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“Not a Damned Thing”: The IDIC Romance Freewriting Challenge

I was tagged for this nifty freewriting challenge by Kim Magennis.  I wrote my piece right away, but, as the kids and I were headed out on a camping trip hours later, and I hadn’t slept nearly enough, I set it aside – and then promptly forgot..

Now that I’ve settled back in, here it is, at last.

Kim’s topic was Unrequited Love, which, naturally, made me think of a certain Vulcan, and a certain often frustrated human…and so, I hereby present…

Disclaimer:

I don’t own these characters, or their franchise, and I’m not making any money from them.

Not a Damned Thing”

He stared at her, and wondered if she even remembered. Okay, he was staring at her backside, just the way he had when Henri took her to her table in Fusion – Trip wished he couldn’t remember exactly how long ago that was. Not because he didn’t want to remember that magical night when Miss Pointed Ears Under That Cowl stalked into his life, looking like a cross between a ninja, a dancer, and a Florida panther, but because it had put him through hell and back ever since, fantasizing about her.

None of those fantasies involved her standing there like she had a whole damned log up her ass, though, stiff and pretending like hell that she’d never seen him before, never stared into his eyes while she swayed to soft jazz, never opened the shutters he thought all Vulcans kept over their souls – their oh-so-logical souls – and damned near dragged him into her.

She stood there like he meant not a damned thing to her, like she’ d gone back into the Consulate and never given him even a second thought.

Well, two could play that game, couldn’t they?

Of course, it would be easier if she wasn’t wearing that damned perfume of hers, the one that seemed to shift and pulse through the Cap’n’s Ready Room, and through his body, straight to –

Down, boy!

He was so tempted to just stand up, stride the one and a half steps to her, spin her around, and tell her he wasn’t going to let her go until she told him what the hell she’d been up to that night, and why she was pretending that she hadn’t ever seen him before now.

But, if he did, Jon was gonna know there was something between them – or had been something, anyway – he’d sure as hell talked about the woman in the club that night, even dragged Jon back there, hoping to see her, wondering if his best friend the fancy starship Cap’n would pick up on the fact that the woman of his dreams wasn’t even human.

346words/10 minutes.

Time to fess up. Typing overtired and in the dark yielded scary results! Here’s the original:

He stared at her, and wondered if she even remembered. Okay, he was staring at her backside, just the way he had bwhen Henri took her to her table in fusion – Trip wished he couldn’t remember exactly how long ago that was. Not because he didnt’ want to remember that magical night when Mss Pointed Ears Under that Cowl stalked into his life, looking like a cross bwtween a ninja, a dancer, and a Florida panther, but because it had put him through hell and back ever since, fantasizing about her.

Nonw of those fantasies involved her standing tere like she had a whole damned log up her ass, though, stiff and pretending lke hell that she’d never seen him befoe, never stared into his eyes while she swayed to soft azz, never opened the shuttters he thought all Vulcans kept ober their souls – their oh-so-logical souls – and damned near dragged him into her.

She stood there like her meant not a damned thing to her, like she’ d gone back into the Consulate and never given him even a second thought.

Well, two could play that ganme, couldn’t they?

Of course, it would be easier, if she wasn’t wearing that damned perfume of hers, the one that seemed to shift and pulse throught the Cap’n’s Ready Room, and through his body, straight to –

Down boy!

He was so tempted to just stand up, stride the one and ahalf steps to her, spin her awrond, and tell her he wasn’t going to let her go until she told him what they hell she’d been up to that night, and why she was pretending that she hadn’t ever seen him before now.

But, if he did, Jon was gonna know there was something between them – or had been something, anyway – he’d sure as hell talked about the woman in the clud that night, even dragged Jon back there, hoping to see her, wondering if his best frined the fancy starship Cap’n would pik up on the fact that the woman of his dreams wasn’t evven humam.

Tag, You’re It! (no pressure, if you’re not into it!)

Rules (Paraphrased):

  1. Open a document in your word processor.
  2. Set a timer for 5 or 10 minutes – whichever challenge you prefer.
  3. Your topic is at the end of this post – DON’T SCROLL DOWN UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO BEGIN.
  4. Once you began writing don’t stop; even to edit.
  5. Leave spelling/grammar errors as-is (unless this makes you way too twitchy; then maybe share corrected and original versions, like I did).
  6. You may ignore punctuation and capitals, though it’s easier for others to read if you don’t!
  7. At the end of your post, add your word count/ time spent.
  8. Copy/paste the entire passage to your blog post, along with these rules.
  9. Tag bloggers who migh enjoy the game..
  10. Include a new topic for others to play with!

Ready, Set…

Your Topic Is….below this image!

Annalise as Nightmare Fairy.

Fantasy!

(topic provided by my 11 year old daughter, Annalise).

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

4 thoughts on ““Not a Damned Thing”: The IDIC Romance Freewriting Challenge

    1. I absolutely adore that portrait of her! When she’s older, and maybe less inclined to believe so wholly in the possibilities of making fantasies real, I’m going to be so glad I took that picture, and that we’ve indulged her fantasies as much as we are able…

      Can’t wait to see what you come up with! =)

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