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Attempt to Adapt 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!


This has been a quieter week for me, but we’re ramping up for another growth cycle in our small business, so there is plenty for me to do. Honestly, there’s more to do than I can do, so I’m portioning it out, trying to find a workable blend of time for my own pursuits (fitness, writing, just being me), family interests (driving practice, homeschooling, hometending, talking, and the like), and the business (marketing and branding, administration, working markets and events).

But right now, it’s time for another installment of my 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 – and peeks behind-the-scenes on that first mission.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation 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 is inordinately aware of the Chief Engineer…will she be able to tend to her duty.

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 September 20, 2017.
  • I have 2 paragraphs for you today – I subtracted the second digit of the day from the first (2-0 = 2).

Attempt to Adapt

“I’ll try to remember that,” she answered, as she had in the Ready Room. Logically, such details as his respiratory rate were of no concern to her. There should be no uneasy sensation in her digestive tract in relation to Commander “Call Me Trip” Tucker. At the earliest opportunity, she would meditate to deal with the agitation this human caused her. Until then, she must attempt to adapt.

Decided, T’Pol began a cursory examination of the science station. But she couldn’t focus on her duties. She remained in this heightened sense of awareness, her entire body tingling, until the moment he turned away.

Will T’Pol be able to adapt?

Why is her body tingling?

And why did Trip stare at her so long?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

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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A Pleasant Sunday Cuppa for #weekendcoffeeshare, September 17, 2017

If we were having coffee, we’d be listening to Saturday night fireworks booming in from somewhere – maybe the village of Stillwater, since the direction’s right (we have a Stillwater address, but we live up on a hill overlooking it, so we’re not actually in the village, but the town of Stillwater – upstate New York has a rather complicated way of determining its communities). We can hear the fireworks, but not see them.

I’d be calm and sleepy, as the final salvo sounds. My hair would still be damp. After a very slow farmer’s market this morning/afternoon, I took my first swim in quite some time. 500 meters at the Y pool was a nice challenging stretch without being too strenuous for the fact that I only had about 2 hours of sleep, and there are two more market days yet to come.

It’s the end of a busy week… but it’s a different kind of week than last week, which was, as I wrote then, #lifeonespresso. This was a week more like Sunday morning coffee after tai chi class (even though my tai chi class is on Tuesdays and Thursdays). Yes, I actually attended tai chi twice this past week, after an absence that began in March, when life got uncooperative with my plans). I always forget just how much I love this practice, and enjoy the group I practice with. After class, I’m more energized and peaceful, and I’ve always learned something, smiled, and laughed while I stretched my body and mind. Not bad for a free hour at the Y.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my 16 year old son had his first experience with driving on the road – quiet local country roads, but still, he drove several miles. I’m very impressed with his approach. He’s got an analytical mind and a laid-back, safety-conscious but not timid personality, and his nature seems very well suited to learning. He assesses his status constantly, and adjusts well, using everything he’s learned through reading and prior experience, and responds well to suggestions and corrections from me, his learning facilitator. I’m not his teacher – the wheel, so to speak, is firmly in his hands. He’s possessed of a level of maturity and judgment that I trust; he’s doing very well at pacing and challenging himself.

I’d tell you that I also began a new #5Ktraining this week, via my Samsung Health app. I like these apps, because they give me a framework in which to learn. Week One went well; for two of the three workouts, I carried my handweights and did a few upper body exercises.

If you’ve noticed a renewed focus on fitness and health in this update, you’re not mistaken. It’s time. I love the way I feel when I’m more active, and I love pretty much all vegetables, too…which is why this chef’s wife is committing to cooking a veggie-based meal at least three times a week. It’s quick, it’s fun, and it’s delicious! That it’s also good for me is a delightful bonus. =D

If we were having coffee, I’d notice that our cups are getting low, and offer you a refill while you tell me what you’ve been up to, and what your plans are for the next week. Once we’ve caught up on your news, I’d tell you that this week has a steady diet of goodness to offer. More veggies (just loaded up at the market today), more tai chi, more swimming, more walking on the way to running. More writing, of course, even though Round Three of ROW80 ends on Thursday. I’d tell you that I’ve got a plan for the break before Round 4 starts on October 2, but that I’m not ready to announce what it is just yet.

I’d see that your cup is now about empty, and you don’t want any more. So I’d quickly tell you that I’m excited to be getting back to my video class, revision course, and a local Writers’ Guild live chat. And then there’s the lecture I’ll be attending: General Philip Schuyler’s early pioneering of the New York State Canal System.

