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Chance Encounter for #StaD May; Day Ten

Hello there, and welcome to my Story a Day May “Show My Work” post! This is where I give you a sneak peek into how I’m creating two (very short, and very different) stories, every day this May. Yep, that’s right; less than 24 hours from my first reading of the prompt to a committed story, even if I’m not quite that fast at posting them!

Ready to read?

Well then, what are we waiting for?

Story A Day May 10 prompt,  is from Sarah Cain,  the author of the Danny Ryan political thrillers, The 8th Circle and One By One.

The Prompt:

The chance encounter. Have you ever run into someone you know when you look grubby? Or maybe you see an old boyfriend at Starbucks. Or perhaps, as in Alfred Hitchcock’s famous Stranger’s On a Train, you run into a stranger who offers to do you a service, like murder, in return for you returning the favor. Think of a chance encounter that could leave you shaken, stirred, or in deep trouble.

Main Project Premise:

  • Ophelia recounts the story of her parents’ first meeting.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • While attempting to settle an agitated Marilyn, Ophelia “makes up” a love story – but it’s actually a very thinly veiled account of their father’s first meeting with her mother – a sweet and touching tale of a tiny social tragedy and what it sparked. She doesn’t tell her sister that this is the story of her own conception.

My Favorite Bit of Rainbow Sprinkles:

He calls her ‘The Pot of Gold at the End of The Rainbow Sprinkles.”

Side Project Premise:

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

  • Trip wanders off into bittersweet dreams of a chance encounter with a Vulcan Surprise Package.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • Trip’s finally getting some sleep, now that Lizzie got him good and drunk. And who’s waiting for him in Dreamland? Why, his beautiful, cowled Vulcan Surprise Package, of course – sitting there at the table in the corner like Vulcans visited jazz clubs every Tuesday night!

Word List:

Prompt Word Donors kitndavj:

  • Mist

  • Man Cave

  • Role play

  • Stitching

  • Parchment

  • Muster (like rounding up animals)

  • Gooey Cream Filled Eclair

  • Corona

  • Pleasure Knot

  • Overproof Rum

  • Thought Diary

  • Illustrated

  • Oriental Lily

  • tortuous

  • Flaming

  • Seared

Favorite Bit from An Oriental Lily”:

Trip wanted a man cave to hide in, but all he’s got is Jon’s couch. But Lizzie had gotten him good and drunk on overproof rum and Corona. “Dream of that gooey cream filled eclair you’re pretending you’re not mooning over.”

To see the drabbles in sequence, as they post, visit my fanfiction.net page! 

And, if you’d like to learn more about Julie Duffy and Story A Day May, click the links and learn away!

Posted in Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Story a Day May Challenge, Writers' Resources, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

“An Oriental Lily”: #StaD May; Day Ten


The Prompt:

  • The chance encounter. Have you ever run into someone you know when you look grubby? Or maybe you see an old boyfriend at Starbucks. Or perhaps, as in Alfred Hitchcock’s famous Stranger’s On a Train, you run into a stranger who offers to do you a service, like murder, in return for you returning the favor. Think of a chance encounter that could leave you shaken, stirred, or in deep trouble.

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

Kitndavj:

  • Mist

  • Man Cave

  • Role play

  • Stitching

  • Parchment

  • Muster (like rounding up animals)

  • Gooey Cream Filled Eclair

  • Corona

  • Pleasure Knot

  • Overproof Rum

  • Thought Diary

  • Illustrated

  • Oriental Lily

  • Tortuous

  • Flaming

  • Seared

And now I offer you…

“An Oriental Lily”

Trip wanted a man cave to hide in, but all he’s got is Jon’s couch. But Lizzie had gotten him good and drunk on overproof rum and Corona. “Dream of that gooey cream filled eclair you’re pretending you’re not mooning over.”

