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Kaiidth 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 been a big week here. Yesterday, my son earned his learner’s permit; in six months, if he’s met the requirements, he can take his road test.

We also got a new refrigerator to replace our 18 year old model.

New things about – new ideas, too, and new growth.

But 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.

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 the Chief Engineer.

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 6, 2017.
  • I have 3 paragraphs for you today – for the digit of the day, subtracted from the month.

Kaiidth

T’Pol moved to the console he indicated, and sat on the chair anchored to it. It was unsettling to do so; most Vulcan duty stations were designed for standing use. Kaiidth. It was as it was. She would adjust to it, and to the unspecified discomfort of the furnishing, which had been designed for a human occupant. Neither of these facts were of any significance to this mission. She would be aboard for only eight days; it would be inefficient and illogical to expect the station to be altered for her benefit.

She’d expected to be given a debriefing prior to reporting to the Bridge, but that hadn’t happened, and Captain Archer had given no indication when or if it would. She would therefore begin learning the console while she awaited further instruction.

Behind her, Commander Tucker spoke loudly, “Attention, all hands.” The activity ceased immediately; perhaps there was a degree of discipline here that hadn’t evidenced itself until now. “We’re all supposed to show our Vulcan chaperone here, Sub-Commander -” he paused, then added, “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”

Did Trip actually forget T’Pol’s name?

Will she adjust to sitting in an uncomfortable chair?

What’s next?

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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I’ll Admit It…#SoCS and StoryFest for June 10, 2017


Okay, I’ll admit it. I really don’t have any idea what I’m going to write. It’s a full moon, and it’s been nearly a week since I’ve had a regular night’s sleep.

Things are a bit off-kilter this week, and, despite trimming back my monthly goals significantly. I’m feeling like I’m going in way too many directions at the same time, and the result is that I’m feeling a bit mired and at a standstill.

Also, my Accomplice isn’t feeling well. He hurt his back at work earlier in the week, while doing some heavy lifting, then he mowed the lawn. The pollen count was quite high, and he’s a transplanted West Coaster with no native immunity to our allergens. He’s also dealing with an upset stomach, and chills….

So there’s just an “up in the air” feeling here. Even my phone apparently agrees – my health app doesn’t show my 3.07 mile walk with my daughter, despite running the entire program and giving me the proper end-of-run cues. So it’s telling me that I missed a scheduled workout, despite logging the time spent in the activity.

I’ll admit it. That’s frustrating. I was working toward a perfect record, but I’d have to do five miles tomorrow to finish the week with my schedule full- and I don’t think I quite have the fortitude for that…even if I felt I could spare the time.

You see, the homeschool reports are due in five days, and I’ve barely started them. That means there must be time devoted to that legal requirement during the next few days. I’ll admit that I’m not exactly looking forward to that dull, dry, largely lifeless writing…but it’s the law, and the price of our getting to live a live that fulfills each of us.

I’ve finally, after what seems like a huge amount of learning, frustration, experimentation, and more failure than I was hoping for, managed to create a label prototype my Accomplice loves. There are still a couple of minor changed to make, but I’ve topped the wall on that one, and now I have a template we can adapt for all of his sauce flavors….

I’ve also managed to get my story revised for the #StoryADay May StoryFest, which is this weekend. I polished up my Kifo Island story, “Broken” after submitting it to the mini-critique group, where I garnered good suggestions, great insights, and some favorable response.

If you’d like to read my story, and/or other short stories, head over to the StoryADay site. The StoryFest posts will be on the front page all weekend – read one, read all, read somewhere in between. It’s up to you – but writers love feedback, and to know people are reading our words. Won’t you make a writer happy this weekend?

I’ll admit it – that was a rather shameless plug.

On that note, I’m going to admit defeat. I never really found a cohesive thread in this post – but I did add another 500 words to my #JuNoWriMo word count, so there’s that.

I’m tired, and I’m thinking about admitting myself to dream-land.

This post is a part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week’s prompt is “admit,” used any way we want. Find the rules of engagement here, and take a dip in the stream here.

