting; Scene 8/24 in early progress; 19,093 /`65,000 words (right on target; count-wise).
  • The IDIC Romance: Begin 30 stories/chapters/scenes for #StaD September (or independently if there is no #StaD, because that’s not a certainty), using existing threads and ideas with the daily and guest prompts. Draft one story each day, until end of round late in the month.
  • Trueborn Warp/Weft Series: Foul Deeds Will Rise: Trueborn Weft Series #2: Complete draft. FDWR Scene 40/50 in progress. This has been limping along since last July, because I plotted with The Snowflake Method, and didn’t connect intuitively with it. I want to finish it, so that I can move on to the next volume in this series in November (it will definitely be plotted differently!)
  • Monday Morning Coffee Sequel”: Draft a short story or novella, 5,000-25,000 word range. I know that’s a wide range, but what I have at the moment are nebulous ideas. This goal will be adapted once I’ve gotten further into the round.

Plotting:

  • The IDIC Romance: Reread existing stories at fanfiction.net; create rough sketches for 30 new September stories/chapters/scenes. The objective here is to add to what I’ve already created, because I love sharing these stories!

  • Kifo Island Chonicles: Plan and plot Tsunamis, using The Writer’s Coloring Book. I’ve done the basic character mapping, but there’s still a way to go before I have developed Master Scene Profiles for all 24 scenes in the first draft.

  • Trueborn Warp/Weft Series: Decide on November project. Complete character mapping and basic story elements. I think using TWCB has led to much more fully realized characters, so I’m going to test it out on my longest project line, and see what develops.

  • Monday Morning Coffee Sequel”: Plan/plot this short story/novella, using The Writer’s Coloring Book. I have only vague ideas of what I want to do; I need more to go on. And this is a chance to use TWCB on a shorter project, too.

Revision:

  • Kifo Island Chronicles: Beginning in August, rough revise and submit a scene from Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles #1) to crit group weekly. (I need to submit 22 scenes, total, which carried me exactly to the end of the year, although I don’t expect my crit partners to get to them all that quickly! It will be best if I have at least the first couple of scenes ready to go when August gets here. Hard copy notations complete through Scene 3/ page 40.

  • Revise “Peach Liqueur Love” using Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision process. This goal has been hanging out ignored for too long. Time to move it or lose it.

  • The IDIC Romance: ReviseFirst Contact, With Jazz”, using The Writer’s Coloring Book and submit to patiently waiting betas. I’ve begun compiling and organizing the comments from my crit group for 4/16 scenes.

Social Media:

  • Blog/Website Transition: Adapt and keep to regular posting schedule. Answer comments, and return visits at least twice weekly. Share all new posts to website beginning in August; learn how to use galleries and gain skill at posting to pages and adding relevant content. Aim for soft reveal at end of August. There’s an incredible amount to learn; taking it in small servings.
  • ROW80: Sponsor duties up-to-date throughout the year, including four sponsor posts. Round Three just needs finishing touches.
  • Develop a rational rhythm for visiting blogs and hop participants. I have good intentions, but I fail to follow through more often than I like.

Hometending:

  • Homeschool Administration: Complete all pending paperwork, testing, etc. Create Flickr portfolios, by year, or roughly so, for both children. There’s a dizzying amount to do, so in I dive, headlong.

  • Personal Administration: Clean, organize, and back up all OneDrive files; delete excess. Progress on both this year; hot summer days seem like a good time to wrap these up.
  • Yard Beautification: Maintain in an increasingly presentable manner; declutter outgrown kid-things and random life debris. This is weather-dependent. Aim for three times a week, excepting camping week.1/3.
  • Cancel five digital subscriptions we no longer need. Really…we keep meeting. And passing one another by…

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. This is very important, especially as the kids are growing up, and our family dynamic is, well, dynamic! 

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. 

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group and beta reading.

Selftending:

  • Smart Change: Do prep work; choose a contribution to focus on. This means reviewing the first few chapters, gathering needed materials, and doing relevant exercises. May be a Pacemaker goal.
  • Write in Abundance and #onegoodcup journals, and meditate for at least five minutes five times each weekly. Explore one new meditative practice each month.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 60 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly, and more strenuous activities five times weekly. I’m doing moderately active hometending sprints and various more strenuous activities several times a month, up to 45 minutes at least a couple of days each week.