“She’s no eclair. She’s an Oriental lily…” Couldn’t muster more thoughts; sleep pulled him into his illustrated parchment thought diary; the role play of his dreams. She ran through mist, stitching new threads into his soul, tying them with pleasure knots of desire. She was seared into him, a flaming flower, a tortuous dream he might never see again.

Will Trip’s dream be a pleasant one?

Will he ever encounter her again?

Will Lizzie figure out who his “Oriental lily” is?
Is Trip shaken, stirred, in deep trouble – or all of them?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another 100 word installment, or visit the brand-new fanfiction.net series link!

 

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Rainbow Sprinkles for Story A Day May; Day Ten

Public Courtesy Warning: This story has some adult language and references, and might not be suitable for work or reading where younger kids might peek over your shoulder.

“Rainbow Sprinkles”

“Tell me a story.”

Marilyn knows she’s begging. She knows she’s acting like a child, making her own sister – her younger sister – take care of her.

And it wasn’t even like Ophelia is really and truly her sister. She’s only half – because Dear Old Daddy couldn’t keep it the hell in his pants or boardshorts, or whatever the hell it was they wore in fucking Hawaii, where he’d told Mom he had “business” – but the “business” turned out to be putting his into Ophelia’s Mom’s, even though he was already married and had a little girl he pretty much ignored…

Maybe Ophelia needs to pay for that. Maybe it’s only fair.

Maybe Marilyn doesn’t even care.

“Tell me a story!” She demands it this time.

“What kind of story?” Ophelia sounds so damned sweet, but it was her who took Dear Old Dad away from her. And Mom, too. What Marilyn is now – that’s her fault. If she’d never been born, Mom never would have known.

Life would be perfect.

“One that’s sweet and romantic and has a happy ending.” If she can’t get perfect one way, she’ll get it another.

“All right….let me think….okay, there’s this girl on the beach. She’s young – your age, I guess. Maybe a little younger. Say between you and me. She’s happy – she’s just out of school for the summer, and she got really good grades. She’s got two weeks off before she starts her summer job, and she’s going to meet a friend on the beach for ice cream cones, something they do the last day every year.”

Ophelia stops, her eyes closed. Marilyn can’t tell if she’s making it up, remembering something she’s heard about, telling her own story, or even if she’s fallen asleep. She nudges the other girl with her foot. “What comes next?”

“Oh – sorry. I got distracted. Okay, where were we? Well, her friend was late. She’d just gotten her license, see, and she had a minor accident. Nobody was hurt, and she just dinged her bumper, but it made her late enough to get stuck in traffic – lots of other people had the same idea about that beach that day.

“So this girl was alone. Her friend said she should go ahead and have ice cream; she wasn’t going to feel like company once she got out of this mess. She was disappointed, but that’s what she did, because her friend said that’s what would make her happiest.

“She’s just gotten a double scoop pistachio – her favorite – with extra rainbow sprinkles. Those aren’t her favorite – but they are her best friend’s, and it feels like a nice way to include her and brighten up the day.”

“She’s had exactly three licks and one nibble before someone bumps her from behind – a little boy in a hurry to get his own end-of-school-year treat.”

Ophelia goes quiet again – Marilyn jumps a little. She forgot it was just a story – her sister is a really good storyteller. She can taste the ice cream cold and smooth, the pistachios natural and an earthy counterpoint to the mild sweet, and the strangeness of the rainbow sprinkles that would of course go everywhere…

“Then what happpens?”

“The little boy bumps her, and her cone jolts right out of her hand – and lands upside down on the foot of a sandaled boy. She’s so embarrassed, she wants to run away, but she’s too polite to do that while he’s wearing her ice cream. So she looks up at him – and he’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen. And he’s smiling at her. She manages to mumble that she’s sorry, but he just laughs, and bends down to help her clean up the mess of ice cream. The rainbow sprinkles are everywhere – and, when their hands touch, it’s magic.

