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She Floated: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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. 

Hi there!

Did I visit anyone (or everyone?) last week? I think I did.

Let’s say I did. Let’s say I’ll be able to do it again, too…and let’s also say that, if I didn’t visit you, and you shared on the WIPpet linky, I’m sorry I missed you. It’s been a week of delving deeply into Many Things, and we’re still making the adjustment from my Accomplice working dinner shifts to breakfast and lunch ones, as he settles into this new job and the new routines that go with it.

But all that aside, we’re here today for WIPpet Wednesday, so let’s dive in, shall we?

We’re still with Ava Garcia in Sea Changes, from my Kifo Island series.

Ava was a constant revelation during the writing of her story. Her struggle goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!

The Premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! I’ll be creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (proceeding very slowly), and I’ve completed Holly Lisle’s How to Revise Your Novel class.

Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!

Context:

 

Ava presses her luck.

Warning: Her father has a potty mouth. You have been warned – NSFW!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is February 8, 2017

  • I used the digits of the month and day, subtracting 2 from 8 for 6 short paragraphs.

She Floated

But she wasn’t there, and he wasn’t here. She was thousands of miles away, and she was going to be dead soon enough. Out of his reach forever. For the first time in her life, she could say exactly what she wanted, and he couldn’t do a damned thing to her.

“Well, that’s too bad, Papi. I’m not telling you. No one will. The confidentiality agreements here are what you would call iron-clad.” Why was she doing this?

A memory of her dream. Because she was following the bubbles, and the bubbles were leading her. She floated; her father couldn’t touch her here.

Are you – yes, freak, I mean you! – fucking my daughter?”

She was drowning in the dream, wasn’t she? Wasn’t that why she needed to follow the bubbles?

Sir, I assure you -”

What assurance will Donovan make?

How will Ava’s father receive it?

What will Ava do?

What happens next?

Next week, we may get more answers…

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No Matter: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.

Hi there!

Things are settling down a bit here, as we all adjust to my Accomplice’s radically different work schedule. After working evenings for their entire lifetimes, he’s now at a restaurant that closes after lunch. It’s got him going to bed earlier, and the rest of us learning to accommodate that into our lives.

I’m also in the process of applying for part time work. I’ve been out of the workforce for a decade, to focus on homeschooling. That was necessary, in the beginning; the kids needed me. But, in the last several months, especially, they’ve both grown to the point where they like time to be home on their own, and that’s also a valuable skill for them to develop as they grow to independence. At the same time, I’m ready for a challenge, and I enjoy meeting new people and having an outside goal.

I’m thinking this may even help my writing, because it’s often true that having a more limited time frame to work within can help me prioritize what would be the best project to move forward.

And it’ll give us a bit of added financial resources after a lean several months, which, with two swiftly growing offspring with appetites to match, can only be helpful!

I’ll also have a treat this month for those who enjoy my TnT fan fiction: Every day this month, Ill be participating in #Loveuary, over at Ritu’s But I Smile Anyway. I’ll have a tiny snippet of flash fiction to share.

But all that aside, we’re here today for WIPpet Wednesday, so let’s dive in, shall we?

We’re still with Ava Garcia in Sea Changes,  from my Kifo Island series.

Ava was a constant revelation during the writing of her story. Her struggle goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!

The Premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! I’ll be creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (proceeding very slowly), and I’ve completed Holly Lisle’s How to Revise Your Novel class.

Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!

Context:

Ava just called her father “nobody” – in Spanish.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is February 1, 2017

  • I used the digit of the day, for 1 paragraph.

No Matter

He got hold of himself enough to snarl, “I want to know what the two of you are up to, and I want to know right now.” The telltale muscle at the base of his lower jaw was twitching, and Ava heard his teeth grinding. If he was here, or she was there, she’d be on the floor for sure, no matter that she was sick.

Will Ava’s father unleash his fury?

How will Ava respond?

What does Donovan think of this exchange?

What happens next?

Next week, we may get more answers…

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The Press of Time: #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

Just a quick note today: I’ve already written lots of words in lots of places this week, and I’d like to wrap up a few other things before midnight, when my “accounting” week ends.

I owe you all an apology: I’ve been lousy about getting around to folks or answering comments lately. I can’t exactly say why, except that I’ve been doing other things, and, when I look up, a truly embarrassing amount of time has gone by, but I just have these three other things I’m *soclose* to finishing, and then there are more ideas, more things to do and see, people to chat with, hug, laugh with, and love, purring cats, things to read, and…

I’m guessing you get the idea, and that it probably bothers me more than you, since I’m sure you have full or maybe sometimes overflowing lives of your own.

