Posted in Blogfest Entries, Challenges and Contests, Just for Fun!, Life Writing, NaNoWrimo, Novel Excerpts, Parenting, Sexuality and Erotica, Stream of Consciousness Saturday

SoCS : “Scents and Sensibility”

 

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt –this week’s is:

“Sense/scents/cents,” with a bonus word this week – “sent.” Choose one, use them all or simply write whatever comes to mind- it’s up to you!

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

I’ve got another 889 words, with a covert and sensory-rich observation…

Disclaimer: Spock, his family, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful even when I’m not logical!

Layered through the choking scent of the smoke were other odors. The stale accumulation of human perspiration, of bodies not washed and tended as well or as often as they might be. Sarek had heard the phrase, “the scent of desperation”, but, until he came here, he had not understood it, as he did not understand so many of the “sayings” that humans employed so often in their speech.

Now he thought that he might. If desperation could be sensed through olfactory capacity, it might well smell like this – a blending of smoke and sweat and far too much artificial scent, male musks and female florals, presumably in some largely unsuccessful attempt to cover the lack of basic hygiene. Alcohol, in many varieties, and in vast quantities. Pheremone releases, strange to his Vulcan perception. The old spoor of vomit, tainted with the copper tang of human blood.

Sarek sat with alcohol before him, leaning over the glass, hands wrapped around it, hunched into his clothing, in conscious imitation of every other man in this establishment-

And then, the door swung open, admitting light and life and freshness.

A handsome young couple, clad in black chased with green the precise shade of Vulcan blood, Vulcan passion. They had arms wound round one another, and both wore smiles, emitted reckless laughter, and exuded careless sexuality.

“Well now, Dragon and Thistle – it’s about time you two got here to show the old drunks a thing or two they’ve forgotten. Will it be the usual?”

“It will indeed.” The young man placed money on the counter; Sarek couldn’t tell the amount, from this distance, but the bartender’s grin said that he had been most generous. Resources were not a problem for this young man- his paternal family had had an abundance before civilization dawned, on this world. Sarek had done nothing to deny him the birthright.

Spock – or Dragon, as he seemed to be known here, smiled at his companion as the bartender took up the money, and set about gathering materials. She stood up on her toes, her body pressing against his in a clinging manner – and, in that instant, Sarek recognized the girl from the strip club, the one with whom Spock had indulged in a sensual game. The kiss was lengthy, and both seemed left breathless and even more aglow in their desires, when it ended. “Dance with me, my Thistle,” the young man said, and then they were moving gracefully across the floor in the small central space between tables, although there was no music –

But there was. Sarek could hear it now – the music of Souldance, resonating through the air, accessible to anyone with telepathic sensitivities. And, amidst all the scents of decadent and dissolute humanity, there rose a new scent; the scent of Vulcan arousal pheremones – Vulcan, spiced with human. Spock’s hands, trembling slightly, curved to conform with the shape of the woman’s body, slipped down her back, to her hips, bringing her in close, pressing and molding her as their bodies swayed.

“All set,” said the bartender, indicating a tray upon which two bottles of green alcohol, two uniquely shaped goblets, and a small carafe. The young man known here as Dragon thanked the man graciously, and carried the tray to a table only three from Sarek. They didn’t look around them; their focus seemed to be on the tray, and a small flat container that the woman withdrew from her flowing cloak.

Their gazes met, and both smiled – Sarek, pretending to stare into his own glass, was fascinated with the way it transformed the young man’s face, made him sensual and far more human. He wore the expression most naturally, the emotion conveyed also in his eyes, as he opened the bottle and poured. A new scent rose to color the others; human seeds he recognized – anise and fennel, and other scents he didn’t know.

The young woman opened her case, revealing two ornate spoons – a dragon, and a thistle. The liquid was a vivid green, and Sarek was reminded of the dream. The woman withdrew several small wrapped cubes. “One, two, or three, my love?”

A brow tipped, and a slow smile spread. “I wish to indulge in all you have to offer, this day, my Thistle.”

“Then three.”