I’d also invite you to stay for a late dinner. Chef Bluebeard is baking chicken and red potatoes, and I’ve cooked off some farmer’s market green beans, and the aromas wafting through the house are lovely!

I’m so glad you decided to stay! Let’s eat!

Need another cuppa?

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Hard News for #StoryADay/#SoCS

Hi there, and welcome to my joint #StoryADay/ Stream of Consciousness Saturday post.

The #SoCS prompt for this week is “vol.” I used three “vol” words, and a list of prompt words from a worksheet created by my friend and NaNoWriMo ML, Shannon Kauderer. Those are listed before the TnT drabble. I confess to editing that one to maintain the 100 word limit, so you can consider it a bonus if you’d like.

The first post is completely unedited.

I haven’t been posting my #StoryADay writing on a daily basis, but it fit so well here, I couldn’t resist. Learn more about StoryADay September 2017.

“You Have News” 

(Preparation for my upcoming Trueborn series epic fantasy series WIP, Solemates.)

“So, sister, you have news you have nay shared with me yet.”

Niaan might have been surprised, once, at the ease with which Rachyl discerned such things, when she had thought them camouflaged and safe from encroachment. But she was sitting on cushions beside a voluminous planting of sensates. She could nay read any but the most basic of the messages the plants made, but Rachyl tended to the plants as to dear friends, and they spoke to her even if she didn’t touch them.

“Are you going to tell it, or hoard it to yourself like you did that fur when you were seven sunrounds, and dragged it into the Great Hall, and would nay let any other touch it or take it from your jaws?”

“Nay – I will tell it. I want none of the flogging Mother gave me when I fell asleep with it.”

“As though I would flog you for simply being as you are, sister. Come, now, you know me better than that. Besides, your fangs are far sharper, and your Huntskills far stronger, than they were then. I value my skin too much to wish it punctured. Even more my breathsource and bloodsource, sister. So, if you will nay tell me now, I will wait on your choice, and hold to my own wonderings.” Rachyl sipped her tea sedately; as though nothing could ever disturb her.

Mayhap it could nay. She was a fine healer, and had been so since she was a child. It was she who had made and applied the salve after Mother’s flogging.

But, if there was that which could disturb her, it was like as nay the news Niaan had to share. It had been so long, near to her lifetime, and many tended to think she had only imagined it in some fever-sickness long past, and that she was merely a fool who chased after dartwings, and would nay release the dessicated carcass of a prey long since dead.

She set her drinking bowl on the flat rock beside her, and studied her sister closely for a moment. “Kaivelt is coming to me, Rachyl.”

Word Prompts for September 16, 2017:

  1. flaky
  2. bloody
  3. well-groomed
  4. bounce
  5. page
  6. cherry
  7. trick
  8. print
  9. embarrass
  10. brother
  11. prickly
  12. finicky
  13. bored
  14. domineering
  15. volatile
  16. voluble

Standard disclaimer:

I don’t own or profit from these characters.

The Hard Way

(Exploration for upcoming chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction story, “Highly Classified Mission,” which is based on S2E7: “The Seventh.” All previous and subsequent Story A Day September Drabbles can (eventually) be found on my fanfiction.net page.)

Trip pokes at the flaky croissant, dips it in cherry jam – then puts it back on his plate, uneaten. He stares at the page on the PADD without really seeing it. The print swims; he still hasn’t slept.

Bored with playing a volatile, domineering tyrant so soon?” Malcolm doesn’t look tired enough. There’s still a bounce in his step. He’s well-groomed. “Too finicky for Chef’s breakfast, too, I see.”

Trip is prickly. Malcolm’s too damned voluble. Trip’s brother taught him well how to embarrass someone, and and Malcolm Bloody Reed’s about to learn a trick or two – the hard way.

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“My Name is T’Pol” 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!


There are maybe things I could say about this past week – but I’ve said many of them already. So I guess I’ll just get down to business….

It’s time for another installment of my 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 my intiation 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 is having difficulty adjusting to duty on a human ship – or to the Chief Engineer, who just informed her he’s forgotten her name.

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 September 13, 2017.
  • I have 23 sentences for you today – I added digit of the day (13), to the digits of the year (2+0+1+7=1o).

“My Name is T’Pol”

“My name is T’Pol.”

“Cap’n’s orders are that Sub-Commander T’Pol here is to be extended every courtesy. Now, I know none of us are too busy to drop anything we happen to be doing any time she’s got a question, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

He stepped up to the console beside T’Pol. His nearness, and the rancid edge of his scent, were a most disquieting combination. “May I please be excused, ma’am? I’d like to get that viewing table up and running before we launch, and it might help if I stop by the Engine Room and wave at folks – but, of course, if you need someone to hold your chair for you-”

“I require nothing of you, Commander.” Except, perhaps, that he take his agitating presence elsewhere.

