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So Far for #SoCS: Stream of Consciousness…Sunday?

So far….

So far, it’s been not quite two months since Jim died.

So far, the kids and I are all right.

So far, I still don’t know how I’m going to get the roof, ceilings, and floors repaired.

So far, I haven’t quite managed to file the life insurance claim.

So far, I’ve done a little cooking, but not as much as I would like.

So far, there’s far more to be done than there is me to do it.

So far, I’ve started reclaiming my bedroom, but I’m still not quite in the habit of using my new workstation with the dual monitors, because I have such a long history of sitting on my bed with my laptop – which is just what I’m doing right now.

So far, I still haven’t quite wrapped my head around the reality of Jim’s death.

So far, I’m keeping things mostly together, even if the garbage didn’t get picked up last week because I didn’t get that bill paid in time.

So far, we’re making plans a few months ahead, and dreaming a bit further.

So far…to go, and so far from where we were a year ago, when we couldn’t see any of this coming, when Jim and I thought we’d grow old together, in some time that was still so far away.


This Stream of Consciousness Saturday post was brought to you by the prompt “so far.” Check out other posts, or submit your own!

I miss this face…and the man it belonged to.
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Weathering the Whether for #SoCS

Whether the weather be fine

Whether the weather be foul

Life goes on…until it doesn’t.

I’m not sure if that’s particularly relevant to anything – or at least anything I’m going to write in this post – but it’s what came out of my mind, which has been up for a good number of hours doing writing-things and Trek-things.

It gets a little weird in here when I get very sleepy, and the connections between things that don’t seem connected get a little wibbly-wobbly, like lime jello on a hospital tray.

See, I had no idea lime jello was going to have a place in this post! But then, no one really ever expects lime jello, do they?

The kids used to have the book Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.  Sunny, With Scattered lime jello just doesn’t seem to have the same ring to my ears.

Speaking of weather, we’ve had some damp chilly times lately here in upstate New York. I think the local weather folks are getting nervous, or maybe hearing a lot of complaints, as though maybe people think unsettled weather in the springtime is their doing. There must be a bit of “kill the messenger” mentality, at least. In the last two days, I’ve heard one proclaim he wished he didn’t have to give the forecast. Another gave the Saturday forecast – cloudy but dry – and then said good night, as though there couldn’t be anything more to say. When he continued the forecast, I understood why. Saturday will be the last dry day for a spell.

It always makes me wonder whether people just forget past weather – like last spring and summer, when we were experiencing a drought – nowhere near what California endured, but still quite dry for this area. The wet now seems more like nature’s imaginary pendulum swinging back, but there seems to be a certain attitude that never wants rain, until it stops falling….

For myself, I’m in a place of personal and professional transition. There’s too much happening at a level too deep for language, so I’m not going to go into details yet. This is a long-term kind of feeling, so it may be a while before I can see things clearly. All I know for sure is that I will do what I can to weather the whether.

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

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The Outline of Her Childhood: #SoCS for April 8, 2017

Why, hey there!

You’re here just in time for a bit of an historic event– this is the first day I’m posting to my blog from my brand-new Lenovo Yoga. It’s smaller and lighter than my first Yoga, which I bought three years ago. That will become my Accomplice’s once I’ve gotten my immense number of files all sorted and/or moved over to this compact but powerful little machine. His current Acer netbook, which doesn’t have a touchscreen, will be perfect for Lise, who doesn’t want one, and mostly will use it to browse the Internet and for the viewing and creation of videos. Of course, that’s another round of clearing and sorting…it’s likely to be closer to the end of the month than the beginning, by the time I’ve got everyone settled in this computer-swap chain.

I love this new machine already. It’s fast! Not only that, but, since it’s an updated version of what I had, it’s taken almost no time at all to adjust to the keyboard, which is nearly identical, with the same amount of space between keys, and a very similar feel (and even a bit more “clack” to their sound, which I honestly kind of love, because it reminds me of my childhood pecking at my father’s old manual typewriter).

Okay, enough of that. We’re here for a reason, after all, and it’s not my rhapsodizing about my new little think box. It’s Saturday, and that means it’s time for Linda G. Hill’s weekly edition of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. It’s been a few weeks since I posted this ultra short piece.  I haven’t even gotten back to answer the comments on that one,..but I will. Really.


Now’s the time when I say thank you to my readers, and try to explain why I’ve been so absent. You see, April is a CampNaNoWriMo month, and I’m current drafting The Last House, a prequel for my Kifo Island series. So, today, I’m going to share a snippet I wrote just yesterday – it’s fresh and rough, and likely bears little resemblance to its eventually revised and polished form, which maybe makes it a perfect #SoCS piece.

This week’s prompt is give/given/giving: begin the post with one of these words, with bonus points for ending with one, as well.

The Outline of Her Childhood

Giving people hell seemed to be a big part of Drea’s personality. Maybe it was a defense mechanism. Tim wanted to understand this tendency in a woman who was so sweet in so many other ways. But he hadn’t lived the kind of life Drea had. Even though his parents weren’t together now, and had never been particularly affectionate with one another, he’d had them both when he was a kid. He’d known that he had one brother and one sister, and that they had the same parents he did. When he thought about “home” and childhood, those thoughts centered on the single house where he’d grown up, and the things they had done: camping, Little League, Scouts, making bad clubs that turned into bad bands when they got a little older. A few scrapes, and scary moments, but nothing major.