“Oh, my,” the woman breathed, exhibiting the same arousal signs Sarek knew so well in his own wife. “You’ll have me all hot and bothered before we even take our first dose, my sexy Dragon.”

“That is my intent, my Thistle.” He drew her near, and kissed her with depth and Vulcan thoroughness.

Sarek sipped at the drink; he did not care for the taste, but it was a means to an end. The young woman unwrapped the cubes, and Sarek’s nose caught the distinct, intoxicating smell of sugar, which the woman balanced on the spoons. She made an adjustment to the small carafe, and then the two of them passed it between them, fingers dancing together in an adapted ouz’hesta. They dripped water onto the sugars, which dissolved, and dripped through the spoons –

Sarek watched with covert fascination as the liquid turned the alcohol a translucent white, releasing a variety of scents, spiraling into the exact color he had seen in his dreams.

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

Join in or read more SoCS posts here! 

OK, this just makes me chuckle…and there’s some truth in it, too!

Posted in Just for Fun!, Life Writing, Parenting, Unschooling

#SparkleFriday, With the Kids at a Toy Store

Are you tired of the Black Friday hype? Have you sparkled lately?

I’m not sure about where you live, but here in upstate New York, the “Black Friday” push started over a week before Thanksgiving…way too early for us, even with a generous dose of snow to beautify Wednesday, and give a Christmasy feel to things. I’m not a fan of the rush to buy, buy, buy, and I tend to balk when marketers try to get me to do it on their schedule. Coercion isn’t big in my world…

But a few weeks ago, my friend August McLaughlin came up with a wonderful idea that sparked my holiday cheer – #SparkleFriday. What’s that, you say?

Glad you asked! It’s a simple idea, really. Here’s what August has to say about it:

Many of our friends and most of our relatives live thousands of miles away. *cue Beatles music* So in lieu of a conventional housewarming party, we’re asking our family and friends—including you!—to join us virtually in an act-of-kindness celebration. We’ve chosen Black Friday, a day on which it’s easy to get caught up in or disgruntled by commercialism, figuring we could all use some added cheer.

Here’s how you can participate:

Between now and 11/28, conduct an act of kindness.

On 11/28, share a description and/or a photo on Instagram, Facebook and/or Twitter using the hashtag #SparkleFriday. (Writers, feel free to post yours on your blog!)

Check out others’ posts by searching for the hashtag on the 28th—sharing, liking/favoriting and commenting on your favorites.

Pop back to my blog the following week where I’ll share highlights and give away prizes for the most creative, impactful and entertaining acts!

See? Simple, sparkly, and powerful!

We decided to make an event of a donation to Toys for Tots, with Jeremiah and Annalise each choosing a nice gift that would add a little sparkle to another child’s Christmas of Hanukkah.

Below, in images and captions, is our happy foray into a seldom-explored realm for our family- a big toy store on Black Friday. I was not only thrilled to see the consideration the kids put into the gifts, but the happy way they interacted with others along the way. It’s also interesting to me to see the way their approach to toy stores has changed, since they were little…and that led to the realization that, in what might seem like the blink of an eye, to me, toy stores aren’t going to hold nearly the same allure for either of them.

But today, these growing-up kids gave me a #SparkleFriday, and now we all want to share it with you!

A bit of exploration and debate…

 

Jeremiah chooses a physics-oriented gift…

 

Annalise chooses some scary fashion!

 

Anonymous Donor?

 

#SparkleFriday is for sharing, and scaring!

 

A little #SparkleFriday in our cart….

 

A Helpful #SparkleFriday Spirit.

 

A double shot of generosity…

 

Giving with her whole self!

 

#SparkleFriday grin!

I hope you enjoyed watching this as much as we did living it!

If you missed #SparkleFriday, why not commit an act of kindness today, tomorrow- or anytime? You’ll add a little more of this to the world!

A JOYful August!
Posted in Blogfest Entries, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Life Writing, Sexuality and Erotica, WIPpet Wednesday

WIPpet Wednesday: Thanksgiving Night Terror

 

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

I’ve got something a little special today… here in America, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I thought I’d share another scene that didn’t quite make it into the current draft of my WIP…but, if you don’t want to know what goes on with TnT a little more than three years down the road….