“Common courtesy is to thank someone when they offer you their help, T’Pol. And to accept handshakes. And to call people by the names they want to be called.”

“Human courtesy, Commander Tucker. My people’s customs differ -” she considered how to broach the topic of what he had offered, and what it meant among Vulcans, but that was a discussion which required a level of privacy the current circumstances wouldn’t accommodate.

“Was there supposed to be an end to that sentence – cause I’ve got a lot of work to do, but I wouldn’t want it reported to the High Command that I interrupted their chaperone before she was done preaching at me.”

“Vulcan customs differ significantly, Commander. On my world, your action would be considered – most discourteous.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t your world. So, if you’re going to hitch a ride with us, maybe you’d better stow your customs, unless you’re going to tell us about them ahead of time. And I’d be damned willing to bet all of your customs are classified. So maybe you’d better go ahead and look up the database on etiquette, because none of us are observers. We’ve all got too damned much to do to nursemaid you for the next eight days, Sub-Commander T’Pol.”

The cadence of his voice shifted as he spoke, becoming nearly 10% faster, in addition to gaining a staccato pattern that affected his respiratory rate.

Will T’Pol take the time to learn human customs?

Will she ever tell Trip exactly what handshakes imply in her culture?

Will these two ever learn to get along with each other?

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-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting about once a week.

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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My Motive Is… Belated #SoCS and #StoryADay for 9/9/17

Hello there!

It’s been a busy week, and I’m capping it off with Tugboat Roundup – a two-day gathering of tugboats for competitions and camaraderie on the famed and historic Erie Canal. Today’s #SoCS posts were written on the fly there, as a matter of fact.

This week’s prompt is “motive”, used however we please. I chose to combine the prompt with my #StoryADay posts for today – with interesting results. One of this week’s prompts was to change the gender of the main character, and another was to “break the rules.” My first story is onesinglerunonword – there are no spaces to be found anywhere!

Standard disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, and do not profit from this writing.

“WithinMyOwnMadness”

YoureleasedmeTLysmyownorisitthatyouarenolongermyownwhatcouldbeyourmotiveinreleasingmeifyoutrulyaremyownorhasitbeentrueallalongthatyoudonotexistanywherebutwithinmyownmadness?

For the second story, I’m sharing my Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction drabble (a 100 word story). I used the SoCs prompt word and several more prompt words contributed by my fan fiction readers:

  • nimbus

  • plausible

  • savagely

  • forgetful

  • dismissive

  • fanatical

  • morph

“Who Is Jossen?”

T’Pol has no answers for her question, nor an understanding of her own motive in coming here. The nimbus of almost-memory remains; there is no plausible explanation for how savagely she had attacked the crates of plasma injecctors; how forgetful and dismissive of the dangers she had been.

All attempts to comprehend her fanatical behavior fail, nor can she release the question that consumes her:

Who is Jossen?

All attempts to answer morph into images of two men running, leaves slapping her face, the hands, the priest and the stone beneath her.

Who is Jossen?

She must learn the answer.

This post is a belated entry into Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Wade in right  here!

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“It’s All Yours” 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!


By the time I post next week, I’ll be the mother of a sixteen year old, and he should have taken his learner’s permit test, in preparation for getting his license!

Tempus fugit…

But now 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 my intiation 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 is having difficulty adjusting to duty on a human ship – and to her responses to a certain human male’s offer of a handshake.

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 August 30, 2017.
  • I have 21 sentences for you today – for the digits in the month, day, and year, added together.

“It’s All Yours”

The sharp whine of overloaded circuitry came from her left, accompanied by an acrid scent, and the Terrans at the table leapt away from it. As though able to sense the problem through walls and doors, Commander Tucker burst from the passageway behind her. “Move it or lose it,” he said, and pushed past her, his scent and energy disturbing the calm she was attempting to regain after his closeness in the Ready Room.

“Damn it, you people trying to burn the ship down before she even launches? And in front of our chaperone?”  He went to the wall and pressed a button, and a chemical mist emerged from the ceiling. “I made sure the fire suppression system was up even before life support. Did all the work in an EV suit. There was a reason for that. I want a report on just how it got turned off in one hour – tops. If I don’t get it, I’ll have you all checking EPS conduits and scrubbing plasma injectors on double shifts for the entire mission. Now, get that table repaired, get me a report, and, if anything else sparks up, and that system doesn’t come on like it’s supposed to, I’m leaving you all here and starting over, because you’ve got no business wearing those red stripes or the uniforms they’re on.”