Leaps of Faith:

  • The IDIC Romanee: Finish revisions for “Love and Loss” chapters 1-20 at ff.net. Scene 4/20 in progress.

  • A Splash of Red”; combine notes and do pre-publication revision pass.  Create at least three cover mockups before consulting my local cover designer. I want to get this published before the end of the year; time to give it higher priority.

  • Poetry Chapbooks: Do rough setup for Trek poetry chapbook. This is experimental noodling for something I want to complete in 2017.

  • Business cards: Play with creating three designs; investigate VistaPrint. I’d love to have something ready by the end of the month. Play this round; bring to fruition in the next. 1/3 played with; nothing settled.

  • Complete resets/reorganizations in study and family room. Both are well underway; hot summer days make these good projects for this round.

Kait Nolan’s ROW80 –

The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have a Life!

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“You Think I’m Special?”: #WordHighJuly Day 3

Welcome to Word-High Julya chance to explore some lovely Filipino words  – one each day. Clicking the first link will tell you more about the challenge, and the second includes the word list, so you can play along.

Many of these words deal with emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman and a human man seeking common emotional ground…so I’m writing 31 sequential flash fiction installments of The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. My introductory post, “Hoshi’s Gift,” gives more information on the challenge, and these characters. You can find a further, somewhat more revealing account of the dinner party in “Captain’s Table; T’Pol’s Room”, but it’s not “final” – I’m revising older stories.

I got a bit behind with this story; it needed a lot of revision, and I wanted to give you the best story I could. I hope not to remain behind!

By the way, standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, totally free – my gift to you!

Disclaimer: These words and these photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled 36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine Language. All credits goes to them.

That takes care of the essentials, so on with story #3. T’Pol’s timpi seems to have vanished in a rather epic way…and there is a revelation.

If you like this story, stop in at my fanfiction.net page,  where you can find many more TnT stories.

“You Think I’m Special?”

Rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and mild language

Trip Tucker was finally managing to catch his breath. Then reality re-integrated around him and snatched it away again with one distinct thought: This one was going to be damned near impossible to explain to the Cap’n.

That was followed by another. They were in all kinds of trouble here – because here was all tangled up, in their altogether, as his Grandma Tucker used to put it, on the deck plating in the Jon’s private Mess.

He was pretty sure the woman with one pointed ear planted firmly against his chest was still too far gone to have any idea the mess they were in – or the Mess, either, for that matter. No, she was otherwise occupied listening to her favorite music – a human heart that might stop trying to pound its way out of his chest sometime next week. She wasn’t demanding her “More, more, more,” so she might actually be satisfied.

Trip brushed his lips over her rumpled hair. “Better, now?”

T’Pol curled deliciously into him, and tipped her head to study him with wide, warm hazel eyes. She never looked at anyone else this way. “Tinatangi,” she said on a sighing exhalation.

“Huh?” Trip wanted to smack his head for his complete lack of wit. Then again, T’Pol’s kiss swollen lips twitched into the tiniest of smiles, so maybe he wasn’t so witless after all.

Tinatangi. From the Mutually Acceptable Emotional Vocabulary.” Her voice was soft and deeper than usual – her satisfied voice only he got to hear. Made him damned proud, knowing that.

“I don’t remember seeing that one. What’s it mean?”

“Ashayam.” That was a sigh, too. She was giving every indication that she was a very satisfied woman.

Hey, you called me that earlier. It’s Vulcan, right?” Trip couldn’t resist pulling her up onto his body. The damage was already done, after all, and since Jon wasn’t here anymore, maybe he was giving them time before they had to face the fallout of her timpi’s inevitable explosion.

“Yes.” Her paired fingers traced his ear, and now it was him who shivered into her touch.

“You gonna tell me what either one of them mean, or am I supposed to guess?”

“Both mean, ‘special one.’” That tiny smile got a tiny bit bigger. The way it transformed her face was, in a word, fascinating.