 

DON’T READ THIS WIPpet!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 26, 2014.
  • My simple non-math: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so here’s a treat for the season: 762 words.

This story is an add-on scene for the Season 3 episode: Harbinger”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. It takes place some time after this scene, in the aftermath of lovemaking.

She was crying, and still quivering, and, at the same time, the corners of her mouth tugged up a tiny bit, and it transformed her face…I kissed the tears, noticing my blood on her lips, and kissed it away. Her eyes were incandescent, her soul laid bare, vulnerable, as she touched and explored – the wildness seemed to have faded, at least a little, but she explored as thoroughly as though I was a Sphere, or some other scientific mystery to be solved. She said nothing, still, but I could feel her – lost in feeling, in something that felt halfway like a dream.

I wanted to stay- wanted it more than I had wanted anything- wanted to sleep with her and wake up with her, so I could know for sure that this wasn’t all some elaborate and wonderful dream…

Want me to go?’

Go?”

I pried an eye open. “I’m half asleep. If you want me out, I’d better go now, or you’ll be stuck with me.”

Will you stay?” Her lip trembled; as though she was afraid I would leave her alone.

You bet I will. Come here – let me hold you.”

She curled into me, reminding me of a cat. Damn, she fit so well up against me, her breast pressed in against my side, her head on my chest. “ I can feel your heart. I believe I know the nature of revenge,” she said, almost as though she was talking to herself. “So perhaps we are not so different….”

It seemed to have some meaning, maybe even to hold a warning- but I was tired from a long day and a strenuous night, and I couldn’t think….

**

Sharp, panting breaths, and something – someone? – struggling against me, in my arms…

Her scent and her voice, at once.

If you prick me, I will bleed. My blood is not red. I am not as you; not human. My blood is green, and hot, and swift, and holds more passions than your slow cool blood could ever know.”

I understood every word; but there was something strange in them. Her body was rigid, tense, quivering.

When you breathed in my ear, it tickled. It tickled, but I did not laugh. I have never laughed. But Corporal Cole is ticklish, and laughs.  Perhaps I can’t laugh.”

It clicked. Lizzie had had night terrors, when she was small. She would go stiff, like this, and holding her, trying to hug her, only caused her to fight.But T’Pol had said Vulcans guided their dreams, hadn’t she?

T’Pol? Hey, T’Pol?”

I loosened my grip, and she got up without aknowledging me, to stand, naked and half crouched, ready for an attack, light on the balls of her feet. But her eyes were open wide, unblinking and unknowing. She was somewhere else, in her mind – somewhere with Shakespeare.

If you wrong us, do we not revenge? You have been wronged- but you seek more than revenge. Did she hurt me? Not knowingly, no….but she hurt me, when she touched you… Trip!”

I’m right here.” I didn’t know if she could here me, but Lizzie had, sometimes, enough to come back from wherever she’d been.

If you prick me, I will bleed. Bleed – blood on the walls. Passion green. Fresh – get me out! Trip. So much blood; too much blood….blood of my people…”

She sagged to the floor, holding her knees, rocking, staring, sweating- like she’d been, that first few days after Seleya...

We’d all thought she’d recovered – but this looked like a flashback.

I trusted my instincts and went to her, leaning in close to her ear, knowing she might hurt me if she thought I was a threat. “T’Pol, you’re safe. Breathe.”

I placed my hands in the first posture she’d taught me, and I felt her start to breathe into it, as I slowly increased the pressure.

She came back to herself quickly. “Perhaps we’d be more comfortable on the bed.”

You’re probably right, but this is where you were. T’Pol, how long have you been having night terrors?”

Night terrors?”

I knew her well enough to know she was evading the question. “You know what I mean. How long?’

It’s irrelevant.”

No, it isn’t. If you won’t answer, that means you don’t want me to know. That means too long. How often?”

She looked uncomfortable. “They recur.”

That really doesn’t answer the question, now does -”

Tactical Alert. Senior Staff, to the Bridge.”