Want to join the conversation? Use the comment box below to share your thoughts and experiences. When have you felt mired? Do you have strategies to move through and past it? Your ideas just might be what someone else needs to get out of a stuck place, so feel free to share!

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Sowing Seeds: April 5, 2017

Hey there!

Okay, we’re two days into this new round, and I’m getting to know my April goals, and Tim, Drea, and Rebekkah – the three POV characters in my CampNaNoWriMo project, The Last House – a Kifo Island prequel. Clicking the link will take you to my current progress on that front.

It’s been an eventful two days, in quiet family ways. I’m a bit behind my projected count right now, because of all the eventfulness, but I’m on track for my Blogging from A-Z and other blogging goals, so I expect to be caught up by the end of the day, and maybe even pad things just a bit over the rest of the week, since Monday is the Welcome to Night Vale live show I’ll be attending with my daughter, and I may not do much writing that day.

I’m going through my seed collection (literally and figuratively), and deciding what to sow first…

Do you have showers of April goals,too?

Are you hoping they bloom into beautiful fruition before May comes?

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Writing:

  • Trueborn: Complete draft of Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn #2). Target: 3,333 words/week; add words every day I reach my Camp quota, above, Finish by April 30. Secondary goal. 1,186/3,333 new words for the week.

Plotting:

Social Media:

  • #atozchallenge: Confirm scheduling, and add link and branding to each day’s post.  Respond to comments daily, and visit 3 other participants at least 6 times/week. Primary goal. B and C posts up and linked; D prepped with links and scheduled; visits made 3/6 days this week.

  • Blogging Features: Continue biweekly Skywatch Friday posts, as well as weekly #SoCS, #8sunday, Mindful Monday, WIPpet Wednesday, and Weekend Coffee share posts. Pre-producewhere possible (aim for 1 hour each Tuesday/Thursday). Tertiary goal. Mindful (#AtoZChallenge B post) complete; WIPpet scheduled Tuesday night, and will be live by the time this posts publishes.

Hometending:

  • Resets/reorganizations: study, family room, bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. Complete two 27 thing flings each room, each week. One 27 thing fling on porch and in yard (10/27) each week. At least five General Hometending rounds per day, 5 times/week. Secondary goal. Hometending rounds; 3/5 for the week. Living room: 3/2; porch 1/1.

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. Flirting; conversation; cuddling; career planning; ice cream; credit union; grocery shopping.

  • CampNaNo: Interact with cabin mates 5/week: attend write-ins and visit forums once weekly. Secondary goal. Posted to cabin 3/5 days. Attended write-in.

  • Career Furtherance: Complete Patreon profile and launch site. Draft CV/cover letter and revise. Help my Accomplice launch his cottage industry. Tertiary goal. Talked with Accomplice about his labeling and branding; priorities; my plans; etc.

Selftending:

  • Journal and meditate five mornings and three evenings each week. Primary goal. 2/5 complete.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 99 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly; 111 minutes (1 hour, 51 minutes) twice weekly, and 7 hours of more strenuous activities (tai chi, swimming, hiking, cardio, weights, etc.). Secondary goal. 99: 2/5; 111: 1/2.

  • Books: Listen to Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley (abridged/; with Miah). Read: Mom, Star Trek, and Las Vegas, by D.W. Hirsch; and Starting Out as an Indie Author, by Ruth Nestvold by the end of the month. Tertiary goal. Plans made to listen to BNW sometime later in the week. MSTandLV: completed, and enjoyed. SOAAIA: 40%, and very informative so far, without being in the least intimidating.

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“Take Three” for #Loveuary Day Twenty-Eight

 

Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop,  which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise  TnT fan fiction story, Love and Loss – a hundred words at a time.

I used randomly gathered word prompts for each day’s story. These appear in bold, and contributors are credited at the end of the post.

I’m a day late with this final post– life had a couple of (mostly pleasant) detours for me, and my focus needed to be elsewhere. To make it up to you, I’ve got a special treat – a story for each of the three arcs. These aren’t necessarily conclusions, but they do feel like natural stopping points, of a sort.

