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Story A Day May 30: “#215”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day ChallengeDay 30 (already?!)! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary,click here.

I am basing my stories uponStar Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

This story contains profanity. Reader discretion is advised.

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Zero Hour.

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

Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a story that incudes “#215”.

Zero Hour is the cliffhanger ending of Season 3. It shifts the focus from the season-long Xindi arc to other things…deeper things.

A few things hinted at aren’t directly addressed, though – such as T’Pol’s very tentative reference to her “slightly emotional” state, and Trip’s offer to listen, if she wants to talk…

This extrapolated scene assumes that that conversation happened, in the aftermath of the pivotal missions of this episode – the destruction of the Xindi weapon and Sphere 41, and the Captain’s presumed death (leaving a visibly shaken T’Pol in command of Enterprise as she returns to Earth).

The prompt (#215) is extremely open-ended; here it refers to the dose of trellium-D in a hypospray – the two-hundred fifteenth time T’Pol has ingested what is, to her, a deadly neurotoxin.

This story is long – over 4500 words, and I think it wandered more than it will. I did some moderate revision, deleting a section that went off on a tangent.

I’m not sure I quite captured the moment in the way I envisioned it…and I’m not sure that I didn’t, either. I’ll need a little more space and time to know, I think…

One more day…I’m going to miss this – and I’m going to be relieved to dial down the intensity, too…

Maybe that has something to do with the ambivalence I’m feeling…

And now, an excerpt of my story,#215”.For the full version, click the title.

Trip didn’t need the name that flashed on the screen. He’d looked at that formula for weeks; so had she. The stuff had damn near killed her; had killed over a hundred of her former crewmates.

“Why the hell is there trellium in your room, T’Pol?” He’d promised himself he’d stay calm, but, dammit, he was scared now. Scared, and confused.

“You’re hurting me.” He was squeezing her hand, hard. He loosened his grip, but didn’t let her go. She didn’t seem to want to try to get away, either.

And she hadn’t answered the question. But her head was turned, and tears rolled down her face.

Other pieces fell into place; another picture formed…

That dream – Surak statues collapsing, disintegrating into trellium-laced fragments.

Secure the trellium…and feel…

Her admission that she’d done something she couldn’t undo, and that she felt ashamed of…

Oh, pepperpot – oh please let me be wrong! Why couldn’t she just be pregnant?

“T’Pol?” He asked, softly, afraid to ask anything more; afraid to hear what she said next.

She drew in a sharp breath, as though he’d struck her, and, somewhere, she found her Vulcan armor, more or less. Her face, still streaked in tears, went emotionless in a way that he hadn’t seen it in a long time. “When it became prohibitively difficult to reach it in Cargo Bay 2, it seemed logical to secure it here.”

“How the hell is that logical? This stuff is poisonous to you – out of the whole crew, only you. This seems like the worst possible place to keep it – and why the hell do we need to secure it, anyway – and in a hypospray? T’Pol, there are things you’re still not telling me.”

Her stare fixed on him – no. She was focused on him, but her eyes were boarded up like windows before a hurricane; opaque, Vulcan.

“For over three months, I injected it, daily or more frequently, into my jugular vein. It would be difficult for me to achieve that objective if I could not reach the compound, or if it were not in a hypospray.” She sounded like she was giving a status update when she had nothing to report.

“Three months? Your jugular?! ” Trip couldn’t just sit there and watch her. She was perfectly still as she damned herself, as though this were all perfectly logical, as if it made sense, as if it was a matter of necessity. He was still missing something, dammit! He jumped up, only half aware that he’d jostled the table, and damned near knocked the candle over. He stood there for a minute, not knowing what the hell to do next. He couldn’t think past the crashing in his head, past her sitting there like one of those crumbling Surak statues from the dream. Statues made of trellium, goddammit- aww, hell, T’Pol – tell me it’s not going to kill you, tell me you’ve stopped tell me you- we- can get past this…

Tell me it’s not my fault you did this.

She just sat there, silent, still, a statue woman with feet of clay. Whatever he’d thought was beneath the changes in her, it wasn’t this…this….self-destruction. Like trying to negotiate with the Xindi at Azati Prime. Like hiding in here- oh, pepperpot, were you sitting here pushing this poison into your blood while I was out there, too scared to ring the bell?

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is here.

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Story A Day 29: “In the Airlock”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day ChallengeDay 29! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary,click here.

I am basing my stories upon Star Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story contains suggestive/erotic elements; reader discretion is advised.

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Zero Hour.

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

Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a story that starts a riot.

