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All These Thorns: The IDIC Romance for #STaD, September 30, 2015

Okay, here’s the deal…it’s the last day of Story a Day September. I’ve written a story a day all month, but haven’t been able to get them all revised and posted….besides, they’re awaiting a good home on a fan fiction site possibly yet to be determined…so, since I’ve got readers clamoring for more, and I’m going to need more time to give you all the hundreds of thousands of words I’ve written for Trip and T’Pol (no, I’m not even close to kidding about that – kidding is illogical)…

Here’s my September 30 story, lightly edited, thorns and all.

Warning! Definite spoilers for end of Season 4 episodes – “Bound”, “Demons”, and “Terra Prime”. I’ll come back and add links later – in a bit of a hurry now.

As always, I don’t own them, and I’m not taking money.

The Story a Day prompt was a brief paragraph:

Jeff  was walking to the parking garage after work when he comes upon a flower stand full of beautiful roses. Jeff decides to buy a dozen roses for his lover. 

I went more with the premise than the exact prompt, so that it would fit my fan fiction universe.

All These Thorns

Trip was coming out of the hydroponics gardens, his arms full of treasures, when he damned near ran into the Cap’n.

“Damn, damn, damn!”

“Trip?” Jon peered through the mass of petals, leaves, and thorns. Damn, don’t let him make the color association, and guess the reason.

Such silent pleas are illogical, t’hy’la. I believe you need what is commonly referred to as a ‘cover story’, “

Damn again. Having her in his head this way made it all but impossible to surprise her.

“Would you like me to leave?” The forlorness of her voice was punctured by the thorn in his side – or, rather, in front of him.

Trip?” Jon’s voice was sharper this time, tinged with worry, and, damn it all to hell, suspicion, too.

Yeah, it’s me,” he said to the Cap’n, before he could get more agitated, maybe order him to stay put. “Never and always touching and touched,” he whispered into her mind – or, at least, he hoped he had, or that she could pick it up. She was a hell of a lot better at this whole bond thing; even if she hadn’t known what she was doing when she did it, it was natural for her in a way it never would be for him.

“Are you planning on starting a flower shop?”

The not-quite lie popped into his mind as if by Vulcan magic…well, to be fair, she’d had a lot more practice with this type of thing, too….parsing words was second nature to her. “I wanted to give her roses – something beautiful, because a little girl should have that – and there was so little – “ Yeah, almost a lie, but not by a long shot, really. It broke open the pain, so that he could feel all these thorns tearing at him – at her, too. Damn, he needed to get back to her, but crying in the corridor with a double armful of fuschia roses wasn’t going to help him do that. “Sorry, Cap’n….didn’t mean to – “

“Hell, Trip – don’t apologize. I’m sorry – sorry about this whole damned mess. Paxton – he took your genetic material off my ship, used it to create a child, never asked either of you or even told you – used her – “

“I know all that.” Please, don’t let him go into a speech now – but,again, she fed him the seed of an idea, and it was true enough that he ran with it. “Listen, Jon – I’m kinda in a hurry. Promised T’Pol I wouldn’t be gone too long – “

“How is she? I tried to stop by earlier, to check on her, but she didn’t answer -”

“She’s planetside, Cap’n. Needed to be somewhere she couldn’t feel all this attention – you know how she is -”

“Trip – you didn’t leave her all alone down there?”

“No. Of course I didn’t!” Damn, the being parted was hard; he hadn’t meant to get mad. “Hoshi and Phlox are with her, and my parents. At the Vulcan Consulate, where she’s not forced to deal with way too many human emotions, all at once, in a small space.” It wasn’t by coincidence that humans weren’t welcome at the Consulate except by express permission, or that Trip didn’t tell Jon what their plans were for the hours until the memorial tomorrow evening….”Listen, Jon – I really did promise her I’d hurry. This thing – no one else can really understand…not the way I do – we’re her parents -”

Well, that did it. Trip Tucker, Chief Engineer of Enterprise, stood in the corridor outside Hydroponics and bawled like he was the baby.