“So you think I’m special, do you?” Trip just knew his own grin had to be pretty damned ridiculous. First she’d said she wanted him to come back, then she’d planted a damned passionate kiss on him right in the middle of the corridor. After that, the disastrous dinner that ended here on the deck plating.

“Do you believe you’d be here with me if you weren’t?” All of a sudden, she seemed to realize where they were. She tensed up. “My altered status has caused you considerable difficulty, ashayam.”

She started to get up, but Trip tightened his arms around her. “Please don’t go yet.” He couldn’t hold her by force, and he wouldn’t want to, anyway, but she stopped. Still tense, though. “We’re here together, tinatangi.”

That brought her head up, and her eyes zeroed in on him, her lips parting slightly as her breath caught. Damn, but she was beautiful like this. “That’s right. I think you’re pretty special, too. You know you’re not the only woman I’ve ever been with, but I hope to hell that you’re the last one, because I can’t imagine feeling about anyone else the way I do about you, pepperpot – or should I say ashayam?”

She leaned in to kiss him again – sweet and slow. It was apparently exactly what he should have said – because it was another two and a half hours before they managed to stagger out of the Captain’s Mess. They didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still in a mess. It just didn’t bother Trip that much, right now. Something big had shifted between them, and, instead of worrying about it, they went back to her quarters to fall asleep in one another’s arms.

Very Specific Limitations: #WordHighJuly Day Two

Welcome to Word-High July, a chance to explore some lovely Filipino words – one each day. Clicking the first link will tell you more about the challenge, and the second includes the word list, so you can play along.

If you’ve poked around this blog, it might not surprise you that this challenge led me once again to my favorite fandom.

Many of these words deal with specific emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman desperately trying to understand what she feels for a human man named Trip…so I’m writing Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. Let’s see if T’Pol and Trip can use these lovely words to find common emotional ground, in 31 sequential flash fiction installments of The IDIC Romance. My introductory post, Hoshi’s Gift, gives more information on the challenge, and these characters.

By the way, standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, totally free – my gift to you!

Disclaimer: These words and these photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled 36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine LanguageAll credits goes to them.

That takes care of the essentials, so on with story #2. Trip’s feeling playful, and testing T’Pol’s capacity for self-control…

If you like this story, stop in at my fanfiction.net page, where you can find many more TnT stories.

Very Specific Limitations

“Oh, pepperpot. Now you are going to love this one!”

Based upon his effusiveness, and the note in his scent and expression that T’Pol most connected to the English word “mischievous,” her ashayam found this word humorous as applied to her, and was now anticipating the play to follow.

He tried to “wait her out” by climbing up to the second level of Engineering. T’Pol followed. Being away from him was unaccountably difficult after his time on Columbia. She was vulnerable in her need for him. It was unsettling.

Vulcans only played purposefully, but she had learned a different manner of play. With soap bubbles, with words, and in other ways that pleased her – and Trip. Remaining silent when she wished to learn an answer delighted him. She didn’t understand why, but she was a scientist. Understanding wasn’t necessary to utilize it to her advantage.

“I know you’re watching me, you know.” He half-turned from the console. T’Pol chose not to deny it, or to speak. He sighed, and offered her the PADD. “I ought to know by now that you can out-stubborn just about anybody.”  As she took the device, his fingers brushed lightly over the backs of hers in a fashion that wouldn’t attract attention from the two other crewmembers on this level.

“Thank you,” she said, as their telepathic current renewed and deepened. It required a great deal of touch to nurture a pairbond. Current circumstances kept her wanting more than was feasible until the crew was back at full operational capacity. She focused on the PADD’s display as distraction, reading aloud.

“’Timpi: to control one’s self.’”

“That’s you, pepperpot. Self-controlled from those gorgeous pointy ears right down to those pretty boots.”

T’Pol handed the PADD back to her ashayam without comment. Did he truly still believe that, when she’d been compelled to kiss him in the corridor, where anyone might see? If he did, how was she to explain that, for her, timpi had very specific limitations?

“Hey, you didn’t give me a five minute lecture on the virtues of timpi. And you’re tense. What’s wrong?”

“There is something we must discuss, Trip.” Had she intended to speak, or was she prompted by uncontrolled instinct?

He turned to face her, and rested one hip against the console. “Okay, shoot.”