Zero Hour doesn’t come with a built-in riot, but it does come with a scene that could grow one – well, a small one, in a sense, sort of…

I’m not sure how I feel about the story I wrote…I think I’ve got riot avoidance issues. I tend to avoid conflict in my actual life. I was raised in a home that was in a state of riot far more often than my temperament could easily tolerate.

So my riot happens in the midst of a dream, in the aftermath of a tragedy averted and another suffered…

I’ll likely end up discarding a lot of this story, or at least revising it seriously. I don’t feel I let myself go with this one, and it feels “off”.

But even the experience of writing a story I’m ambivalent about holds value. And I’m very excited about the final two….

And the part below – of the whole story, this is the part that feels really right. I think I’ve discovered that imagery works best for me, when I need to start a riot.

Maybe this was all the riot I really needed…

Hmnnn….

And now,an excerpt of my story,In the Airlock”.For the full version, click the title.

There was only this – only the frothing rush, the pleasure, the joining, the impact of each collision of physical forms, each barrier swept away beneath the force of their shared being.

Only this.

Nothing else….

“The Captain didn’t make it.”

No.

Nothing else. Certainly, not that.

They flowed on, rushing, ever rushing…

The riverbed was strewn with obsidian boulders that had fallen from the walls of the chasm they carved with their passion. Sharp, cutting moments of altered clarity –

“The weapon exploded -“

Earth safe…and an exhaled breath.

“Before he could beam -“

“No!” They shattered the boulder, and obsidian sands surrounded them.

“Microfractures forming throughout the hull. Structural integrity is compromised.”

Only this. Please. Let there be nothing else….let there be only this…

More, so much more.

Statues of Surak lined the chasm; shattering, crumbling to dust, falling upon them…..

“Lost – I am lost….” the statues shattered, crumbled, into gray rock, blue-veined, holding power, madness, feeling…..feeling…

I wanted more.”

Fractured to her core, she sat, back to door, locked in anguish…

“Secure the trellium….secure it, and feel….”

Feel icefire in their veins, feel emotions, intense, deep, rich- to feel passion, to open, to be flooded, gasping, yearning….yearning that had a name, a voice, a smile that compelled.

It meant something. Something important, a key to the locks she hid behind…

Awakened, Awakened to the sizzling tingle, embracing…Awakened to a human…

To me?”

T’hyla. Only you….”

Only this. Please. No more….nothing else…

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is here.

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Story A Day May 28: “Valentine’s Day”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day ChallengeDay 28! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary, click here.

I am basing my stories uponStar Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwrittenscene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterpriseepisode,Zero Hour.

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

Today’s Story A Day promptis to write a story that includes one of the “winter” holidays – real or imagined.

As it turns out, Zero Hour – the climactic episode in the season-long Xindi arc – is set on February 13-14, 2152. As it also turns out, our erstwhile diffident couple have grown visibly closer, although their friction remains…

It’s rather interesting, when a human tries to explain a has-been romantic holiday to a Vulcan…but is it possible that she has the means to understand this particularly human tradition, with a Vulcan twist?

And now,an excerpt of my story, “Valentine’s Day”. For the full version, click the title.

T’Pol looked around the Bridge. The humans’ joy was pervasive, and she was suddenly in danger of being overwhelmed by it. Logic wass of little use, against emotion of this magnitude.What might Captain Archer would do, in this moment? She could almost see him, moving around the Bridge, visiting with everyone, giving each a moment‘s attention.

She was not as adept at knowing the proper words as he; his parting words to her, for example, had given her a moment of humor and calm amidst fear and self-doubt, as she stood beside Trip. “I expect you to keep him in line.”

Something in his manner said he knewit would prove her largest challenge –and the most rewarding. The Captain was a perceptive man.

She began with Trip. How could she not? He was partner, accomplice, friend – and so many other things. He met her gaze, smiling. The epidermal decay seemed to only enhance his appeal. His satisfaction rolled through him, reached out, caught her up.

Thank you for allowing me to keep you, however marginally, in line.” His hands rested on her console, and T’Pol watched in fascination as her own fingertips reached out –

And brushed against his –

A tiny gasp broke from them both, at once. Her fingers quivered with the awareness of him, and his blue eyes glazed with latent emotion as his other hand reached up to wipe his mouth.

“Any time. At all.” He swallowed, seeming to come to some decision as his focus shifted to their fingers, now side by side. “You make a damn fine Captain.” In a low, rough whisper, he added, “Little pepperpot.”