Posted in A Round of Words in 80 Days, Challenges and Contests, Life Writing, Round Three 2015, ROW80 2015

Reflecting on Round Three: ROW80

Do you ever stare into a mirror so long that you don’t recognize the face that’s staring back at you?

Have you ever looked deeply looked your life, your goals…your soul, to see what’s reflected there?

I wrote that way back at the beginning of Round Three, when I set forth my goals. Now we’re a few days past the end of the round, and it’s time to take account of where I am on those goals.

I didn’t finish everything, and some things, like revisions and reviews, didn’t move forward very much at all. But, since my laptop died at the end of August, and I’ve been using a very elderly substitute, and summer is a busy time for our family, I’m well satisfied. I tend to set forth more goals than I can complete in 80 days, because I like moving forward in diverse areas.

Some of what I didn’t get to will carry over to Round Four, and some will be set aside for now, or longer.

Do you set forth periodic goals for yourself? How do you approach them? How do you feel when you complete a goal? When you don’t? I’d love to know!

Writing:

  • The IDIC Romance: Fit 2015 Story A Day May stories into existing, chronological Scrivener binder; fix continuity errors. Created chronological list of all 31 stories; created files for each; corrected continuity errors. Also wrote new stories for Story a Day September.

Editing:

  • Write1Sub1:  Complete “Slow Jazz Awakening” using Rock Your Revisions complete “Peach Liqueur Love” edits using Deep Revision, choose a market for “PLL”, and submit both. Choose final short story to revise in 2015. Revision and submission moving very, very slowly. 
  • Chameleon’s Dish; reread revised scenes and revision plan; complete revision of all plot and pinch points , using existing plan. 11/24 scenes left to reach this goal; Nothing done on this.  I’m not as interested in how long the revision takes, as in attention to the process. I expect to get faster and better with practice.

Social Media:

  • ROW80: Submit sponsor post; keep visits up-to-date. Success!
  • Blog Maintenance: Keep regular posting schedule, comments, and visits. I did well enough to claim this, despite a bit of lateness and laptop fail.
  • Blogging Action Plan: Revise plan; overhaul Lovely Chaos sidebar. Several changes to sidebar; more planned. Nothing new since July.
  • Share posts – mine, and others’: Share generously and variously as inspired! Did intermittently well with this – but I think a plan would help considerably.
  • Go on at least one social media adventure each week. Fizzled some when my laptop died, and browsing got a lot trickier.

Hometending:

  • Continue decluttering/beautification projects; in home and/or yard, five days weekly. Much better once the heat broke. Some major progress has been made here.
  • Homeschool Administration: Submit Annalise’s test results when received; develop IHIPs for 2015-2016, and submit fourth quarter reports and Jeremiah’s Peer Review Panel form once the quarter ends on July 31 (due September 15). Done – but the school superintendent had an issue with the Peer Review I will be addressing during the break.
  • Photo digitalization: Scan Arizona travel photos; save in organized files with backup. Carried over from last round…no new progress.

Lifetending:

  • Kindle ebooks by authors I know: Read 3, and write reviews for 5. Read 2; review for1. It’s progress.
  • NNWM local group: Attend write-ins regularly, and check in on the Facebook and Twitter groups as inspired. Complete three critiques. Gradually making the checking-in part of my social media routine. Two critique projects queued and waiting…and waiting…and waiting….
  • Meditation: Practice meditation four times a week. Experiment with five new techniques. Doing well with practice, meditating daily. 5/5 new techniques in play (t’ai chi, tai chi walking, eating, silent companionship, and mandala).
  • Starfleet: Fill out application and attend at least one USS Albany group meeting. Nothing yet.
  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, several times each week. A great big success – and I mean more than the goal. Time and connection are valuable commodities. =)

Selftending:

  • Make one hour of physical activity a part of every day; use phone app to track. I’m still erratic here; only getting an hour on days I go to t’ai chi or have some family activity planned. Remembering to use the phone app more frequently. Overall, I’ve been more active than at the beginning of the year.
  • Practice: Attend t’ai chi regularly; begin consistent at-home practice. I attended class most weeks, although at-home has been a bit hit-or-miss. I’ve been reading and expanding.
  • Intuitive Eating: Read and begin considering. Nothing new read. Pondering what I have read.