For those wanting more, I will be developing these drabbles (say that three times fast!) into the next two to three chapters of Love and Loss at fanfiction.net. You can find the entire story-to-date by clicking the title in the first paragraph above.

And now, on to the drabbles – all occur just after the previous posts with their focus characters. I’ve condensed the donor list to a single heading for each person generous enough to throw some words my way.

A word of warning: the first story is not intended for those under 18, due to its more than slightly suggestive nature. NSFW on that one; the other two are PG-rated, at the most, and fine for general consumption.

One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.
 

“A Few Other Things” – NSFW!

Travis was smoothing eucalyptus moisturizer while soft music played when Hoshi said, “I’ve got some happy news.”

“Oh?”

“Tonight you get to open the box.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Uh-uh. Have fun!”

“Back in a jiffy.”

And he was. “You sure?”

“Go ahead.”

He lifted the lid. “Vibrators?!”

He read labels. “Conical Wizard? Mr. Moose?”

“Mmmm….Mr. Moose.”

“The Proctologist? Clydesdale Stallion? Bubble Witch?!”

“Those sound interesting.”

Shark Attack? Snow Fairy? What are these?”

“I told you, vibrators. And a few other things.”

“Sensuous Sexting. ’Edgar’s Angry Dome makes for happy genitalia.’ Did you rob a sex shop?

“No, lover. They’re poker winnings.”

Like It Didn’t Hurt”

“’Bog roll? Dig Tree?’ What’s this, Trip? A memoir about our survival training in Alice Springs?”

“Well, that’s where those words come from. But this is for T’Pol.” He almost managed to say it like it didn’t hurt; like they didn’t both have to some pretty damned huge rejection issues.

“’Rhombus? Flanelette? Duvee?’ I don’t get it.”

“Well, it’s kind of a game I used to play – helped me sometimes, when I wanted to throw her out the airlock. Try to stump her with words she didn’t know.”

Fanfiction. Smurf. Manslaughter.” Jon handed him the PADD. “Well, does it work?”

Just That?”

“This isn’t about science, Vulcan. We both know that.” He read the list to give her the time to compose herself. Stretch marks. Snowman. Pissed-off cat. Red Panda. Gecko –

“We do.” So soft he almost didn’t here her. It made him remember how he’d found her, and Shran settled beside her, there on the floor. Annuity. Greenstick fracture. Aerobics.

“What will you do, T’Pol?” Tag! You’re it!

“Return to Enterprise. Be near him.”

“Just that?”

“No.”

“It’s this, isn’t it? Baroness. Ruckle. Posion-dart frog. “A survival mechanism.”

“Yes. Words he’s said, and I’ve researched. Through this, we can touch.”

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And thank you to all the prompt contributors who made this story possible!

Anonymous Donor:

  • Eucalyptus

  • Moisturizer

  • Jiffy

  • Conical

  • Proctologist

  • Clydesdale

  • Bubble Witch

  • Snow Fairy

  • Sexting

  • Angry Dome

  • Genitalia

  • bog roll

  • dig tree

  • rhombus

  • flanelette

  • duvee

  • fan fiction

  • Smurf

  • manslaughter

  • Stretch Marks

  • Red Panda

  • Gecko

  • Annuity

  • Greenstick fracture

  • Aerobics
     

Chara 47:

  • kidding

  • moose

  • Shark Attack

  • sex shop

  • Tag! You’re it

  • snowman

  • pissed off cat

Seacook:

  • have fun!

  • Rejection

  • Baroness

Eden:

  • ruckle

  • poison dart frogs

ShanRQuinn:

  • soft music

  • happy news

My Accomplice:

  • vibrators (so blame him for the NSFW stories, if you need to blame someone. My mate has a delightfully naughty mind!)

And that’s the final installment, folks! Don’t forget to stop by Ritu’s place for more #Loveuary delight!

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“I’ll Bring Tissues”: #Loveuary Day Sixteen

Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop,  which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise  TnT fan fiction story, Love and Loss  – a hundred words at a time.

I’m using word prompts for each day, randomly gathered. Prompt words appear in bold, and today’s contributors are credited at the end of the post.