If he were a Vulcan, there’d be no need to discuss the realities of her limitations where timpi was concerned, or the ways it would affect him, as her bondmate.

“Not here, or while we’re on duty.” She swallowed. “It’s a deeply intimate subject.” She couldn’t withhold this truth from him. His willing participation, and his ability to meet her when she was utterly without control, would eventually become vital to her survival, and possibly his own.

He accepted the light ouz’hesta she offered him, squeezing her fingers. “Phlox said we’ll get a few days’ rest leave once the Cap’n’s fit for duty again. Can it wait until then, or should we find ourselves suddenly in need of food?” He narrowed his eyes to study her, his fingers steady against her own, which trembled with the need for more touch. “Or neuropressure?”

“I didn’t mean to concern you, Trip. It isn’t yet urgent.”

“You’re sure? After I was idiotic enough to walk away-”

“If it were a matter of immediacy, I’d seek direct resolution. At the moment, I’m capable of timpi – within reason, ashayam, and only so long as I can be near you frequently.”

“Well, I’ve got to tell you, pepperpot – I’m just fine with you needin’ to be close to me. Only thing I’d like more is if we could get really close for a while and forget all about timpi.” His grin was the one that made his eyes glitter.

T’Pol breathed in the scent of human desire, and held tightly to her self-control. She must resist the urge to carry her mate off to do exactly as he suggested, for perhaps far longer than he imagined possible.

Note: This video shows some skin. Tastefully  and artfully, but, if that’s not your thing, you might prefer to skip it.

“Live Insects ‘Fluttering’ in One’s Digestive Tract”: #WordHighJuly Day One

It’s Day One of Word-High July, a chance to explore some lovely Filipino words – one each day. Clicking the link will tell you more about the challenge.

So many of these words deal with specific emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman desperately trying to understand what she feels for a human man named Trip…so I’m writing Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. Let’s see if T’Pol and Trip can use these lovely words to find common emotional ground.

By the way, standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, totally free – my gift to you!

Image Disclaimer: These words and these photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled “36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine Language”. All credits goes to them.

 And now, story #1, as T’Pol makes her first attempt to utilize Hoshi’s Gift.  Clicking the link gives more information on the challenge, and these characters.

“Live Insects ‘Fluttering’ in One’s Digestive Tract”

Kilig: butterflies in one’s stomach.” Trip grinned at the way T’Pol studied the PADD, and that adorable little wrinkle between her upswept brows. He waited until she looked at him, with her head and one of those expressive brows slightly tipped. “I’m aware that many humans consume insects, but I don’t understand why this circumstance would be any different than consuming any other animal life.”

“That’s because you’re not looking at it right.” Predictably, she looked at the PADD again, and he hid this smile behind his hand. “No, I don’t mean that way.” She was more sensitive about a lot of things than she used to be. Or maybe he was just a lot better at noticing than he used to be. “Remember, Hoshi said this was an exercise to help us ‘build a mutually acceptable emotional vocabulary.’”

“Then you’re theorizing this word has an emotional connotation.” She set the PADD down on the table and picked up her tea, instead.

“It’s not a theory, pepperpot. I know exactly what it means.”

“Please explain.” Now she knew he knew, her patience to work it out vanished like the chamomile steam rising from her tea mug. She sipped as though she could wait forever, but her eyes were watching him intently over its rim.

“Well, I know Vulcan has butterflies – or insects close enough to them, anyway. So you know their flight patterns.”

“Yes. They are erratic in a way humans refer to as ‘fluttering.’” He could see her making connections; damn, but her mind was fast! “You are suggesting kilig refers to a sensation akin to live insects ‘fluttering’ in one’s digestive tract?”

“Bingo. Although maybe that doesn’t translate to Vulcan stomachs.”

Her lips softened in an almost-smile as she lowered the tea, and her eyes dilated as she offered him the ouz’hesta. “On the contrary. I first felt kilig on the night we met, and I’ve felt it many times since.”

He touched his fingertips to hers, and smiled.

Kilig.” They whispered it together, and, without needing to say anything else, they rose, fingers still joined, she carrying her tea and he the PADD. They went to her quarters and indulged in a much deeper mutual exploration of the sensation.