These goals are a part of Kait Nolan’s

ROW80 Writing Challenge!

 

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Just for Fun!, Life Writing, Novel Excerpts, Story a Day May Challenge, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing in Freedom

All the Way Open : The IDIC Romance for WIPpet Wednesday

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

Today’s the final day of Story a Day September, so here I am with the last set of opening paragraphs.

If any of them speak to you, let me know in the comments.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their franchise. Trip and T’Pol just demand that I write what they tell me to. I don’t cheapen that with money; this is all free!

There may or may not be spoilers for all kinds of things here. You’ve been warned; the choice is yours.

WIPpet Sorta- Math:

  • Today is September 30, 2015.
  • One opening paragraph for each day of the past WIPpet week (Thursday – Tuesday), with extras. Today’s prompt isn’t live yet; I’ll add it to next week’s WIPpet.

Such a Sad Smile”(complete micro-story): September 24, 2015

Halloween. Lizzie’s Sweet Sixteen party, and the groom never showed up – he was screwing her best friend. But she was so brave. She wore the dress and the veil, even threw the bouquet at midnight like they’d planned.Smiled all night, and never cried till everyone went home. Such a sad smile though- you remind me so much of her, sometimes, pepperpot. Both of you – toughing it out, while your hearts are broken and your souls shattered. Come here, let me hold you – both of you. Maybe hugs can’t make this better, but they can’t hurt, either.”

She and I” September 24, 2015

We’re no different, she and I.” A whisper, as a tear falls on the black and white of the hospital floor. Wave of sorrow, longing, sharp-edged grief …she’s being rolled under.

If She’s Dead” September 24, 2015

The father stands in the shallow water, holding a small blonde child. She struggles, staring out at another blonde head as it breaks the water’s surface. The father sets the child on her feet. She runs to the boy, who sweeps her up, laughing, lifts her high, arms spread as though she’ll take flight. Then he kneels. They’re on the same level. The girl points out at the ocean, and he nods.

The Monstrous More September 25, 2015

He never would have guessed that she had a monster living inside her. Sure, he’d seen her passions, knew she could lose that famous Vulcan control of hers, even knew it was a hell of a lot more likely to happen when they were alone together.

Are You Going to Eat That?” September 26, 2015

Eat, meat, treat, feat, greet – “

Lost, Found, Lost: September 27, 2015

Trip didn’t understand. She’d hurt him, somehow, and that was something she didn’t understand. She wanted to go back, to tell him she would attend Movie Night with him, stay the night if he wished, that she had no desire to ever be apart from where he was, even for the space of a single breath, and that his inanimate engines could never need him the way that she did.

We’d Better Hurry”: September 28, 2015

Trip had his hands full – of quietly trembling Vulcan, and all the things he felt for this maddening, frustrating, downright confusing woman. Less than six hours ago, she’d told him that she just plain didn’t have time for him. She was too busy with her precious Kir- whatever-the-hell-it-was-called to go to Movie Night with the likes of Charles Tucker the Third. Okay, not in those exact words, but her point was damned clear.

Too Close for Comfort: September 29, 2015

What the hell happened to them, Phlox? Why is Trip in Vulcan robes?”

Too Close for Comfort (Alternate Version): September 29, 2015

Trip rolled over, and reached for her….and found only cool sheets, not her hotter-than-human body.

So, do you have a favorite among these openings?

Is there one (or more) that doesn’t work for you?

Do any of these make you want to read the next paragraph?