She brushed her scarred fingertips to his again, intrigued by his voice, and the strange name he seemed to have adopted for her. Ever, she’d had the need to touch the flame, to know for herself. Her eyes closed, for a breath, and she found the strength to move away.

Doctor Phlox was watching, his eyes sparkling, missing nothing. T’Pol went to him. “Your abilities allowed this mission to succeed, Doctor.”

“I only enhanced the plan you and Commander Tucker conceived,” he said, gently. “Hope for the best, in all things, T’Pol, hmmn?”

T’Pol remembered that Denobulans were rather reknowned as matchmakers, and the significant glance Phlox made past her shoulder to where Trip sat gave the words deeper meaning.

She inclined her head. “Indeed.”

“I’m proud to call you ‘friend’,” he said, softly enough that only she could hear. It was acknowledgment, not only of this mission, but of her personal journey.

She nodded slightly. “And I you, as well.”

Once she’d moved around the Bridge, seeing everyone, she went to the captain’s chair – to find Trip standing with his hand on the back of it. “You’ve done your due diligence, and then some, Cap’n. And you’ve earned a little time to yourself…you’ve been working pretty damned near nonstop for at least the last two days.”

“As have you, Commander,” T’Pol said mildly.

“I suggest you both take a few hours.” Phlox said, mildly. “Of course, if you are unwilling to take my suggestion, I will make it an order.” That unflinching Denobulan determination was in his voice.

You can find all ofmy May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories ishere.

 

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WIPpet Wednesday: A New Home

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:Today is May 28, 2014.

  • Today’s math…
  • 28 (for the date)9 (the 5 for the month + the 4 from the year) = 17 sentences.Why? Because that’s what left in the story! =)

This month, I’m offering up a taste of myStory A Day May Challenge.I’m exploring my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship betweenT’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.

A Request for Opinions…

Story A Day ends on Saturday. I have a lot of T’Pol and Trip stuff left, and I love a lot of it. Sharing would be fun…

But the stories are variable, since each used at least one prompt. POV, tone, length, level of – ahem- eroticism…there’s a lot of diversity here.

In short, if you’d like more of my Enterprise fan fiction, I’d love to share. If not, well, I’ll be returning to some old familiar friends over the next two months, so there are other things I could WIPpet, instead…

This snippet is an extrapolation from the “jazz club” scenes in the episode “Fusion”. I’ve estimated that this exchange happened about 14 months before the first mission of Enterprise NX-01, the first Warp 5 starship.

And now, let’s rejoinT’Pol, our young protocol anarchist, who followed compelling music into a restaurant…and found herself unexpectedly Awakened…

I imagined him across from me, as we knelt on the sands with the low marriage table between us, shrouded in fog. My fingers rose, trembling as they crossed the little distance to his, touched… his eyes, though soft, held promises of pleasures I had never known. They drew me in, into his mind, his soul – and we were one, the music weaving through us, sealing us together, as the fog drifted, carrying us off to my bed, and he was beside me, his cool human skin pressed against mine as we touched and explored, hungrily –

“You feel like home,” we whispered, as though of one mind. One mind, one body, one soul, soaring with the rising music –

A crescendo – rising within us, within the music –

I came to myself, my eyelids jerking open, gasping at the beauty and the shock of it-

His eyes were the first thing I saw, and, this time, he didn’t look away. He held food in his hands, halfway to his open mouth. He seemed unable to complete the motion. We remained locked within this moment, this stretching, pulsing note, and his eyes held all the things I had imagined, and more. They saw me, knew me, even cowled, for who and what I was – a Vulcan woman, born of the hot deserts.

The food slipped from his hands; fell into his lap. He uttered a half-cry, “Hey!” and looked down

With fear and desire roiling in my stomach, I swallowed back bile, fleeing out into the chill foggy night air. Just out of sight of the Consulate, I could resist no longer, and my stomach ejected its contents forcefully.

As I wiped my mouth and returned to my room, though, I knew that I was no longer home, here.

A human man had Awakened me, and he was my home, now.

Well, we’ve heard T’Pol’s side of the story – but what does Trip have to say about all this? Does he have any idea what’s going on in that pretty little Vulcan’s head? If so, what’s he think about it?

Next Week, Potentially…

The full version of the story

Story A Day commentary…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my talons sheathed…for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

Enterprise theme song time! =D

 

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Creative Remembrance: ROW80 Update, 5/28/1

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Well, hello there, and welcome to another midweek ROW80 update.

I’d planned to write something else in this space, today. Something about the thousands of words that have poured forth from me these last few days.