I’ll be around more, this week. It’s a priority. You are a priority.

See you soon, but, till then….a fitting snippet.

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

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

Context:

A young commuter has offered her coffee to the poorly dressed man who was watching her.

The Press of Time

I wave the coffee almost close enough to his nose to be impolite, driven by the press of time. I want him to have this; want to know that I’m not leaving him huddled and yearning. But there is also something that demands I make more than the empty gesture; that I give him not only my coffee, but something of myself. “I’m Rose, and it will please me greatly if you will take this, and enjoy it.”

A smile tickles at the corners of his mouth. “I accept only that which I can pay for. Therefore, I will accept your name, kind Rose, and give you my own. I am called Lost Jeremy.”

Will Lost Jeremy finally accept the coffee?
Will he insist on paying?
How?
Will Rose make her train?

Any guesses you’d like to share?

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 add it as my own self-published backlist.

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Dear Old Papi: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.

It’s a busy week here; much coming and going; doing and being. I didn’t get around to everyone last week, and I’m sorry; I was pulled instead into the revision course I’m taking. It’s intensive, and it’s changing the way I approach this process.

So, that’s about all I have to say right now. I want to get this posted; I have other things I want to focus on tomorrow, and a coffee date with a friend later in the day.

Ready?

We’re back to Ava Garcia in Sea Changes.

Ava grew on me during the writing of her story. She was a constant revelation. Her struggle is compelling. For me, it goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!

The Premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! My plan is to begin creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (which isn’t happening, at the moment. Post NaNo, I expect to pick up steam for the next few months).

Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!

Context:

Donovan deals with Ava’s troublesome caller.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 11, 2017

  • I used the last two digits of the year, for 17 sentences.

Dear Old Papi

Ava nodded, and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see them – even their voices were too much, after the battle she’d fought to get here.

Donovan Nash, on behalf of Ava Garcia,” Donovan said, in an authoritative voice he hadn’t used with her, not even once. “How may I help you?”

Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my daughter’s cottage?”

Dear old Papi. Yell first; calm down never.

I’m representing Miss Garcia during those times when she is incapacitated and not able to take calls.” Donovan was breathing slow and easy; her father sounded like he was panting in that way he had before he let loose.

Incapacitated?! What the hell do you mean by incapacitated? She’s only been in that godforsaken grisly hellhole for a day! What on earth have you people done to her on that backward island?!” So loud, so sharp. Had he been this loud when she lived with him? Or was it because he couldn’t get to her here?

I’m not at liberty to divulge any information beyond that Miss Garcia is sleeping.”

 

Will Ava’s father accept Donovan answer?

Will Ava give herself away?

What happens next?

Next week, we’ll learn a little more…

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“Especially Not to Me”: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.

So, do you remember what you were doing twenty-four years ago, today?

I do.

I was laying on the couch at my parents’ house, unable to lift my hands even to chest height, because of the pain in my neck. That’s where I heard that Paul Simon and Edie Brickell had just welcomed a son into the world.

Maybe I should back up a few hours…

I was driving to a mandatory training session for work along Interstate 787, which goes from a limited-access highway to a 45 mph stretch bisecting Cohoes, New York. People often speed through this area, even though there are major local intersections governed by traffic lights.

It was expected to storm later that afternoon, so I was focused on getting to the meeting, then seeing my last client of the day, in the hopes of making it home ahead of the weather.

One of the lights turned yellow far enough ahead of me that I was sure I wouldn’t be able to beat it safely. I had plenty of time to slow down and stop. I was waiting when I heard and felt a tremendous impact which sent my little subcompact through the intersection – fortunately, there was no traffic moving in that direction right then – and to the other side, my foot still on the break.

Twenty-four years, and I still deal with twinges and stiffness from the several compressed cervical vertebrae. I’m lucky, though – the seat belt that confined the personal damage to my head and neck saved my life. It could have been much, much worse, as my totaled car proved.

So, in remembrance of that day, this week I give you a single, impactful paragraph. And, yes, I know I’m late – that can happen when you spend many hours reading Really Good FanFiction!

I’d like to say I have regrets about that, but I have none. =D

We’re back to Ava Garcia  in Sea Changes

Ava grew on me during the writing of her story. She was a constant revelation. Her struggle is compelling. For me, it goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!

The Premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! My plan is to begin creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (which isn’t happening, at the moment. Post NaNo, I expect to pick up steam for the next few months.)

Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!

Context:

Donovan is helping Ava in the aftermath of a nosebleed, and her computer just signaled an incoming call, and he offered to answer for her.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 28, 2016

  • I‘m sharing 1 paragraph.

Especially Not to Me”

If I know them – and I’ve had a lifetime of practice – they’d just start calling the authorities with stories. They’ll take some out of context. Exaggerate. Make things up, if that’s what it takes.” She sighed. “They don’t like to lose. Not to each other. And especially, not to me. Ever.”

 

Who’s calling?

Is Ava right?

Will she answer?

What’s next?

Next week, we’ll learn a little more…

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The Cogs of My Monday: #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” is a story that’s been with me longer than my oldest child. It began, in its earliest form, when I was only sixteen, and there was a compelling news story that fired my sense of empathy and imagination. A teenaged boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event, and, several days later, was found, deceased.

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

I’m not quite sure how to classify this story; any ideas and impressions you have, I’d love to hear!

Context:
 

A young woman is waiting for her train and musing about the disconnection of the people around her. She realizes that she’s being watched by a threadbare man she doesn’t know, but then a group of teenagers come between them.

The Cogs of My Monday

I can pretend that there are only the girls and their simple lives – lives that include warm coats and Monday morning treats. I can pretend he’s not there, in his flimsy windbreaker, hands clutching an invisible travel mug. But what right do I have to do that, to go on with my life in the face of his need – a need I’ve seen and recognized?

The cogs of my Monday grind and catch. I huddle into my cloak, echoing his posture. He’s watching intently, licking his lips as he stares, not at me, but at the cup I hold.

The gears of routine grind and squeal and smoke, but they can’t move on – not while I know he’s sitting there.

Maybe someone will help him.

But that’s less than an answer.

Who is the man?
Why is he here at the train station?
Does the woman have some answer to his need?
Will she be able to get on with her Monday?

Come back next week and learn more!

“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 add it as my own self-published library.

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“If You’re Too Tired”: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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. 

I’m not as early as I was last week (when I actually ended up being late; it’s complicated), but I’m much more relaxed this Tuesday night. Last week, you see, I still had lots of things left to do…the Victorian Street Walk, Hamilton’s Albany and dinner with my boy, coat shopping and lunch with my girl. I still had a meditation workshop and a write-in to attend.

Yep – last week was busy in all kinds of ways. This week – calm. It’s not like there’s nothing going on; I’m working on homeschool quarterly reports, wrapping up another Kifo Island novel draft (The Far Shore, to be exact), revisions, and The Rest of Life…

So, here I am, on a Tuesday night, setting up tomorrow’s blogposts, and working on a couple of other things. Except that now, somehow, once again, it’s Wednesday afternoon, heading for evening, and here I am, still getting through today’s three slated blog posts…and now, just like that, it’s after dark. One of the posts is up, the second is in the finishing stage, and this one…well, it’s moving along.

Will I get it done by midnight? Stick around and see! =D

We’re back to Ava Garcia  in Sea Changes.

Ava grew on me during the writing of her story. She was a constant revelation. Her struggle is compelling. For me, it goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!

The Premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! My plan is to begin creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (which isn’t happening, at the moment. Post NaNo, I expect to pick up steam for the next few months).

Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!

Context:

Donovan is helping Ava in the aftermath of a nosebleed.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 7, 2016

  • I‘ve got 7 short paragraphs today one for each day in the date.

“If You’re Too Tired”

“Bleeding’s slowed down a lot, now.”
 

“They usually don’t last too long -” Ava didn’t add, ‘yet’, because she didn’t want to think about that now.
 

“But you’ll be even tireder, after.” He lifted the cloth slowly. “All done now. Would you like to try to sip a little cucumber water? I made up a fresh batch while you were napping.” He smiled, and lifted a water bottle with a straw, and she wet her lips and took a few drops onto her tongue, not daring more.

When she had enough, she started to lift her hand, and he gently took the bottle away. “You’ve been reading my records already.”

Donovan smiled at her. “I told you I would. I want to be the best help to you that I can be, Ava-”

The computer at her elbow signaled an incoming call.

“I can get that, if you’re too tired.”

Will Ava take Donovan up on his offer?

Who’s calling?

Is it someone Ava will want to talk to?

What’s next?

Next week, we’ll learn a little more.

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