Tell me which you like (one, two, more,all) and, I will post the next paragraph in the comments. Multiple votes get multiple paragraphs, and you can comment on those, too,! I’m willing to post as many as you’re eager to read!

I want to know what makes you want to read more, and also if there’s something that turns you off. All of the openings are on the rough side.

And, in case you missed them:

I’m serializing one of my stories, “Mission Accomplished”, over at #8sunday. You can read the current snippet, “Vulcans Don’t Scowl”, now, and the next segment goes live just after midnight on Sunday. There’s also a list so you can catch up, if you’re coming in late.

And, starting next week, something new here, too. What is it, you ask? Well, come on back next Wednesday and find out for yourself – you’ll get no spoilers from me! =D

In the meantime, get more  WIPpetty goodness, or add your own date-related excerpt, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet! It’s a WIPpet buffet!

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Going With My Flow for Mindful Monday

What happens when I become mindful of my personal energy, with all its natural ebbs and surges?

Last night, there was a full moon with a full lunar eclipse. I couldn’t write my ideas fast enough, and I’m still overflowing with bits of plot, segments of scenes, nascent plans for our home, and tantalizing snippets of dialogue. It’s also my Accomplice’s weekend, so there’s been a great deal of connection and conversation today. Several days of being up until well into the morning, sleeping just a few hours, and diving into the next day has led to a state of fatigue that suggests I’ll be asleep a lot earlier tonight….

As for everything else, even this blogpost, I’m more than a bit distracted. I’ll manage to get this post up by midnight, if I’m lucky…

I’m OK with that, because it’s my nature.

For the last few years, I’ve been aware that I have definite ebbs and surges of creative and physical energy. There are times when I need to be nesting, and most of my energy is spent in organizing, hoemtending, and yardtending. At other times, I need input, and I learn rampantly, taking in all the information I can hold.

Then there are the times when I’m so full of inspirations that the words and ideas flow out of me almost faster than I can breathe. These are the times when I know, beyond all doubt, that I will die before I can bring forth even a fraction of them.

Like a river flowing through its seasons, depleted in the summer, frozen in the winter, and swollen in the spring, my energy – creative and otherwise – has a flow and rhythm of its own, and it’s better if it isn’t dammed up or channeled.

I used to live a life dictated by outside schedules. During my off hours, I expected myself to make good use of those hours, and, when I wasn’t as productive as I’d hoped to be, I was very critical of myself. It choked off my creative impulses, and I stultified.

Over the last several months, I’ve realized that I’m at my most creative when the moon is new, and when it’s full. I tend to be up all night, writing, dreaming, scheming. Trying to go to bed early, or before morning, won’t work – my mind won’t turn off. It’s no use – the ideas are there, and I have to let them out. Have to. I pour out words, am inundated in plot tribbles, hatch grand plans for house and yard and family and life.

And then, a few days later, the surge ebbs, and I find myself more drawn to hometending, yardtending, adminstration – the more mundane maintenance parts of life. It’s not that I don’t write or create, but that the flow is mellower and more containable. It fits more comfortably into the fabric of my life, rather than carrying me along like a flash flood.

Why is this is valuable information to have about myself?

It helps me to arrange my goals mindfully, allowing the time and space for my own natural rhythms to be as they are. I can assess my to-do lists and goals, and, each day, and focus on those projects that best suit my energies for that day.

When I work with my natural flow, life is a smoother, happier, more pleasant affair. When I try to force myself into projects that don’t suit my energies, it’s a struggle to make headway against a powerful current. I need more energy to accomplish anything, and, often, the results are less than admirable. Sometimes that’s unavoidable, but, when I’m able to choose a more suitable time and space to address things, it helps tremendously to go with my natural flow.

How about you? Have you noticed that there are times of the day or the month that carry different types of energy, and that your creativity flows at different levels, at different points in time? Are there ways that you can use this self-awareness to approach the business of your life in a way more in keeping with your own natural rhythms? I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences!