“Once they’ve cleaned up as much as they can, he buys her a new cone, and they talk and talk and talk – all night, and into the next morning, without ever leaving the beach.” Ophelia makes a little swipe at her eye. “He calls her ‘The Pot of Gold at the End of The Rainbow Sprinkles.”

“And did they live happily ever after?”

Ophelia sighs. She opens her eyes, but they’re still faraway, on a beach somewhere. “Let’s say they did. That every day was as sweet as that ice cream, and the nickname.”

That’s when Marilyn knows.

Her sister’s not making up a story.

That’s how Ophelia’s Mom met Dear Old Dad.

Is Marilyn right about Ophelia’s story?

How close to the truth is the story?

What happens next?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another installment, and we can explore this new story seed together!

Posted in Blog Hops and Fests, Fan fiction, Star Trek: Enterprise, Weekly Features, WIPpet Wednesday, writing, writing prompts, Writing Sample

In Serious Danger 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt

Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!

So, the good news: While Story A Day May flash fiction and fan fiction drabbles are top priority this month, I’ve also added almost 1,500 words to my “dangling” fantasy epic volume, Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn #2), which is nearing its climax and I have a better idea how and why that climax will play out.

In less good news, it’s been a bit of a rough week. My Accomplice and I argued, it’s been cold and damp, and Mother’s Day is around the corner (I love my children – all three of them. Being able to be part of only two of them growing into adulthood….that’s hard. Elijah would be almost 14 now – and it’s still hard. Sometimes the edges can be smoothed out, but the wound remains).

But enough about things that can’t be changed, so must be accepted as-is. On to the WIPpet.

You’re here for another installment of my soon-to-get-sassy-I-promise TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. I’ve got a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects – and I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.
 

Recap:

T’Pol reacted strongly to an image of the human man named Trip – but will her uncontrolled response lead to her reassignment before she even reaches Enterprise?

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

 

  • Today is May 10, 2017.

  • I have 5 paragraphs for you today: the month subtracted from the day.

In Serious Danger

“I’m well.” T’Pol didn’t know whether this was true, but, logically, she couldn’t divulge her doubts, and certainly not the reasons. If Ambassador Soval learned of her past breaches of protocol on this world, she would likely be removed from her position at the Consulate, and certainly denied this posting to the Terran ship where he awaited her.

“Are you certain?” The fact of the question revealed a degree of doubt that her words were to be trusted. T’Pol must convince him she was indeed fit for duty; however, she couldn’t shift her focus from the screen. Emotions and memories surged and tangled, and she was in serious danger of revealing them outright.

T’Pol drew three centering breaths, holding each until she was certain she could control her autonomic response. “I’m certain, Ambassador.” She was still unable to meet her superior’s regard, but T’Pol held herself still under the inspection. If he concluded that she was unsuitable for this assignment, would there ever be another chance to encounter her human?

“Although the service is compulsory, Subcommander T’Pol, you still honor Vulcan in your willingness to accept this challenge. You are at liberty until your medical examination. Perhaps meditation will alleviate your unrest.”

“It is my honor to serve.” T’Pol struggled to control her relief. She turned and left, blue Terran eyes foremost in her mind.

Has T’Pol kept her secret?

Will meditation help?
What will happen when she gets to
Enterprise?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my brand-new Story A Day May drabbles  – a loosely-connected serial of bite-sized, 100 word stories written to prompts and fan prompt words.

Read one, all, or anywhere in between – these are the seeds of longer stories to come, and each one has its own tiny little twist.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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An Unlikely Meeting for #StaD May; Day Nine

Hello there, and welcome to my Story a Day May “Show My Work” post! This is where I give you a sneak peek into how I’m creating two (very short, and very different) stories, every day this May. Yep, that’s right; less than 24 hours from my first reading of the prompt to a committed story, even if I’m not quite that fast at posting them!

Ready to read?

Well then, what are we waiting for?

Story A Day May 9 prompt, is from Charlotte Rains Dixon, who mentors creative writers from passionate to published. Charlotte is a free-lance journalist, ghostwriter, and author.