One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.

This drabble takes place a few days after “It’s Midnight,” my previous Hositravidabble. More leave time, and more pillow talk….

I’ll Bring Tissues”
 

“Travis, you’re hogging the quilt.”

“And who’s hogging the quiche?”

“Well, since this romantic breakfast was supposed to be a romantic dinner….”

“I seem to remember that I wasn’t at the helm alone, Ensign Sato.”

“I’ve been wanting to show you how much I love you in that dark blue shirt since the first time I saw you wearing it.”

“You’re evading the issue. Is it an old-fashioned wallet?

“You promised me we’d ride the London Eye today.”

Ferris wheels give me nosebleeds.”

“I’ll bring tissues.”

“And what’s in the box?”

“Tell you what. I’ll show you on Valentine’s Day.

Will Hoshi really ever reveal what’s in her box?

Today’s prompts are courtesy of…

Chara 47:

  • quilt

  • quiche

  • dark blue shirt

  • nosebleed

Miah:

  • wallet

Seacook:

  • Ferris wheel

ShanRQuinn:

  • Valentine’s Day

  • romantic dinner

Come on back tomorrow, and stop by Ritu’s place for more #Loveuary delight!

 

 

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Would You? With a Woodchuck? #SoCS and #JusJoJan Day Twenty-Eight

Welcome to Day Twenty-Three of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: wood/would,” https://lindaghill.com/2017/01/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-and-jusjojan-jan-2817/ used any way we wish. It’s also the Stream of Consciousness Saturday https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/ prompt for today.

When I read today’s prompt, a tongue-twister popped into my head, but that’s a little too easy. So, instead, I thought I would share a few thoughts about (fire)wood, woodchucks, and other things.

https://flic.kr/p/e4up9a

Would you like that? Well, since I can’t hear you, guess I’ll knock on wood.

  • I learned the tongue-twister listed above at age 5 or so.

  • At some point soon after that, I went for a walk with my father. We explored the hayfield next door to our new home, and I twisted my ankle in a woodchuck hole. I asked my father why they were called woodchucks when they lived in holes in the ground. Even as a child, I would get frustrated by inaccurate wording. I thought groundhog was a far better name for the animal.

  • It would be many years later, when I worked in Yellowstone National Park, that I learned that they’re sometimes also called whistle pig. As evidence of my personal paradoxes, I like this inaccurate name better than either of the others.

  • We have a pair of woodchuck/groundhog/whistle pigs who reside in the woodpile outside our garage. The kids have dubbed them, interchangeably, Wiggy and Jiggy, for reasons that have faded into obscurity. We theorize they may have little Figgys, Tiggys, Liggys, and Miggys we can’t tell from their parents.

Well, that’s about it for now. Did you know my take on wood would turn out this way? I didn’t!

https://flic.kr/p/eaHEK7

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She Sparkles and Shines! #JusJoJan Day Five

Welcome to Day Five of Just Jot It January, where the theme is: “spangly.”

The word “spangly” carries some specific connections for me. There’s this song, for instance:
 

And there’s this very different one, a favorite of my teen years:

But more than either of those, “spangly” means this girl, to me.
 

Since before she could walk, she’s loved sparkly shoes and jewelry. Since she was two, she’s been all about the rainbow sprinkles, which, to me, are the “spangliest” of ice cream toppings. If it’s sparkly or shiny, iridescent or “holo” (her latest passion), she’s all about it.

It’s funny, because it seems so stereotypically “girl”….but there’s more to it, and to her. She’s a girl who loves nature and car repair, anatomy and camping, fishing and dinosaurs. There’s a reason I call her the Daredevil Diva. =)

It might be easy, seeing her out in public, where she tends to glitter as the “fancy daughter of a plain mother” to see that other side of her. But it’s there, and the proof is conclusive and abundant. She doesn’t need to be all of one thing or another. She’s not a label or a stereotype. She’s a girl blossoming into adolescence (she will be twelve-and-a-half this weekend). She is vast, as Walt Whitman once wrote, and she contains multitudes….and, I’m sure, more than a few spangly things are among them.