For more Mindful Monday,

please visit Silver Threading. 

Posted in Life Writing, Second Serving Sunday

The Fertile Fall Edition: Second Serving Sunday

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

Are you ready for a Second Serving?

Life Stuff:

Last Week’s Edition: Creative Pause 

  • Another quietish week here. Sleep/wake cycles are more coordinated, but with a sleepover followed by the sniffles, both kids were inclined to stay closer to home, and our planned fall outings are still awaiting us. There was lunch with the boy, who went with me to the Y, and walks with my girl.
  • Saturday, they spent the evening visiting their grandparents, and having a great time with their cousins. They had what’s  likely their last outside swim of the season, and both were asleep soon after getting home.
  • My Accomplice and I are rearranging the living room, and we’re all spending more time there these days.
  • I’m having a surge in creativity as the moon approaches full. I’ve been up all night, writing and having lots of  little epiphanies. 
  • Round Three of ROW80 is complete, and we’re on hiatus until October 5.

 

Last week’s features:

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

  • Final Reflections: Is it the end, or is there ever really an end? Final Round Three 2015 update.

Eight Sentence Sunday:  The Blog Hop For Everyone Who Loves to Write!

  • “Wasting Time”: Trip and T’Pol have a job to do, and desires to share – so why are they arguing, when that’s just wasting time?

Mindful Monday:  Because Self-Awareness is Vital to My Joyful Life.

WIPpet Wednesday: Date-related WIP Snippets!

Coffee and Conversation: Grab a cup of something refreshing, and let’s chat!

  • The Miracle of Making Do:  When resources and needs don’t sync up, there is the potential for wonderful things to happen!

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday): A weekly prompt to free the mind, and the words!

Story A Day September: Because once a year isn’t enough, and Trip and T’Pol won’t wait!

  • Tunnel of Love”: Prompt: Character in a tunnel.T’Pol’s queries regarding a song title lead to a rather unexpected Vulcan/human standoff…complete with egg salad, tea, fascination and possibly some heavy blushing.
  • The Monstrous More:  Prompt: Fatal flaw brings disaster. T’Pol has a monster inside, and Trip’s afraid of being devoured by its need for moremoremore.

What’s Next:

  • Round Three of ROW80 is complete, but I don’t like to lose my Sunday/Wednesday rhythm, so I will be posting my Round Three Goals update later today or early tomorrow, and my September goals final update early Thursday morning, once the entire month is past.
  • The end of September will mean the end of Story a Day until next May, and the beginning of OctPoWriMo. I’ll shift from flash fiction to poetry in this tansitional season, and then to NaNoWriMo in November.
  • I’ll get started on our 2015-16 homeschool paperwork, and deal with a minor issue from last year’s reporting.

  • And, with circadian rhythms moving into better harmony, and health returned, there may be a trip to the New York State Museum, and possibly apple-picking, in our not too distant future.

This week, on the blog:

  • #8sunday: More “Mission Accomplished” from that delicious inter-species duo, Trip and T’Pol.
  • Mindful Monday: Going With Our Personal Flow.
  • ROW80 Updates: On Sunday and Wednesday, for the duration of the round.
  • WIPpet Wednesday: From The IDIC Romance; something different to sample.
  • Story a Day September: More new stories for The IDIC Romance.. A tough, smart Vulcan lady, and the tough, smart (and really brave!) human who loves her…Hopefully, I will get most or all published before the end of the month…if not, I’ll keep including them till they’re all accounted for!
  • OctPoWriMo: A month long exploration of and celebration of poetry. I’ll be writing (and roughly revising, I hope); a poem each day, all month long.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land: What Piqued My Interest This Week:

Two from Amy at Those Kennedy Women:

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That’s what I’ve been up to, and will be getting up to.

What about you? Anything exciting happening in your corner of the world?

Any Second Servings to offer?

(Yes, I’m a little nosy. Writer thing.)