The Prompt:

Write a story about what happens when a nun in a wimple, a man in cowboy hat and boots, and a bartender with a handlebar moustache wearing a red and white polka-dot bow tie meet in a tavern on a rainy night.

Main Project Premise:

  • Marilyn is gibbering incoherently during a trip.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • Marilyn seems to think her beloved ragdolls are actual people, and she’s acting out a raunchy bar joke as though it’s really happening. Ophelia tries to understand, but Marilyn becomes enraged and attacks her.

Public Courtesy Warning: This story edges into adult territory, and might not be suitable for work or reading where younger kids might peek over your shoulder.

My Favorite Bit of Playing With Her Dolls:

And it’s a rainy night.” Her sister mimes a downpour now. She’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, her face totally earnest, like she was a little girl of maybe four years old – with a very dirty mind. “So, they’re at this tavern, where the barkeep has a handlebar mustache with a red and white polka-dotted tie.”

Side Project Premise:

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

  • Admiral Forrest tells Soval a “nun and a cowboy walk into a bar” joke.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • Soval’s attempts to understand the human concept known as “humor” are not assisted by Maxwell Forrest’s telling of a “nun and cowboy walk into a bar” joke. Since there seems to be no real point to this story, and an utter lack of logic and possibility, Soval remains unenlightened.

Word List:

Prompt Word Donors:

kitndavj:

  • Romance

  • Contraception

  • Blush

  • Paradise

  • polyamourous

  • paramour

  • forked tongue

  • single malt scotch

  • Silver Bullet

  • Kippers

  • Afternoon Nap

  • Venice

  • Pizza

Favorite Bit from The Jealous Type:

Before you take your afternoon nap, Soval, let’s try another joke. A wimpled nun, a cowbow are in a bar on a rainy night in Venice, having bruschetta pizza with kippers. The barkeep has a handlebar mustache and red and white polka-dotted bow tie. She has a Silver Bullet, and he drinks single-malt scotch. It’s a polyamorous romance; Cowboy says he’ll take her to paradise with his forked tongue.”

Is there a point to this story?”

It’s a joke. Wait for the punch line.

She blushes. She doesn’t need contraception – God is her other paramour. And he’s the jealous type.”

Will Soval get the punch line?

Will Cowboy get his wimpled nun?

Will God get even?

Any guesses?

To see the drabbles in sequence, as they post, visit my fanfiction.net page! 

And, if you’d like to learn more about Julie Duffy and Story A Day May,  click the links and learn away!

Posted in A Round of Words in 80 Days 2017, Challenges and Contests, Life Writing, Parenting, Round Two 2017, Story a Day May Challenge, Writers' Resources, Writing in Freedom

Sowing Into Emotion: May 10, 2017

I was just getting ready to try to explain the deep internal explorations I’m in the midst of, and the complicated emotions that go with them…when I realized that a good part of this current inner turbulence could be related to the fact that Mother’s Day is this weekend.

As the mother of three children – two living, and one not – Mother’s Day is, at best, complicated. Fraught.

It being a rainy week, and having one of those blindsiding disagreements with my mate don’t make things any less turbulent.

But turbulence, while sometimes unpleasant to be in the midst of, is also essential for growth, and mighty handy for a writer. So, I’m bearing up and trying to stay grounded [more on that in another post], and trusting that all this not-necessarily-lovely chaos will lead me to places where I need to go.

All this is reflected in my goals – where social interaction was needed, I didn’t have much to offer Thursday -Monday. I’m feeling a bit more up now that the moon is full, the dust-up is settling, and I realized my emotional fragility with the bombardment of Mother’s Day…I’m just tired and headachy, not so much wanting to hide out from everyone who doesn’t live here. =)

For those who are parents, no matter the age of your children, may you appreciate them – this weekend, and always. And if, like me, you have a child you can’t hug – then please accept one from me; I grieve with you.