That is us.” She shifted to duty mode, as though she hadn’t just been through some private hell.

That’s it – hope you enjoyed it! =D May your day be filled with things to be grateful for!

 

 

Posted in A Round of Words in 80 Days, A Round of Words in 80 Days 2014, Challenges and Contests, Life Writing, NaNoWrimo, Parenting, Round 4 2014, Unschooling

Thankful for my Wordy Nest: November 26, 2014

Wanna ROW with us?

Have you ever been so wrapped up in your own imagination that you feel a little disoriented when life pulls you out? Like real time is the fantasy, and story time the reality?

I’ve always been something of a dreamer – a “what-if” kinda girl. And right now, the flow of my wondering wanderings is swift and sure and strong – and I feel a little tossed about and bereft when I emerge from those depths, and see my external life around me…

Maybe that’s one reason why we unschool – because this is a home made for imagining, noodling, and what-iffing. I fit right in here, in a way I never did in my childhood home, or my family of origin, or at school. And my imaginative, what-iffing, noodling Accomplice and the two imaginative, what-iffing, noodling people we made together fit right in with me.

And, as NaNo winds down, and the reality in my head blends with the reality of my life, I am very thankful for that!

And for fellow readers and writers, imaginers, what-iffers, and noodlers around the world who understand what the bleep I’m talking about! =D

How about you? Is there something you’re especially thankful for?

Noodling with Shakespeare and a pink mustache!

November Focuses:

  • Complete rough draft of The Earth Doth Move (NaNo 2014). Goal being adapted; see below.

  • All fitness and nutrition goals.

  • Maintain blogging goals.

Target Attained:

2014 Hometending:

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

  • 237/333.
  • Not so much the last few days; things have been busy in other ways.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

  • Reviewed and adapted November blogging plans.

2014 Lifetending:

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

  • Took Annalise swimming, and, well, the other one is private!

2014 Fitness:

At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.

  • Spent time in sprucing up the house Sunday.

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

  • I took Annalise swimming on Monday. I was her Mommy horse in training, and I got a GOOD workout!

Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

  • Swimming with Annalise.
  • 2/ 2 excursions complete.

2014 Nutrition:

  • Drink one glass/bottle of water each day.

Maintain existing nutrition goals ( yogurt; soup).

  • 2/2 Greek yogurt.

  • Vegetable pesto soup.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

Noodling with a horse skull…

On Target:

2014 Blogging:

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

  • These have been sporadic, and will be until NaNo is finished, I think, because the story owns me, at the moment, and my family has dibs on my physical presence and what’s left of my mind…

  • I “owe” a C and C post, which I plan to write later today.

2014 Writing:

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

  • Current Chapter: 9/20

  • Current Scene: 33/60

  • Word Count: 127,838/~200,000

  • New Words: 22,354

  • New Pages: 41

  • The story keeps stretching. I’m past the 125K I thought it would take; and only just past the halfway point. So, a new goal:

  • Complete first draft of The Earth Doth Move by December 31, and writing at least 2,000 words daily.

2014 Hometending:

Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

  • Much magnet progress; some general stuff.

2014 Lifetending:

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

Continue my FutureLearn class, Exploring Play, until finished.

  • Still at 38% complete. Week 3/7. Class ended; nothing new.

2014 Fitness:

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

  • Not specifically, but I did carry a 100 plus pound girl on my back for 10-15 minutes, making several laps of the pool.

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

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

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

  • Skipped the track this week.

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

  • Skipped.

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

  • Skipped these this week.

2014 Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (nuts; grains).

  • 1/ 2 nuts (macadamias).

  • 2/3 grain (whole grain bread).

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads).

  • 4/5; 3 salads; 1 blueberry/pomegranate smoothie.

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

  • 5/3; extra veggies on a sub; romaine and avocado on a BLT; clementines; banana; raw carrot/ranch dip.

Noodling with the laws of physics; for fun.

Not Yet:

2014 Blogging:

  • Build blogging queues.

2014 Hometending:

  • Complete the family room reset.