But now, I’m teary eyed and restive.

I watched the news…and learned that Maya Angelou died today. Someone with deep beauty and grace has gone from the world, taking her warm brown speaking voice, strong and poetic and once silent to her own pain, with her…

And leaving so much for all of us still alive.

She’s still with us. In her teachings, her actions – her living.

She generously left us her words.

I’m not Maya. I’m myself. My struggles and living aren’t the same as hers; they’re my own.

But I do know something of why she wrote –

It’s why I write, too –

To leave a little of my voice and my life behind, for those who may find value in it…

It makes the sorrow of parting a little warmer, and a little less intense, somehow…

Now, this session’s progress:

  • I’ve got just three stories separating me from the end of May. Sunday’s update will include a goal revision, as I shift to the (somewhat) less intense JuNoWriMoand CampNaNoWriMo challenges.

May’s focuses:

  • Story-a-Day May

  • Homeschool reports

  • Guest post

2014 Blogging:

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

Continue posting on my regular schedule; share on Sunday Post, weekly. On target.

Complete and post 31 Story-A-Day May Enterprise fan fiction stories, following prompts. On target.

  • 27/31 Completed.

Respond to comments, and return visits.On target.

  • A little behind; story reality claimed me.

2014 Writing:

Explore my gestating Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction novel concept, as well as the Last House story collection concept, in the form of short pieces or flash fiction, during April and May.

Complete 31 Stories for The IDIC Romance, using prompts wherever possible.(2014 Story-a-Day May).On target.

  • See above.

  • 49,635 words to date.

Prepare Scrivener files for the writing process. On target.

  • 27/31 files prepared.

2014 Hometending:

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

Continue the family room reset.

Get the computer desk and moved out of the room.On target.

  • More cleaning on the porch- moving forward slowly.

Continue claiming my study.

Complete the bulletin board reset. On target, at last!

  • Just a few finishing touches. I expect to be done by Sunday.

2014 Lifetending:

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

Eat salad and/or drink fruit or vegetable smoothies at least 4 times a week. On target.

  • 1 salad, 2 smoothies.

  • 3/4 attained.

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

Choose two playful actions for each day; do several times each.Better.

  • Sunday and Monday.

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Story A Day May 27: “Locked Within; Locked Without”

 

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day Challenge,Day 27! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary,click here.

 

I am basing my stories upon Star Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story contains some suggestive elements; reader discretion advised.

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode,E2.

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

Today’s Story A Day promptis to write a story based on a “locked room” prompt.

I took this one with a lot of liberties. The prompt allowed for improvisation; so I used the opening scenes of the episode, where T’Pol meditates alone in her room, back uncharacteristically to the wall. Trip comes in, and feels that she’s locked herself in tight, and him out…

An additional prompt from Debbie Ridpath Ohi was this charming little illustration:

 

This one got me…over 6000 words’ worth! I had an idea, but things kept stretching out, and out, and…it took time to get that prompt in at the right place!

So, it’s a really long story…and I loved writing it!

And now,an excerpt of my story,Locked Within; Locked Without”.For the full version, click the title.

On a battered and limping starship, in quarters lit only by the flickering flames of multiple candles, a young woman sat alone upon the floor, legs folded beneath her, attempting to still a mind that had become frightening in its wilfulness. She sat with her back to the door, in an effort, quite likely misguided, to prevent her watching it. Although it was true that she did not crane her head to look at the barrier, it would be as equally untrue that she was not profoundly aware of the door – the physical portal between this silent refuge-prison and the rest of the ship.

Before she had adjusted her positioning, it had been impossible to avoid focusing on the door rather than her single flame.

She’d been foolish, perhaps, to think that this shift, that even more flames, would tame the impulse.

The door had become the symbol – of all she denied herself, retreated from –

Wanted.

Even now, her desires -and the fears that shadowed them – pressed inward from that door. She could feel their force, omnipresent, overwhelming…

But nothing to what she felt when duty compelled her to breach the scant shield that door, and this room, offered. Considering that emotional tangle brought a vivid memory of the tentacled, single-cell creature that had come aboard so small as to be undetected, but which had eventually taken up nearly an entire cargo bay, and five crewmen.

Apprehension. Longing. Fear. Shame. Guilt. The feelings of all those around her; emotional responses she’d thought she’d long since grown accustomed to – a necessity for living and working amongst ceaselessly emotive humans…

Particularly one.

The one now nearing the door. Would this be the time he attempted to breach the walls she’d tried to erect between them?

