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A Matter of Faith 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…and enjoy the journey!

I’m typing this today in the cardiac cath lab waiting area. Jim is inside, being prepped for his central line port placement, through which he will receive his chemotherapy at some near-future time that has yet to be announced.

It’s 7:20am, an hour when I’m usually asleep.

Instead, I was up all night writing, blogging, and drafting my son’s homeschool report, because it’s much easier for me to stay up for early appointments than it is for me to get up for them – and Jim won’t be allowed to drive himself home.

So, while I have a few minutes to rub together, I thought I’d set up this post. I don’t have internet here, so no posting till later, but it’s nice to be getting to it early in the day. I’m often butting up hard against midnight, lately – if I get to posting at all.

Well, it’s now 11 hours later, and this post hasn’t made it past Word to my blog template yet. I was called in to be with Jim, then, while he had his procedure, I chatted with two other women in the waiting area until I was ushered back to his side while he recovered. Once we got home, I crashed for a three-hour nap. Since then, I’ve been alternately moving forward on hometending goals and puttering.

Now, though, it’s time to get this post done.

One last thing…

I haven’t been the best at visiting other #WIPpeteers, or responding to comments. There has been a great outpouring of positive energy headed our way…so much that it’s more than a bit overwhelming. In a very good way, but still…I’m emotionally overflowing, and need to take the answering a little at a time.

So, if you’re one of the people I’ve “ignored” since last week, please know it’s not because your comment doesn’t matter – but because it matters so much, I want to be able to give you the return attention you deserve. I do hope to get to everyone in the next week or so.

And now….on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 29, 2017.
  • My “fuzzy math” is: 9-2=7, and the month is 11…both lucky numbers when it comes to dice. Since my lucky number is 3, I’m sharing three sentences today, free of context.

A Matter of Faith

The problem was a matter of faith. Faith she was losing – if she ever truly had it.

It was difficult to tell whether what she had was truly faith, or the conditioning of a child that had been too young when taken from all she knew to resist what they gave her to replace it.

Who is the thinker of these thoughts?

Is she losing her faith?

Did she ever truly have it?

Any guesses?

If you’re missing my TnT fan fiction, and want more before they return from shore leave next week, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page anytime and stock up. =D

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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The Scent of Inkberries: #SoCS and #NaNoWriMo2017

 

“But let us return to the story.” She lifted a hand, fingers lightly closed. “Each of the Nine came to Mother, each sharing the same core of truth. Two daughters would be born.” She lifted a finger to give the words the weight of a list; another thing about her that had nay changed with time. “One would carry the blood of Tacivaar, and the other of Canivaar.” A second finger joined the first. This one bore the stains of her inkberries, minding Niaan of those nights when she would wake to the sound of Konii’s quills scratching away at vellum, or scraps of fabric paper Rachyl sometimes wove and bound into books for her. They had had long whispered talks, oftimes, about what Konii was learning in the archives, and what Niaan was learning in the Huntlands, and how it ever seemed more real than anything they were learning as part of Mother’s lessons.

That early closeness had faded, but the scent of inkberries, or their stain on the Mouse’s fingers and shift, was still enough to bring the memory of it surging, bringing warmth and trust –

“You have stopped listening, little sister.”

What do inkberries smell like?

What is the rest of this story?

Do you want to read more?

This stream-of-consciousness snippet was written for Among the Firestars, Volume Five (I think) of my epic fantasy Trueborn series-in-the-making, and my current NaNoWriMo novel-in-progress.

 

Meanwhile, in real life…

Well, as they say, nothing is written in ink, or in stone – including that people who married each other a little over 20 years ago will get to live to grow into old age together.

My husband has metastasized pancreatic cancer. The first suggestion of the realities to come was the day after our twentieth anniversary on August 23. He was having abdominal pains – sharp and shooting, and, after most of the day thinking maybe it had more to do with the rich dinner we’d had at the oyster bar the night before, we were finally concerned enough about the possibility of appendicitis that we headed to the emergency room.

An ultrasound revealed the culprit was likely his gall bladder, and that he might need to be more careful of rich or dairy foods. But there was also a spot on his liver “Probaby fatty tissue,” we were told, but it was recommended that he see his primary care physician sometime the next week to be sure.

He didn’t go. We were between insurance plans, money was tight as we were launching a small business, and he didn’t want to pile up bills that would make things even tighter. He decided to wait for his regular appointment a few weeks later.

But he wasn’t feeling great. Digestive issues became chronic. In the back of my mind, I worried. He was tired, and his belly hurt. When he saw his doctor, she confirmed a mass on the larger lobe of his liver, and he came home to tell me there would be a series of tests and treatments, starting with a colonoscopy, and ending with the surgical removal of the alleged fatty tissue.