If you want to satisfy my perhaps inappropriate curiosity,

drop a line, a link, or an image into the rectangular receptacle below –

or just pass around the serving platter!

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Novel Excerpts, Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Writing in Freedom

“Are You Going to Eat That?” The IDIC Romance for SoCS

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “-eat”, as it is, or with additions. 

This month, I’m playing SOCS a little differently, combining it with the Story A Day September challenge.  I’ve decided to follow the prompts there, too, and, to up the ante and try to placate that Vulcan lady and her favorite engineer,, every story will be another installment of The IDIC Romance. today’s prompt is The Secret …someone has one…does it get revealed, or not? How does it factor into the story?

Standard -Issue Disclaimer: I own none of them; I love all of them; I want no money for playing with them, or sharing….

Note: I envision this taking place early in the first season – somewhere around S1E8:“Breaking the Ice”.

This story is the latest installment of the “language barrier” arc that includes, “I, Eye, Aye,Sir?” and Zip, Zap,Whoosh, ZOOM!”. I love exploring how a Vulcan would perceive human language, and the further vagaries of English, that most convoluted and hybridized of languages….

So here they are….again. =)

Are You Going to Eat That?”

Eat, meat, treat, feat, greet – “

Try that last one again.”

Commander.”

Hello, ladies.” Trip smiled at the two dark heads side by side. They were facing the door, with matching datapadds and mugs of tea. For the first time, he noticed that they were a lot alike, these two. “You’re getting pretty cavalier about these purportedly ‘secret’ reading lessons, aren’t you? I could’ve been anybody.”

T’Pol knew it was you.”

“Oh, did you, now? And how did you know that?”

T’Pol lifted her mug and sipped. He was starting to get the idea that she did that when she needed a minute to come up with something, because she wasn’t about to give up her secrets. The whole damned species seemed to think that damned near everything was ‘classified’, and getting T’Pol to open up about anything was about like getting warp two out of that engine he’d made from soda cans when he was six….

There is a certain – energy – that precedes your arrival, Commander Tucker. Your kineticism tends to -displace – quiet and calm.”

Trip looked at Hoshi. “I think our Vulcan friend here just said I disrupt class.”

“I think she might have.” Hoshi was trying to stifle a giggle. T’Pol didn’t react at all, but that wasn’t exactly big news. Trip turned to the drinks dispenser, and ordered coffee. He surveyed the selection of fruit, and grinned when he saw plums. He chose two for himself, and grabbed a third for good measure.

He pulled up a chair at their table, even though the place was deserted except for the three of them, and sat down without asking.

Hoshi gave him a look that was half-warning and half-amused. T’Pol either ignored him, or did a damned good impression of it.

“Eat, meat, treat, feat, greet – I fail to see why you wished me to address the final word again, Ensign Sato. It follows the same pattern as the others in the series.”

“Visually, it does. But it’s not pronounced the same.”

“That is highly illogical.”

Trip wanted her attention. That was pretty damned illogical, too – when he had it, it almost always ended in an argument, and friction on both sides. Still, when she was focused on him, he felt pretty damned great – even if she was tripping up on that word…

As he started to juggle the three plums, Trip realized that it had been way too long since he’d slept. He’d gotten a whole batch of ideas for engine modifications, and had been in Engineering well before first shift, only leaving long enough to grab a bite. Maybe he shouldn’t stick around; he might get too obnoxious even for Hoshi.

Except now T’Pol was looking right at him. And she seemed interested.

Might as well play with fire – or a certain fascinating Vulcan….

Trip tossed a plum her way. “Catch, T’Pol.”

She caught the fruit effortlessly, flipped her wrist, and sent it back to him. Damn. Hadn’t known she could do that. He sent her another plum, kept the next, sent the third to her. She kept both, and juggled them without looking away from him.

Trip sent her the last plum, and she kept all three aloft for three rotations, then sent one back, then another. When Trip had two, he passed one back, and she sent one to him a beat later, and then they were juggling across the table, while Hoshi sat back and just grinned at them…

How the hell do you know how to juggle?!”