Writing:

  • Story A Day May: Main project – Write daily flash story of about ~333 words. Side: Write a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction drabble (100 word story) for my Cowled arc, based on prompt and words from fans. Primary goal. 9/31 drafted for both projects. On target.

  • Trueborn: Complete draft of Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn #2). Target: 2 scenes/week, after #StaD stories. Finish by May 25. Secondary goal. Scene 45/50 in progress; 1,361 words added. Progress, but not sure it’s on target, yet.

Plotting:

  • Story a Day May : Main Project: Necessary planning/plotting/research for flash fiction stories (333 words/less, with exceptions) exploring July’s Still Nameless: Kifo Island #8, using #StaD prompts. Side Project: Cowled arcnecessary planning/plotting/research for drabbles (100 word stories) carrying “Countdown” forward, using #StaD and fan prompts. Primary goal. Day 9/31 complete. On target.

Submission/Publication:

  • #StaD Cowled drabbles: Submit to fanfiction.net  as completed. Secondary goal. Day 9/31 completed. On target.

Social Media:

  • Kindness Challenge:  Write twice/weekly posts on weekly themes (7 week challenge, so it will continue through and a bit beyond this round. Respond to comments daily, and visit at least 3 other participants each week. Primary goal. Simmering combo post 2/3. A bit of progress; behind on the visiting.

  • Story a Day May: Post daily –I’m sharing the planning, along with favorite lines to the stories, and links to the complete writings, in separate posts to keep things from getting too long. Visit at least 1 other participant daily. Secondary goal. Day 9/31 posted. A bit behind still on linking at the site, visiting, and responding to comments. Some progress.

Hometending:

  • Homeschooling: Complete rough drafts of third quarter reports for both kids (due 6/15/17). Continue adding to Flickr portfolios for this school year as circumstances warrant. Primary goal. Completed Lise’s English Language Arts section; 1/14. Scrolled through some recent pictures; nothing added yet.

  • Resets/reorganizations: study, family room, bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. Complete three 27 thing flings each room, each week. Two flings on porch, and two 27 minute yardtending sessions weekly. At least six General Hometending rounds per day, 6 times/week. Secondary goal. Hometending: 3/6. I’ve been tired and it’s been chilly. Family room 2/3 (sorting items from Miah’s room as he cleans and minimizes – his idea). Progress.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Primary goal. Conversation, text chat, walk.

  • Career Furtherance: Complete Patreon profile and launch site. Assist my Acomplice in his efforts to launch his cottage industry; aim for 10 hours/week. Secondary goal. 20 Minutes/10 hours (skimming marketing group page).

  • Beta reading/critiques: Complete at least first five chapters of both beta novels. Catch up with crits for my local group (I’m behind 3 at the moment). Tertiary goal. Simmering both beta books, and considering a rational schedule for all crits.

Selftending:

  • Journal and meditate five mornings and two evenings each week. Primary goal. Mornings: 2/5. Evening Journal: 1/2.

  • Fitness: Get a cumulative total of at least 111 minutes (1 hour, 51 minutes) moderate physical activity 5 days weekly; 123 minutes (2 hours, 3 minutes) twice weekly, and 4 hours of more strenuous activities (tai chi, swimming, hiking, cardio, weights, yardtending, etc.) each week, using my Samsung Health app for guidance and accountability. Secondary goal. Still struggling to get to that minimum, since the app counts activity differently than I do, but still satisfied that, overall, I’m moving more. Progress.

Leaps of Faith:

  • Marketing: Sign up for and keep up with fellow writer (and unschooling mom) Gwen Montoya’s  30 day course, Marketing With Muscle.  This will help both my Accomplice and I as we move forward to the place where we are selling our creative efforts. Read all current posts in the Facebook group before sleep Sunday – simmering responses, and taking a deep breath before I dive into the participation side of things.

  • Website/Blog Development: Make basic sketches of new pages; prioritize; begin implementation. Simmering this as I move through the marketing program.

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