  • Continue the massive kitchen reset.

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

2014 Lifetending:

2014 Fitness:

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

2014 Nutrition:

Noodling with history through fashion.

So now, it’s a snowy Wednesday, and my Accomplice has an extra day off, because we’re expecting several inches.  It feels like a mellow, restful day of imagining, what-iffing, and noodling.  Tomorrow, we’ll head out to a buffet, and have another playful day together.

May you have many things to be thankful for, this week and always. If you’re so inclined, drop me a line and don’t forget to   cheer on other ROWers here!

Assorted Noodling, Simultaneously.
Posted in A Round of Words in 80 Days, A Round of Words in 80 Days 2014, Challenges and Contests, Life Writing, NaNoWrimo, Round 4 2014, Writing in Freedom

Nest of Absinthe and Thistle?: November 24 2014

 

Come ROW with us! =D

How do you know that you’re a writer?

No, I don’t mean just that you write, so, obviously, you’re a writer. I don’t mean all the drifts and banks and tides of words you create. I’m not even talking about the things that you’ve published.

I’m talking about those moments when you know, deep down, that you’re doing something most people wouldn’t be doing, in a way they might not be doing it – purely for the sake of your current project.

Like staying up all night writing, and then, at 6am, losing myself in researching absinthe. No, I’m not looking to start experimenting with this fascinating alcoholic beverage Despite my intrigue, it contains both anise  and fennel – and I strongly dislike those flavors.

But my main character does experiment – and then absinthe becomes a moving force in his life.

And so, there I was, learning about the composition of absinthe, its effects (known and rumored), the ritual of preparation and variants of that, its history, and the equipment used to perform the ritual…

Including those beautiful spoons…yes, I’m swooning for those spoons! They led me to the thought that the spoons used in my character’s version of the absinthe ritual might be symbolic-

Which meant that at 7am, I was researching thistles…

And that is how I know I’m a writer! How about you?

“Green Muse” -Albert Maignan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

And now, on to the ROWing!

November Focuses:

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

  • All fitness and nutrition goals.

  • Maintain blogging goals.

Target Attained:

2014 Hometending:

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

  • 161/333.
  • Still well under my comfort level, definitely slowed down as the writing steps up.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

  • Reviewed and adapted November blogging plans.

2014 Lifetending:

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

  • Two slips outstanding.

2014 Fitness:

  • At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.
  • Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week.

2014 Nutrition:

  • Drink one glass/bottle of water each day.

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

  • 2/2 Greek yogurt.

  • 3/ 2 nuts (sea salted cashews; salted almonds).

  • 4/3 grain (whole grain bread; corn flakes; corn taco shells; whole wheat wrap).

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

  • 5/3; sub with veggies; veggie/shrimp tacos; clementine; snap peas; veggie wrap.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

By SDC (Copied from the English Wikipedia.) [see page for license], via Wikimedia Commons

In Progress:

2014 Blogging:

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

  • Sharing hasn’t been great, and this post is late. I’ve been writing, writing, writing!

2014 Writing:

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

  • Current Chapter: 8/20

  • Current Scene: 30/60

  • Word Count: 105,729/~125,000

  • New Words: 31,194!

  • New Pages: 58!

2014 Hometending:

  • Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

2014 Lifetending:

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

Continue my FutureLearn class, Exploring Play, until finished.

  • Still at 37% complete. Week 3/7. Nothing new this time…writing.

2014 Fitness:

Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

  • 1/ 2 excursions complete.
  • Second excursion planned for Monday.

Use Wii Fit at least 3 days weekly, for a minimum of ten minutes.

  • Friday: 10 minutes.
  • 2/3 sessions.
  • Weekly workout at the Y;4 weight-bearing exercises/machines for arms/legs/core weekly.
  • Treadmill: 18 minute mile, walking/jogging; using “Rolling Hills” Program.
  • Build to one half mile walking/jogging on the track each week.
  • Recumbent bike: 8 miles in 30 minutes, using an interval program.
  • Add time on elliptical, arc trainer, and/or rowing machines: goal is 10 minutes on each, at least twice monthly.

