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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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Foundations Building Slowly: #ROW80 and #12WeekYear Week 4 Final Update

Hey there! 

On Wednesday, I asked this question:

What is your favorite book, and why do you love it?

Today, I’m going to give you my answer. I have many favorites, but two I come back to again and again. One is fiction, the other a memoir of sorts:

Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein. This is the book that gave us the word “grok” – and opened my eyes to new philosophies and perspectives. It was recommended to me by a sometimes lover in my early twenties, and it was the best thing by far to come from that connection.

Gift From the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. While her husband and her firstborn child are more famous, Anne Morrow Lindbergh was a gifted writer and poet in her own right. This book was written during a mostly solitary island retreat, and the stages of a woman’s life are symbolized by different varieties of seashells. Each time I read it, I’m in a slightly different phase of my own life, and understand on a different level.

Now, on to the main event. This wasn’t my best week ever; I think being in a low point in my biorhythm had an effect, as well as the inclusion of the homeschool reports. Still, I did get some things finished, and most things moved forward, so there’s that. =D

Relationships, Family, and Home:

Complete two chapters Stained; one Spellfire, until both are complete.

  • Stained: Chapter Five comments (p. 3/11); 1/2 chapters in progress.
  • Week 4 Progress: About 25%

Complete five hometending rounds in study; three in bedroom; and one on porch: Weeks 4-6.

  • Bedroom 3/3; Study 5/5.
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

Facilitate Jeremiah’s driving practice thrice weekly: Weeks 4-9.

  • 3/3: More navigation; four lane highways; moderate traffic; hairpin curves; and light rain. He’s really getting the hang of turns and traffic lights. Decided to skip a third session due to being too tired – which shows he can exercise good judgment about WHEN to drive, too. =)
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

Draft Lise’s Homeschool Quarterly Report: Week 4.

  • ELA; Math, Sciences, and History and Geography sections complete; Arts in progress: 5/10
  • Week 4 Progress: 45%

Professional/Financial:

DIY-MFA Pixels to Platform:

Work on Modules One (due Week 5) and Two (due Week 7). There will be some overlap here.

  • Module One: Input of info into Video 2; Play Sheet 2/3, and created 7 Respondent Research Pages.  Reread Play Sheet 3/3; chose a book to begin the Breadcrumb Process.
  • Week 4 Progress: About 30%

Slaying SEO:

Complete 3 hours/week in this class.

  • 1.5/3 hours completed; watched video and did intros.
  • Week 4 Progress: 50%

How To Revise Your Novel:

Complete three hours of lessons, using “On Any Tuesday Night.” Weeks 4-12.

  • 3/3 hours completed; Lesson 6/22 in progress; p. 6/82; Scene 3/21 in progress.
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

New Writing:

Trueborn: Solemates (title changing to Among the Firestars):

Plan through Character Arc – Step 8/22. Week 4.

  • Antagonist Sheet in progress; Step 6/22 (Part 2/5).
  • A great deal of insight gained!
  • Week 4 Progress: About 35%

OctPoWriMo:

Write poems 22-28/31. Week 4.

  • Poems completed through 28/
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

Chef Bluebeard:

Maintain/adapt media schedule: Week 4-12.

  • Simmering ways to adapt schedule as I move through this week.
  • Discovered a major problem with our gestating website, and resolved it with tech support – hooray for me!
  • Week 4 Progress: About 25%

Find/contact holiday venues; contact total of 4 businesses for POS sales. Weeks 4-6.

  • Began drafting a contact letter for cold sales contacts.
  • Percolating a brochure.
  • Checked local listings; no new venues, but names of several businesses to add to our contact list.
  • Week 4 Progress: 2o%

Health, Fitness, and Spirituality:

Samsung Health:

Complete 5K Week 7: Week 4.

  • Workout made up for Wednesday, Oct. 25.
  • Workout completed for Friday, October 27 – I jogged a 15 minute interval for the first time! =D
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

Tai chi, yoga, reiki:

Tai chi: Attend class at least weekly. Weeks 4-12.

  • Week 4 Progress: 0%

Mindful Eating:

Eat a vegetable based meal Wednesday/Friday: Weeks 4-5.

  • Wednesday: Veggie Panini Sandwich/Side Salad
  • Friday: Rosemary and Sage Acorn Squash Ravioli
  • Week 4 Goal COMPLETED!

 

Personal Expression:

Return Torrid bra for refund/exchange.

  • Week 4 Progress: 25%

Assess jewelry; purchase new pieces as they speak to me.