A day or so before the Thursday colonoscopy, his leg started hurting. He limped out of the appointment. The pain didn’t abate, and it swelled. On Monday, he went to the emergent care, because he’d been told they had the equipment to do an ultrasound on the leg. They didn’t, so they sent him on to the emergency room – and, there, they diagnosed a deep vein thrombosis – a blood clot running the length of his leg.

Then there was the bloodwork, which showed proteins indicative of cancer in his blood. The ultrasound that showed the liver mass, and a node on his pancreas. The biopsy that showed pancreatic tissue in the liver mass. The diagnosis, and the prognosis: six to twelve months. Inoperable. Incurable. Radiation won’t help. Chemotherapy will give him maybe more time, and better quality of life. But it won’t cure this.

Only death will.

Things aren’t written in stone, or in ink. But maybe I can change that – find a way to use indelible ink to etch these last twenty years and however many months, weeks, days – maybe even years, if we get very lucky – into my soul.

Maybe ink isn’t needed. Maybe the indelibility is right here with us, in our children, in our home, in our minds and memories –

And in every moment we’re all still here, and living, and loving…

**

This post is my dip into Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week’s prompt is “ink.”

Read more SoCS posts right here.

Want to join in? Here are the rules.

Remains of the Last Supper of Our Old Normal, Aug. 23, 2017.

 

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Tangled and Useless 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 friends!

I’m so glad you came along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…and enjoy the journey!

It’s been an – eventful week. I’m not ready to discuss, but events have led to some serious shuffling of priorities and timelines – and I don’t see that changing much for the near future, at least.

So, while I was going to bring a brand-new segment of Among the Firestars, my epic fantasy NaNoWriMo novel, I’ve yet to add any new words today, so far. So, instead, I’m sharing 8 sentences of my main character’s fever-dream…

I could give you context for this story…but I think it’s more fun if I don’t, so…

On to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 8, 2017.
  • I have 8 sentences for you today, for the day.

Tangled and Useless

It was he, in Kaivelt’s guise, taking from her that which she meant only for her Solemate. He was a Usurper; he took what was nay his and seeded her with his poisoned blood, so that she produced nay the beginning of her Line, but instead a tiny, twisted babe who never drew breath, never roused for his Welcoming…

Tacivaar had usurped her. As the talons and fangs of the Usurpers’ machines rent the world-mother’s skin, and drove in their anguish, so had Tacivaar pierced her while wearing Kaivelt’s guise, leading her back to the maze each time she found some hint or shadow of his true form –

Was it Kaivelt, or Tacivaar, who wanted her now?

Which of them was coming for her? She saw both, intertwined as the pattern of one of Rachyl’s weavings. What if to pull them apart was to undo her, and leave her as nothing but the strands, tangled and useless to all, even herself?

Who is having the dream?

Who are Tacivaar and Kaively?

Why is she having these dreams?

Any guesses?

If you’re missing my TnT fan fiction, and want more before they return from shore leave next month, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page for an all-hours buffet. =D .

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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Pressing for #NaNoWriMo2017 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…and let me weave you a story.

But now, on to the WIPpeting!

I’ve been sharing installments of my TnT fan fiction story, a revised version of Humanity’s Enterprise.

But it’s now November, and that means National Novel Writing Month. And THAT means I’m working on something new.

I thought I’d play a little game, here. Each week, I’ll post a snippet of my new story. For every comment I get, I’ll share one fact about the novel the story is coming from.  And, since it’s been tricky for me lately, if you visit me, I’ll come visit you right back.

No worries – next month, my favorite interspecies couple will be back to irk and entice each other (and delight us).

Until then, though…here’s a little taste of something brand new.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 1, 2017.
  • I have 1 paragraph for you today, for the date.

Pressing

Her scalp tightened with each new item, so that, by the end, it felt far too tight to hold her skull, and the familiar pain was settling in behind her left eye like a Canivaarii fang, pressing and puncturing.

Who is “she”?

What are the items she references?

What do you most want to know after reading this?

Any guesses?

If you’re missing TnT, no worries. While our co-combatants are on hiatus, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page anytime, and catch up on some of their other adventures.

 

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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Surprises for #SoCS (A day late)

Standard disclaimer:

 I don’t own them; I don’t profit from them. They just tell me to write, and I do as ordered. They both outrank me, after all!

Surprises

“Which is it, T’Pol?”  Trip put his hands on his hips and got too close; that always seemed to trigger her a little, but, just like these dust-ups they seemed to keep on having, herkind of got the feeling that she liked it as much as he did.

She straightened her spine – how the hell did she manage to make it straighter than it already was? What the hell kind of witch was she, and what was going to happen if Starfleet Command ever saw her doing that? Probably have every human in Starfleet breaking their backs trying to do the same thing.