2014 Nutrition:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads).

  • 3/5; all salads.

By Eric Litton (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Not Yet:

2014 Blogging:

  • Build blogging queues.

2014 Hometending:

  • Complete the family room reset.

  • Continue the massive kitchen reset.

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

2014 Lifetending:

2014 Fitness:

  • Work up to 2 miles, at any speed for the second mile.
  • Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

2014 Nutrition:

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

Pablo Picasso, 1901-02, Femme au café (Absinthe Drinker), oil on canvas, 73 x 54 cm, Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia.jpg
Pablo Picasso, 1901-02, Femme au café (Absinthe Drinker), oil on canvas, 73 x 54 cm, Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia

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Posted in Blogfest Entries, Challenges and Contests, Just for Fun!, Life Writing, NaNoWrimo, Second Serving Sunday

Second-Serving Sunday: Instant Plot Twist – Just Add Absinthe Edition

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

Okay, maybe I should explain that title up there, and add a disclaimer…

I’ve never tried absinthe, and although I’ve been fascinated by it for decades, I have no current plans to. I have children, and they need me, and what I’ve read and heard from people I know who have tried it, it’s too intense for where I am in my life, especially since I indulge in alcohol of any kind less than a handful of times in a typical year…

That doesn’t mean that I’ll never try it. It won’t be that many more years before my kids are grown enough that they don’t need us in the same way…but today isn’t a ‘will she or won’t she” post.

Rather than debate, one of my characters leapt without looking at all, and the new absinthe in his life has led to all manner of new plot twists – and a LOT of words…seriously – a lot.

What about you? Have you ever tried something that seemed remarkable? Absinthe? Skydiving? Petting a tiger? Something completely different? If you’re a writer, do you throw you characters off the limb in ways the reader might not expect? Do you love seeing your character discover a new side of him/her/itself as it adjusts to the change?

Or is that my own particular brand of fun writerly madness? Drop me a line and clue me in – I promise I’ll get caught up on comments after NaNo! ;D

“Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh. Courtesy Wikimedia and Google Art Project.

And now, on to the week’s goodies!

Recently at shanjeniah:

Second-Serving Sunday: NaNoWinMo Edition!

And now, last week’s features…

Coffee and Conversation:

WIPpet Wednesday:

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

  • Intoxication and Intimacy: In a NaNo -oriented SoCS post, a young half-Vulcan cadet named Spock learns some new ways of connecting…using the prompt “IN”, and legal intoxicants.

ROW80 Updates:

What’s Next:

My writing plan for November:

  • Complete a rough draft my NaNoWriMo project, The Earth Doth Move, another Star Trek: TOS/Enterprise crossover fan fiction the companion novel to my fantasy WIP,Blood and Breath. I’ve written many many words, and the story is surprising me with every scene. Into the second set of pinch points, sailing toward Act Three!
  • Complete the review I promised a fellow writer a few weeks back, so it doesn’t get lost in the NaNo madness…I drafted this last Tuesday. I will revise as needed and post it to Amazon this Tuesday. =)

And on the blog:

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

  • My research on absinthe led me to these lovely absinthe spoons. Whether I ever balance sugar on them or not, these little masterpieces were a feast for my eyes.
  • It’s NaNo Time! At the end of the month, I’m going to treat myself to a cool NaNo poster!
  • Van Gogh was an absinthe fan. In his honor, I offer this domino tribute video!

Life Stuff:

  • Tomorrow, the kids and I are going to celebrate a bit of unseasonably warm weather by going for a swim, and maybe a walk at a park or playground.
  • Tuesday, there’s another NaNo Write-In, and Thursday, we’ll celebrate my Accomplice having the day off, and go to a local buffet restaurant, where everyone can eat what they like, since half the members of our family aren’t fans of traditional Thanksgiving fare…
  • And then, I write like a madwoman till the end of the month! BWAHAHA!

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SoCS : “Intoxication and Intimacy”

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt –this week’s is in.

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

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

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

Disclaimer: Spock, his family, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful even when I’m not logical!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mentioned a secret, Darna.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

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