  • Finished going through my existing jewelry.
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

Make a list of items I might enjoy adding to my collection: Week 4– 6.

  • Began simmering ideas.
  • Week 4 Progress: 75%

Evaluate wardrobe as the season changes.

  • Decided to get earmuffs; other than that; I’m set.
  • Week 4 Actions COMPLETED!

Purchase snow and driving gloves: Week 4.

  • Looked for snow gloves while shopping w/Lise; no luck.
  • Week 4 Progress: 25%

 

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Like a Promise  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 is at work on a Monday morning, contemplating Jeremy and the nature of her own humanity – or perhaps, lack thereof…

Like a Promise

I’m like her, here – the nameless, faceless Very Tame Dragon in her lair, seldom surfacing, seldom seen.

I read the letter again, focusing on what it says about that thorny hundred dollar bill:

“The money, I leave you as a gift; do with it what you will.  I have less need of it than you might suspect.”

This week stretches ahead, suddenly alive with possibility. Jeremy’s money sits on my bare desk like a promise. Maybe I’ll find a pretty blotter –  I loved those as a little girl.

What will Rose do with the money Jeremy gave her?

Where did that money come from?

Can she learn to embrace her own humanity?

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.

I was away much of last week, and never quite got to the point of pulling together an #8sunday post. My husband and I spent four days in Maine – a mini-romantic getaway that was the first one we’ve had since we became parents a little over 16 years ago.

Now I’m back, recharged and ready for new challengeslike NaNoWriMo

Until then, may you and yours find joy!

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Of Battenberg Lace 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 is at work on a Monday morning, contemplating the gift given to her by a shabbily dressed man, and beginning to see her m life in new ways….

Of Battenberg Lace

How can Jeremy afford to eat there, or have this kind of money, and claim not to need it?

Another question –

Why have I spent so many days hunched and huddled away in this desolate little office?

Jeremy created beauty, in only a few moments, with only a newspaper and his skills. I have time and abundance, and yet, this space is devoid of character. What did that say, about me?

I’ve never before imagined what my office could be. There’s a window high up in this basement – it’s bare, but I can reach it, and there’s a shelf beneath where I could place potted flowers. Curtains would add softness. I’ve always been fond of Battenburg lace…

What makes Jeremy and Rose so different?

Will Rose act on her new ideas?

Will she meet Jeremy again?

Why does he want to meet her there?

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.

I’m running a bit earlier this week. I’d love to say it’s that I’ve gotten everything into order, and things are ticking along like a train on the track….but if I did, I’d be giving you a second work of fiction.

Honestly, it’s that I’m not likely to have time or focus to do this tomorrow or Saturday, as I’ll be spending both days away from home – exploring cafes with my best-friend-since-forever; and then a homecoming party.

Then, Sunday and Monday, we’ve got the final markets at two of our venues. It’s going to seem strange not going there each week – but next weekend, our round of fall festivals, craft fairs, and even a large swap meet kick into a higher gear for the next several weeks.

We’re also expanding a bit. I’m experimenting with adding some writing to what we offer, and we’ll also be launching our “gift buckets” – an actual royal blue bucket with either 3 or 5 sauces. We can make a few ahead, or make them custom to guests’ tastes.

But first – posting this, and finally getting around to those visits I’ve been trying to make all week!


Until we meet again, may you and yours be well!

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This Riddle of A Man 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 is at work on a Monday morning, exploring the gift given to her by a shabbily dressed man, when she discovers something unexpected.

This Riddle of A Man

It’s a hundred dollar bill, crisp and new, as though it’s never been used or folded, until it became a thorn. Had it been in his paper, the whole time?

It reminds me of a fortune cookie – and, as I open it, a folded slip of paper is revealed, like a fortune tucked within the thorn.

Who is this riddle of a man? How could he have a hundred dollar bill, or give it away, when his own need was so great? The money is the thorn, the sticking point. I set it aside, not understanding it, and take up the little piece of paper, unfolding it until it’s about the size of a business card. There’s a message, written in a tiny, precise hand:

“Greetings,

Your kindness went beyond guilt, or a token gesture, and has touched me deeply.

Who exactly IS Jeremy?

Where did he get the money?

Is there more to his note?

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.

Last week, I totally forgot to do an #8Sunday post – until about Monday afternoon! I think the fact that I posted the previous segment, “The Thorn,” early in the week prior (after prepping it and forgetting to post it the week before), threw me off.

