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Another Year’s Growth; July 30, 2017

Well, it has been a year, hasn’t it?

Yesterday was my birthday – 48 trips around a small yellow sun. It’s been….an eventful year, in an eventful life.

Let’s say that.

Yesterday was full of contrasts. I won’t call them “good” or “bad.” As Shakespeare said, “Tis nothing good nor bad but thinking makes it so,”

I woke to a cleaner house, thanks to my Accomplice. I worked on my Patreon page, which I’ve been at now long enough to gestate a baby. I’d decided I was going to finally launch on my birthday, and I’d worked on it until I fell asleep.

My son and I had plans to attend a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Congress Park in Saratoga Springs – a very pretty location where we’ve taken in the Bard more than once. But, when we stopped for gas – we couldn’t fill the car. All the gas just leaked out the bottom.

I called my Accomplice, and he came on his motorcycle, found a hole in the intake tube, and used a funnel and a gas can to get us enough gas – but by that time, both Jeremiah and I had been more or less stranded for close to an hour, so we decided we’d be happy to just come home again.

It was a good choice for me. I had half of the delicious goat cheese crouton, poached pear, and pecan salad I’d asked for. I finished my Patreon page and launched it, I worked on blog posts, and added 1,171 words to my word count for Still Nameless. And there will be a performance of Twelfth Night next week, so….

                                               Birthday Salad!

Do you roll with the punches when plans get catty-wompus?

Or do you find it harder to adapt and find those silver linings?

Drafting:

  • CampNoWriMo: Write 66,666 words (average 2,151/day) of Still Nameless (Kifo Island #8). 68,280/66,666 words. Will add another 1,111/day till month’s end. Primary goal COMPLETED!

How ironic, that the person who had been her jailer would be the one to open the door to this prison she’d locked herself into the day Marilyn and Lavender died.

  • Blogposts: Write new material at least 2 hours/week. Continue on with series in progress/JuNoWriMo words. 2 hours, or close to it. Secondary goal.

Plotting:

  • Play with fan fiction as desired; because Trip and T’Pol say so. Reworked a snippet for WIPpet Wednesday. Stretch goal.

He had engendered numerous questions for which she had no answers – and also an array of inexplicable physical symptoms, such as respiration accelerated by 4%, circulation by 8%, and the tremors that had begun in her fingertips, as they had the night the strange music seemed to bind them together.

Social Media:

  • Blogging: Polish/package/schedule/publish relevant blogposts to return to restore/maintain regular blogging schedule for July. WIPpet Wednesday. Primary goal; some progress.

  • Other Platforms: Post twice weekly to my Facebook Writer pageand once weekly to Instagram Complete Patreon profile and launch. Posted my walk, with a photo of the sky, to Instagram’ 2 updates to Facebook page….AND I LAUNCHED my Patreon page (sorry for yelling; it’s been on my goals list for a long time, and I’m excited! Secondary goal; fantastic progress!

  • Continue in Twitter #writingcrew and #AllStarTrek sprints/chats regularly. Dabble in other social media (LinkedIn, Medium, Quora, Wattpad) if/as desired. Stretch goal; good progress.

Business:

  • Assist my Accomplice with his labeling/branding/platform/marketing (if this is scary for me; it’s completely alien to him). Posted to his page 2/3 times; posted to Instagram; promoted him on my Facebook timeline; explored other markets; registered for a Wednesday event; worked local market; ordered supplies for business cards/brochures. Secondary goal; great progress.

Tending goals:

  • Hometending: Spend 30 minutes at least 5x/week in mindful cleaning and/or yardtending; draft kids’ 2017-2018 IHIPs (Individualized Home Instruction Plans); complete testing submission and reporting; deal with subscriptions and other business that tends to get pushed aside. After last week’s Crazy-Happy-Busy, more rest was in order…Hometending 3/5.

  • Selftending: Spend time with my beloveds, friends, and myself; get at least one hour of physical activity 5x/week, and two hours of strenuous activity weekly (including Baby Steps to 5K); meditate and journal 8x/week. Activity: 3/5; Strenuous: 1 /2 hours; Meditation/journaling 7/8.

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Birthday Out on a Limb: #weekendcoffeeshare and #SoCS

Well, by the time I finish this post, it won’t be Saturday or my birthday anymore, but, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday was both.

It was also a rather momentous day, in small but personally monumental ways.

You see, I went out on a limb – in a good way.

After months of putting it off, coming to play for a bit here and there, and then going away again, I’ve launched my Patreon page.

My Birthday Leap of Faith! Yup, virtual confetti was definitely in order!

I think I was more afraid of doing well with it, of having people I know, and maybe even people I don’t know yet, offer funds to support my writing dreams. It’s not that I don’t think I’m worth it….not exactly.

It’s bound up in a lot of things said by my parents when I was growing up. Things like “don’t act conceited” that make it tricky to go ahead and “toot my own horn.” Things like attitudes of prosperous people ingrained through my early life. “Rich people are just greedy.”