With the emergency abated, and the Bridge suddenly devoid of human verbalizations, he turned to T’Pol. “Suppose you’ll be tellin’ old Soval all about this little mishap.”

“I simply wish to assume my station.” She wouldn’t allow his presence to affect her. Certainly not while she was on duty. Nor would she admit she didn’t know where her duty station was located.

“Well, assume away, then.” He gestured to the station nearest the lift doors. “It’s all yours, Sub-Commander.

Will T’Pol respond to Trip’s sharp tone?

Will she even notice it?

Will there be another fire?

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-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting about once a week.

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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All Week Long for #SoCS and #weekendcoffeeshare

When it’s one thing after another, all week long, we’re looking at a bit of a jumbled up amalgam of Stream of Consciousness Saturday and #weekendcoffeeshare, because there’s not enough time or focus left in my day to do two separate posts, and tomorrow will come with another set of activities.

So, if we were having coffee now, I’d tell you that I’m fighting sleepiness on this Saturday night, after an extremely busy week…

Let me explain:

Recently, my Accomplice and I decided to cash in two modest investments, because we have business plans, but they require reliable vehicles – and we all require food, shelter, and clothing adequate for the weather. Finances have been precarious for over a year, and we had some sales, but not enough to move ahead after a long time of gradually losing financial ground.

With the investment capital in liquid form, though – we can do just what it suggests, and invest in ourselves, and our future.

And that’s what a lot of this week has been about.

We’ve purchased two used cars considerably newer and more reliable than our eldery 1998 Subaru Legacy Wagon, which was on the verge of almost literally falling apart. Jim now has a 2007 Forester in the shop for some repairs, and I have a vety sweet 2005 Outback. Since my 1998 Outback died on a local highway a few months ago, I’ve been missing having the freedom of my own car. More, our son will be 16 in a week, which means he’ll be eligible to get his learner’s permit – something he’s been looking forward to since he was 11 – and learning which would have had to wait if we still had a car that wasn’t suitable for his practice.

Both cars are blue. My favorite – and his. Also, the perfect color to go with the eventual magnetic signs for Chef Bluebeard’s Flavor Enhancement Sauces that will grace them, at least on market and event days.

We also used some of our newly liberated funds to purchase a few items to move the business into the next level, and allow us to be better organized as we move between markets and events in the months to come. Additionally, we purchased a three year subscription for a hosted WP website, and, in the coming days and weeks, I’ll be setting up the basics, so that Chef Bluebeard has a new online home in plenty of time for the holiday shopping season.

It’s all very exciting – but that’s not all that happened this week….oh, no, it isn’t.

Wednesday was our twentieth wedding anniversary. We went out to a local oyster bar Jim’s been wanting to eat at since he was looking for work and applied there in the winter, while the place was still being set up. It wasn’t the best fit for him, but the decision was made mutually and without rancor, and the owner recognized him, and even offered us champagne on the house. We don’t enjoy it, but it was a lovely dinner – lots of perfectly prepared asparagus, oysters of several varieties on the half shell, and crème brule and carrot cake to share.

We had a wonderful evening with a bit of walking to and from, and then, because we are parents and have other people to feed besides ourselves, we went grocery shopping on our way home.
It was a perfect day – and we’ll hang on to that for a while, even if the aftermath got a bit crazy…

Sometime in the night, Jim started having abdominal pain that intensified into a sharp lance when he breathed deeply or moved the wrong way. He thought he might have pulled a muscle while doing some sink de-clogging the day before, but then the pain intensified, and we decided a trip to the emergency room to find there was nothing really wrong, rather than risk a ruptured appendix or worse.

Turns out, after 5 hours, bloodwork, urine test, and an ultrasound, that his gall bladder has some “sludge” in it, and didn’t like the rich dinner as much as our taste buds did. He’s also got a bit of a fatty liver, so an MRI will soon be scheduled to be sure there’s nothing more serious going on there. He’ll need to be more conscious of his diet to avoid further aggravating his contentious gall bladder, too.

And now it’s Saturday, and our first weekend market is done. We have another tomorrow morning, and then another on Monday evening, before we get back to another four “rest” days (unless we decide to attempt to fit in a Thursday evening market several of our vending friends recommend).

If we were having coffee, I’d apologize if I bored or exhausted you with our week full of living, and for yawning so many times during the retelling of it.

Now, it’s your turn. What have you been up to this week? What do you have planned for the week ahead? Anything momentous, silly, or just part of your beloved routine?

Get another cup of #weekendcoffeeshare!

Float down the Stream of Consciousness Saturday!