Or it was working a two day festival the week after our son turned 16, the legal driving age in our state…

Either way, I forgot, and unintentionally left people hanging with a mysterious amount of unfortunately imaginary money…hopefully, I’ve answered that question, at least.

I’ve also found a way at last to work visits into my weekly routine, so I’ll be better at those from this point forward.

Read more #8Sunday right here!

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Society Threw Him Away 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 is at work on a Monday morning, but she can’t escape from memories of the ragged, compelling man she met at the train station.


Society Threw Him Away

I’ve never made a point of lingering to exchange greetings. I reach the stairs that lead to my office, and descend, alone. But the rose is in my bag, and I can feel Jeremy’s kisses across my forehead. I’m not as alone as I’ve been every other Monday.

Remembering the coat that couldn’t keep him warm, and his chapped hands moving with such confident artistry, warms me and, at the same time, chills me. I imagine him sitting in the coffee shop, no longer huddled, breathing in the rich smells, sipping and eating while he indulges in his paper. Society threw him away without noticing the quick intelligence in his eyes, or the kindness in his gentle voice – but I notice, and I won’t throw him away, in my own heart, even if I never see him again.

The familiar cogs of my day stick, then lurch forward again, reminding me of the train.

Will Rose return to the station to see Jeremy?

Is he safe and warm in the coffee shop?

What’s next?

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.

This week, Shakespeare in the Park with my teen was a go. We saw A Winter’s Tale – I had no prior exposure to the play, so it was fresh. I liked much of it – although I found the ending rather too indicative of the way women were viewed in that era, and too often still are today.

I’m still recovering from four months of writing challenges. Much of this week was taken up by working on my husband’s new hot sauce business, and then homeschool reporting. Nearly finished with that, at least, and then things will settle down enough that I can make the rounds to other Eight Sentence Sunday writers – I’ve missed you all!

And, on that note….

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A Music of Their Sorrow for #SoCS August 5, 2017

High above, the venting holes for the cookfires showed the stars. Niaan remembered a time when she’d lain on the ledge, demanding to see the stars. Kaivelt’s stars. Xanaas had stood for her, even against the Huntleader’s wishes, made walls of furs so that she could see, and still be warm and tended.

She’d dreamed of Kaivelt – but he was absent from her mind, now, as he sometimes was.

She needed him now, but he was out there somewhere circling a small yellow star on a planet called Earth, or Terra 3. Strange, faraway names. Would that world sing to him, as Aletris once had for her?

If the stars were lower, closer to the ground of her world, could she reach up, and dance her way back to Kaivelt, as she had when she was a child, and so was he?

Would they ever come together, truly?

“Huntleader?”

“I’m not your -” But she stopped herself. She couldn’t continue to refuse the name they’d given to her, or the role it assigned to her. Tacivaar was gone, stalking her as his prey. Shinjao was gone, off to seek what was needed for the days to come. Xanaas was gone to the End Hunt – or whatever awaited a healer who had served long and with compassion. Sylain and Teslyn did as much as they could – but they were not Hunters, and not Trueborn, and had not the knowing that came of all those lessons trapped in the stifling little room in Mother’s Keep, meant to make a Kai out of her while Vaara was hidden away in a forgotten chamber.

“I beg pardon of you, Huntleader -”

Teslyn’s voice was soft, hesitant – lost, as Niaan had never thought to hear it. They were all lost. The Tribeless who had escaped with their lives, and nothing more than those. The wounded, some of whom still might not live, even more so now that Xanaas did not.

All of the Pridekeep, lost, bereft of their Huntleader, so that they put her in his place, and made of her what they had need of from her.

“No pardon is needed of me, Teslyn. I beg mine of you. I heard the child’s missive, and did nay come.”

“I would I had nay need of you. Sleep is what Sylain says Xanaas ordered…but there is no other fit to light his pyre. I thought mayhap you would -”

“Yes. It will be honor to offer him his Final Welcoming.” She pried herself out of the nest. She could smell the fires, and the lingering scent of those Welcomed yesternight, and the two nights before. How many more nights, before there were no more dead to tend to?

She followed Teslyn to the entrance of the Pridekeep, wondering why her limbs felt like the heaviest of Osiraan’s branches.

She heard the Pride before she saw them. They made a music of their sorrow, with all notes woven into the tapestry. Her mind played with the thought of Rachyl weaving this song into patterns and colors – the borders the lowest of the moans and the highest keening wails….

This post is my entry for Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS), where the weekly prompt was “high/low.” It is a brand-new snippet from my novel-draft-in-progress, Foul Deeds Will Rise, part of my Trueborn series.