“Commander Tucker.”

“Yeah?” He sent the shiver of arousal at the way she said his name right back to her; her eyes were zeroed in on him, just him, and he wanted to keep them that way. Woman had the sexiest damn eyes – not quite as dark as they looked in a jazz club on a Tuesday night, and he thought he could get lost in the little flecks of green and gold –

“You are obstructing my path, and preventing me from determining the answer to your query.”

Damn. Her chin was up, and she enunciated each word. He could tell she was getting “agitated,” as she put it. If he pushed her any further now, he was going to push her away, and he didn’t want that.

No, he didn’t want that at all.

What he wanted was to get a hell of a lot closer to his Vulcan Surprise Package, now that they were both officially assigned to the same ship.  And that meant unwrapping a few surprises of his own.

He faux-glared at her for another second and a half, then shrugged. “Well, since I’m apparently just getting in your way, Sub-commander, the station is all yours. Never mind that this is Engineering, and I’m the Chief Engineer, since I’m sure you were playing with more complicated toys than this before you cut your first tooth –“

“I have never injured my teeth, Commander Tucker. And you are still blocking my access to the diagnostic display.”

“Well, then – I guess I’ll just go get a sandwich, since I’m not needed here.” He spun around and walked off, but turned to face her way when he went down the ladder. She was still standing in the same place, but she’d turned her head to watch him go, and it was a little tipped in that adorable way that said that just maybe he’d surprised her.

Trip started to whistle, imagining how much more surprised she was going to be when he brought her back a cup of chamomile tea.

This Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction is brought to you courtesy of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week’s prompt was “Which/witch/wich;” beginning with “Which”, and using all three versions, but NOT the old “Which witch is which.” As always, no editing (beyond typos).

You can find more of my fan fiction on my ff.net page.

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One Short Syllable for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday – 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 our 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 is at work on a Monday morning, feeling inspiration in the form of a newspaper rose.

 One Short Syllable

I’ll put Jeremy’s rose right by my lamp, to inspire me…

Above, in the livelier parts of the library, students and faculty mingle with the other librarians – the ones I’ve never paid much attention to.

Up above, right now, is life, and possibility.  That’s something I can tell Jeremy when I see him on Friday, before I ask all the questions already boiling over in my mind. The flower, and the story of how it came to me, are things I can talk about, with the others…

I pick up Jeremy’s paper rose, and head upstairs, humming “Red Rubber Ball”.  I see one of my colleagues wiping down tables – Fred? Brad? Matt?  I only know that it’s one short syllable.

What does Rose intend to do now?

Will she remember her colleague’s name?

Where will the rose lead Rose?

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.

As I type this on Thursday evening, NaNoWriMo is figuratively breathing down my neck, looking over my shoulder, and I’m still in the planning/early plotting stages of my WIP-to-be.

I’m not overly concerned, though. Each step in my hybridized process yields new insights and inspirations, and gets me a little more into the story world, so that my mind is priming itself for the journey ahead. I’m a discovery writer, anyway. Even when I have a well-developed plot, at some point the characters will just decide to go their own ways, and – poof! Before I know it, everything is different, and almost always for the better.

I’ll keep on going until November 1 – and then we’ll see.

Until then, may you and yours find joy!

Looking for more #8Sunday?

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Wholly Illogical for WIPpet Wednesday

 

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 time again 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.

I’m running into the last possible hour to post this and still have it be Wednesday where I live.  I’ve got a good reason…I went shopping with Lise, who needed cooler-weather clothing. We had lunch a at local coffee shop Professor Java’s, where she loves the BLTs and fizzy pink lemonade.

We had a great time, and she found things she can be excited to wear through the coming months.

But now, on to the WIPpeting!

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 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

Trip just got his comeuppance from Hoshi about the way he treated the new Vulcan Science Officer. Now, we switch back to T’Pol’s POV to see what happens next.

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 October 25, 2017.
  • I have 3 sentences for you today. Why three? I subtracted the first digit of the day from the second: 5-2=3.

Wholly Illogical

T’Pol listened to the conversation between Commander Tucker and the Communications Officer – Ensign Hoshi Sato, according to the documentation Starfleet had provided to Ambassador Soval. She was uncertain she understood the human subtext, but the young woman was apparently attempting to protect her from poor treatment – a misguided emotional response, perhaps, as how the Chief Engineer and the Captain chose to interact with her was of no importance as regarded her orders from the Vulcan High Command.

Then Commander Tucker – Trip – appeared beside her station, and his scent precipitated a response within her that was wholly illogical.

Will T’Pol reveal her reaction to Trip’s scent?

What does Commander Tucker intend?

What are T’Pol’s orders from the Vulcan High Command?

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!