Since I began taking my writing seriously, and building very gradually (and somewhat hesitantly) toward a writing career, I’ve found that I’m more at the mercy of those old ideas than I’d like to be.

But yesterday I turned 48, and it’s past time to find the way to let them go, replace them with better thoughts – thoughts that can lead to more prosperity – for myself and my family, who have had a very lean year, and so that I’ll have more resources to share with others.

My very first patron…happy birthday to me, and a commitment to honor!

More than that, though – I’ll be finally proving that, when my father was wrong when he insisted that if I didn’t want to be a journalist, I’d only be “just existing,” and that wanting to earn a living with my writing was only a “pipe dream.” I don’t want to prove it to him –

I need to prove it to myself.

It may seem like I’m going out on a limb – but, really, I’m not.

I’m claiming my life, and the skills I’ve built over decades of writing, the vast majority offered for free to anyone who wanted it. I will still offer that; I love my fan fiction community, and sharing generously.

It’s scary-exciting, to have done this thing.

But it was the right thing to do.

Have you ever felt that way?

My Patreon page is here.

This post has been a joint venture for Part-Time Monster’s #weekendcoffeeshare, and Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS), where the weekly prompt was “limb.”

 

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A Rare Music for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!

If you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.

Context:


Rose remembers the words of a shabbily dressed man she met on her commute to work.


A Rare Music

“Why do they all look through me or past me, or at me as though I’m dog droppings on their shoes?”

Within his rough and reddened fingers, behind his downcast eyes, there was the vision and sensitivity to create this masterpiece from a simple newspaper page. It catches like a stick in the cogs of my assumptions, the familiar boredom of my Monday life.

As the train slows for my stop, my finger traces the thorn and the leaf – the leaf’s edges are softly serrated, but the thorn’s point pricks sharply. I slip the rose into my bag, placing it carefully so it won’t be crushed or torn. It will be hidden, my secret talisman, glowing in my soul.

As I walk the two blocks to the university library, the crunch and cadence of my boots in the crust of snow, the beat of my heart, the passing of my steaming breath, make a rare music.

No one takes note of my arrival; the other staff members are chatting or occupied with their own business.

Will Rose return to her workaday life?

Will she ever see Jeremy again?

What will she do now?

Any guesses?


Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.

Yesterday was my birthday. Had a chance to go to Shakespeare in the Park with my teen son and fellow fan of the Bard. But a minor car issue reset our plans – and, instead, I had a quiet evening at home, with my favorite goat cheese crouton, poached pear, and pecan salad, topped with my Accomplice’s blackberry pomegranate dressing.

It was a good night – and there’s another play next week. =D

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The Manner of a Predator 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 Wrayburn.

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!

It’s Wednesday again, and, again, later than I wanted it to be. My only reason is that today is a very awkward day, after a very busy week of learning and life, and the anniversary of our second child’s death in infancy.

It’s like the huge staggering fatigue and gulping breaths after a marathon has ended, and now I’m feeling tired, scattered, and emotionally frayed and a little flimsy. Fortunately for me, Trip and T’Pol are a great way to bring myself back to a more stable place. And so, here I am, with a late-ish entry into the WIPpeting for this week.

I was better at visiting last week, but answering comments is still slow going, and I still need to address my two biggest and most time-sensitive obligations – the current batch of state-required homeschool reporting, and the short story revision for my contribution to the Dark and Bitter anthology.

Right now, though –

It’s time for another installment of my finally-getting–sassy-TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. 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.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as part of my initiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol has turned her back on Trip, the human man who compels her. Now what?

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 July 26, 2017.
  • I have 3 paragraphs for you today. Why? Because yesterday was the anniversary of my baby’s death, and Saturday is my birthday – and, in case that didn’t make it clear, 3 is my favorite number.

The Manner of a Predator

Captain Jonathan Archer had openly menaced her, but it was the other human male who presented the far greater danger. Should the Captain attempt to carry out his implied threat, he would learn the error of that action. In contrast, she had experienced much agitation where Trip was concerned. He had engendered numerous questions for which she had no answers – and also an array of inexplicable physical symptoms, such as respiration accelerated by 4%, circulation by 8%, and the tremors that had begun in her fingertips, as they had the night the strange music seemed to bind them together.

His scent rose above Captain Archer’s and that of the creature he’d called “porthos’. It was both highly agitating and paradoxically calming, allowing her to respond to Captain Archer without truly attending to the conversation. Her focus remained upon the man standing behind her – on Trip. She knew it was not possible that she perceived emotional energy she believed to he his; a tangled complexity she couldn’t comprehend, but longed to explore.

Suddenly, she was under attack from an unexpected direction – the canid quadruped jumped up and placed its anterior legs upon one of hers, and now it was staring at her, the appendage in which its spinal cord ended moving rhythmically, sniffing with the manner of a predator.

Is T’Pol in danger from Porthos?

Is Porthos in danger from T’Pol?

Will Archer try to make good on his mysterious threat?

And what is Trip feeling about all this?