It’s a simple matter of physics, Commander. The skill is practiced by most Vulcan children, to improve the applied understanding of physics principles, and to refine coordination.”

She was so beautiful that he forgot what he was doing, and flubbed a plum. It thumped straight into his coffee mug, spraying liquid, and Trip jumped backwards to avoid getting a lap full of hot coffee.

T’Pol held the other two plums without comment.

“I think she’s practiced that more than you have, Commander,” Hoshi said. “Here, I’ll get you something to clean up with, since I’m pretty sure neither of us is your mother.”

“Sorry I was a disturbance in the Force,” Trip told T’Pol.

“The force?”

“Yup.” He knew she wanted to know; but it wasn’t like she didn’t make a habit out of keeping everyone else guessing. “Listen, about those words – that last one is supposed to rhyme with ‘ate’, Not ‘eat’. As in – ‘you ate sliced plum in a restaurant once’; not ‘are you going to eat that, or just juggle it?’”

She set the plum down on the table, very firmly. She was turning burnished copper, but she kept her eyes on the padd like what he said didn’t mean a thing to her. “Eat, meat, treat, feat – great? That makes no sense.”

“Welcome to humanity,” Trip told her, and took a big bite of the plum he held as Hoshi tossed him a rag. “Mmm, this plum is great. You really should try one.”

Will T’Pol eat a plum?

Will she and Trip ever juggle again?

Will Hoshi and Trip help T’Pol untangle her command of written English?

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing?

Come join in – there’s just a few simple rules.

Check out the #SoCS hashtag, or click here!

Posted in #8Sunday, Blogfest Entries, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Novel Excerpts, Sexuality and Erotica

“Vulcans Don’t Scowl”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Writers in many genres share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of their writing each Sunday. Participants encourage you to  read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

This week, installment #3 in my serialized flash fan fiction story, “Mission Accomplished”. We begin where “Wasting Time” ended.

Trip and T’Pol have a job to do…and other ideas on how to pass the time…and that’s proving to be quite a distraction for the human half of this duo…

Note: Rated PG-13 for language, suggested nudity, and, well, suggestiveness…Reader discretion is advised.

“Vulcans Don’t Scowl”

“Vulcans don’t scowl- “

“Bullshit. You’re wasting time.”

“These clues lack specificity, or corroborating evidence.”

Trip read it again. “It seems pretty cut and dried to me.”

She just stared at him over the rim of her mug, her scent saying things she didn’t need to put into words. The little stopwatch in the corner of the screen said that they’d been talking for three minutes and thirty-three seconds, already. Damn. By the smell of her, she could be naked now, and all over him, if the Cap’n hadn’t decided they needed these damned ‘team-building exercises’.

Is T’Pol scowling, or isn’t she?

Are the clues as cut and dried as Trip thinks?

How much time will they waste?

Will Trip get to play with a naked Vulcan tonight?

Will they ever complete this mission?

Come on back next week to find out!

Need to Reread?

I was a bit stymied by this prompt, at first. Mysteries aren’t my thing, really. But that ended up being in my favor, and I had a lot of fun figuring out how to deal with this the way Trip and T’Pol might, if they were feeling feisty…

One of the reasons I participate in challenges like Story A Day September is that they encourage me to think outside of my own head, and my own experience. Adding a personal challenge, like fitting all of these prompts into my fan fiction universe ups the ante.

More than that, it feeds my creativity and expands my perspectives for all of my writing, and on into the rest of life, too.

Of course, I also get to play with Trip and T’Pol! =D

And, now, the obligatory disclaimer:

Trip, T’Pol, and Trek: None of these are mine. No money pads my bank account; this is a labor of love.  Can I help it if these two unlikely lovers keep insisting I tell their stories? =)

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Warning: There’s a bit of rear view Vulcan nudity at about 2:40…but this might explain why they like to argue…..