He’d come here before. She’d spoken nothing of it – what could she say, and how could she say it to him, when he’d already borne such loss, and had done nothing wrong? – but she had felt him.

Like the sharp piercing pain of their first sexual interaction, like a blade stabbing into her heart, she had felt him, five times, come to this door, reach his fingers toward the doorbell –

And hesitate a long moment before going away.

Each time, she had sat breathless, staring, knees drawn up to her chest, unable to decide whether she wanted him to press the signal, or what she would do when he did.

He would. Being who he was, he couldn’t restrain himself forever.

Nor, T’Pol feared, could she.

He reached the door; something within her leapt more richly to life. The many-tentacled being of her emotions swelled, growing more complex, as she waited – at least, with her back to the door, she could restrain the impulse to huddle in upon herself in a defensive posture he would certainly recognize.

The pause was less than three breaths – hers, sharp and quick although she tempted to smooth them back into the deep breathing needed for meditation.

Or the semblance of it, at any rate.

And then she felt his decisive breath; heard him mutter on the other side of the door, “Feel like I should be saying ‘once more into the breach’, or ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here’. Or, better yet, and maybe truer, ‘here there be dragons.’ Or one beautiful, confounding, elusive little fire-dweller, anyway.” Another breath. “Stop standing out here talking to yourself like an idiot, Trip. The lady’s hurting, and she needs help, and you’re friends. Just friends. Got it?”

Apparently, he did, because, in the silence that followed, the door chimed his arrival.

In the three swift heartbeats she allowed herself, T’Pol wondered how much larger the creature might have grown, had they not sealed it within the cargo bay? How much would her feelings? Was there a finite limit, as the ship would have been to the creature; or was she a singularity, with an endless capacity for holding new emotions, new tangles of feeling?

Trip.

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is  here.

 

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Coffee and Conversation: Looking Back on the Alphabet

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while.

It’s Monday again – time for Coffee and Conversation.

When I was six, my familywas 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 the last Monday of May, and, as I move through the final week of my Story A Day challenge, it seems like a good time to do a little online hometending. One of the things I’ve been meaning to do is to write a reflection post for this year’s Blogging from A-Z April Challenge, now that I’ve had a little time and space from the intensity of the challenge itself. Read my pre-challenge Big Theme Reveal post.

  • I chose to do this challenge because it was a perfect vehicle for a writing project that had been swirling around my mind for a year, and was ready to be born. This challenge, whose only requirement is to write 26 alphabetical posts, allowed both a framework, and the freedom to explore in whichever ways my creative impulse carried me.

  • I chose to do it because there’s something satisfying in participating in a challenge with a group of others, pursuing the same goal, each in their own unique way. This meant others sharing in the journey. New blogs to discover, new friends to make. New ideas to ponder, and be expanded by…

  • And the excitement of writing and stretching myself to complete and ship my post, 26 out of 30 days.

So, did I get what I wanted out of this challenge?

Let’s take a look.

  • That nascent idea became Kifo Island Chronicles – 26 stories of characters residing, for various reasons, on a no-cost private hospice island. Some are dying; some are mourning; some are desperate for a chance to live.

  • By the end of the month, I knew that I want to use this source material to create a series of novellas. Each will contain between 2-5 interwoven story arcs. There will be some recurring characters, and themes and arcs may encompass more than one novella, although each will stand alone.

  • For each character, I have a brief character sketch, and a rough outline of their story arc. I can see many intersection points, and ways in which diverse characters will intertwine in various ways.

  • I have 17,915 words of story; and plans for much more. For each of my characters, I have one crystallized story that captures them and their conflicts.

Yes, it’s a long way from a completed series – or even one completed arc. But every project must begin somewhere – and I began with play, and now have a solid beginning.

And how about that group participation?

I discovered some wonderful blogs and bloggers during the challenge. This seems like a perfect time to introduce a few of my very favorites:

Badge of Honor!

Obviously, there’s lots of ideas and creative fodder here! =)

I’ve also picked up a few new blog followers, myself!

But, more importantly than the stories, or the camaraderie, or even the challenge, is the fun, the feeding my own creative life, the pouring forth of my daydreams…

Will I be back next year, for another take on this challenge?

Absolutely!

Enough about me – how about you? Have you undertaken a purposeful challenge, lately? What were your goals and hopes, going in? What inspired you? Did you get out of it what you wanted? Expected? Were there unexpected benefits?

I’ll brew up another pot with the new coffeemaker, and set out some tasty treats (we have muffins!). Why not tell us all about it? =)