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 Story A Day May drabbles – a loosely-connected serial of bite-sized, 100 word stories written to prompts.

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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Growth and Its Opposite: July 26, 2017

From my journal, July 25, 2017:

Fourteen years ago right about now, we were leaving for St. Peter’s Hospital NICU. I’d called earlier in the morning, as I had every morning since my discharge, to check in on Elijah, our baby boy, who suffered a profound brain injury at birth.

He had been stable.

By the time we reached the hospital a little of an hour later, he was dying.

The time after that passed in a blur – we were aware that the NICU was being cleared out. Someone I later learned was Jeri, with whom I’d attended school, and who would later lose her baby girl, took Miah, who was only 22 months old. The chaplain came, offered to baptize Elijah, and we accepted. We’re not religious, but there hadn’t been much chance to commemorate his arrival, and it seemed fitting.

Around 2 o’clock, Elijah James Burton, 12 days old, stopped breathing, and our lives changed forever.

His heart valves open and close in someone else’s chest, and that reality is the seed of my current CampNaNoWriMo novel. There’s a certain catharsis in writing it this month…and the reality is close to my heart.

Hug your children, if you can, for some of us can’t.

Drafting:

  • CampNoWriMo: Write 66,666 words (average 2,151/day) of Still Nameless (Kifo Island #8). 55,182/66,666 words; a bit above par after a week below. Primary goal; On target and then some.

That made Serrah laugh. She suddenly realized that she’d laughed very little in her whole life….well, not her whole life. The little girl she’d just gotten to know – the little girl she’d been long ago – that little girl had laughed a lot, before she got sick.

  • Blogposts: Write new material at least 2 hours/week. Continue on with series in progress/JuNoWriMo words. 55 min. Secondary goal.

Social Media:

  • Blogging: Polish/package/schedule/publish relevant blogposts to return to restore/maintain regular blogging schedule for July. Slow, gradual start; posted to WIPpet Wednesday. Primary goal; some progress.

  • Other Platforms: Post twice weekly to my Facebook Writer page; and once weekly to Instagram, and Pinterest. Complete Patreon profile and launch. Posted my walk, with a photo of the sky, to Instagram. Secondary goal; a bit of progress.

  • Continue in Twitter #writingcrew and #AllStarTrek sprints/chats regularly. Dabble in other social media (LinkedIn, Medium, Quora, Wattpad) if/as desired. Stretch goal; good progress.

Business:

  • Assist my Accomplice with his labeling/branding/platform/marketing (if this is scary for me; it’s completely alien to him). Made labels, posted to his page 2/3 times, answered comment, posted to Instagram, started exploring other markets, worked local market. Secondary goal; great progress.

Tending goals:

  • Hometending: Spend 30 minutes at least 5x/week in mindful cleaning and/or yardtending; draft kids’ 2017-2018 IHIPs (Individualized Home Instruction Plans); complete testing submission and reporting; deal with subscriptions and other business that tends to get pushed aside. After last week’s Crazy-Happy-Busy, more rest was in order…Hometending 1/5.

  • Selftending: Spend time with my beloveds, friends, and myself; get at least one hour of physical activity 5x/week, and two hours of strenuous activity weekly (including Baby Steps to 5K); meditate and journal 8x/week. Activity: 1/5; Strenuous: .5 /2 hours; Meditation/journaling 3/8.

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How Do They Live? for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!

If you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.

Context:


Rose has a newspaper rose made by a shabbily dressed man whom she finds compelling. As she takes her commuter train to work, she reflects on the experience of meeting him.

How Do They Live?

I hold his rose, and wonder.

How does he survive, alone on the streets? How does anyone? Especially now, with winter stretching for months ahead, and the nights falling well below freezing? Where do the forgotten humans go, when it’s killing cold outside?

How do they live?

Again, my cloak feels like a weighted accusation of excess, of plenty when others have not enough. I’ve remained carefully unaware, pretended not to see, not to notice, not to be either part of the problem, or the solution. But now I hear Jeremy’s voice in my mind.

What will Rose do now that she’s so aware?

Will she ever see Jeremy again?

What will she do with his rose?

Any guesses?

“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review,  edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.

On Saturday, my Accomplice and I attended a Wine and Food Tasting held by a local Lions Club chapter. It was held in a yacht basin, and he was there to represent the restaurant where he works. His employer also said he could sell his artisanal hot sauces, so I was there to offer those, as he served up fresh-grilled Cajun catfish and dirty rice.

The food ran out in about an hour, and we shifted our focus to the sauces, setting out our samples and signage. We already had our new shelf stocked. We sold seven bottles – that’s pretty good, as it’s a fledgling cottage business that’s only existed for about 3 months.

My Accomplice makes the sauces by hand – it’s a labor of passion for him – but I do all the labeling, signage, platform building, and marketing….and I’ve essentially been learning as I go. It’s keeping my brain very busy (and kept me from getting to as many other #8sunday folks as I wish I was).

And, on that note….

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