No, his real troubles hadn’t started until he was an adult, and got pneumonia for the second time in a year, and landed in the hospital, where a young, pretty respiratory therapist he had a crush on had handed him his nebulizer, and, when he took it from her, noticed the “clubbing” of his fingers – something he’d never really even paid attention to. She said that could happen when the fingertips don’t get enough oxygen for a long period of time, and she recommended he be tested for a disease called cystic fibrosis.

Tim had known almost nothing about the genetic inheritance that had been a part of him since the moment of his conception. It had been slowly killing him ever since, and he hadn’t even known. He’d had a normal, reasonably happy American boyhood, filled with small adventures, the droning of school and homework, and the freedom of long upstate New York summer days with nothing at all to do.

Drea hadn’t had that kind of life. She didn’t talk much about it; all Tim knew was that her mother didn’t even know who her father was; she’d been an addict, and sold herself to anyone who could give her her next fix. At some point, Drea had been removed from her mother’s care, and made a ward of the state. She’d been bounced around from one foster home to another – too many, she said, to keep track of, and she only stayed in touch with two or three that had lasted more than a month or two, and where the people had been decent to her. But every time that happened, she said, her mother would try to get custody back, doing just enough to please the courts, and back to her Drea would go.

That was the outline of her childhood, and Tim didn’t know if she would ever fill in the details, or even if he wanted her to. It was clearly painful; maybe it was better forgotten as much as it ever could be. It was maybe enough to know that she hadn’t had the advantages that he had been given.

And that’s it – a little teaser to pass the time.

If you’d like to wade deeper into the Stream of Consciousness waters, you can find this week’s posts at this link or by clicking the icon above. If you’d like to take a dive into the waters, and post your own stream-of-consciousness piece, the rules are here.


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I’ll Do It Shortly…..#SoCS for March 11, 2017

I’ve had a lifelong habit of practicing the opposite of brevity. My stories, verbal or written, were long. Maybe that’s because the words they were made out of tended to be long, too.

But, as the years I’ve lived grow longer, and I’ve got maybe fewer years ahead than I might like, as my life is filled with dreams and children and ….well, living.

And, in the process, I’m learning how to be brief.

At least sometimes. At least for some things.

Shorter stories. Shorter posts. Sometimes, shorter workouts.

This post, too.

I’m keeping it short, because there’s life to live.

See you all next week, and may the living you do hold more sunlight than shadows.

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

And a very short song, to cap things off.



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Projects, Projecting, and Projections: #SoCS for March 5, 2017

I’ve just wrapped up the most strenuous phase of an important project: my childrens’ quarterly homeschool reports are drafted, and their attendance logs brought up to date.

It’s a large burden lifted from the beginning of my month – the reports are due by the 15th. I set the date, which is my right, but the reports themselves are legal requirements in my state. They’re a project that means little to me. I trust my childrens’ ability to learn what they need to live lives that matter to them; much of my time with them is spent in supporting that ability in every way I’m able, from casual conversation to major excursions and expenses.

But these reports are a necessity in order to lawfully homeschool in my state, so I do them four times yearly, with added letters of intent, instruction plans, and end-of-year reports and/or testing.

So, now that project is well underway. I’ll wait a day or two before I review them for errors (I have an intense dislike of making typos on homeschooling paperwork!) and submit them to our local school district.

And, with the drafting project complete, I’m able to make a projection: by the time he is sixteen years old, in early September, my son will have completed all state-required units of study, and have, in effect, “graduated,” even though that fact will change nothing about the way he chooses to learn, and our state does not grant diplomas to homeschool students.

I might create one for him, if he’s interested in having it. He could then legitimately say he has one, should he have the occasion to want it, and it would be a nice way to “formalize” this point in his life.

You might notice that I don’t call it an accomplishment or a milestone. That’s because it isn’t, for him. He’s never lived within the mainstream educational system, and he’s never been particularly interested in what our state requires of him. When I tell him he’ll have to test this year, or that certain things are required, he does them because they’re the cost of living his life on his own terms, and he’s mature enough to understand that resisting simply wastes time and energy he could be using to do what needs to be done, so that he can go back to doing what he wants to do.

And what does he want to do, this sometimes-goofy-big-kid, sometimes-breathtakingly-near-to-being-a-man person who lives at my house? Well, the “experts” in the educational system spend a good deal of time projecting images of what might happen if children are left to their own devises, without teaching and limitations to steer them on the way to adulthood. There’s also a great concern about “screen time” and how devastating that is, and a general sense that young people today are entering their adult lives later than ever, and poorly prepared for the challenges they contain.

Well, in recent months, he’s researched the legal requirements for starting a small business, emigrating to Canada (to my Canadian friends – you’d be fortunate if he ultimately decides on that course of action; he’s quite a guy, and funny, too!), various laws in our nation and others, slang from the last several decades, and more. He’s chosen to tour Fort Ticonderoga, the Albany Institute of History and Art, where we watched a documentary on Alexander Hamilton’s Albany connections; and to a local theater to see the film version of George Takei’s Allegiance: A New Musical, regarding the internment of 120,000 Japanese-American men, women, and children in the wake of the attacks on Pearl Harbor.

In an effort to better manage his personal finances (something he shows marked talent with), he’s created a ledger, and begun to investigate the costs of various aspects of adult life.

He’s also become much more helpful around the house; he frequently cooks simple fare, and has become far more thoughtful and conscious of where he can step in and make life a little better for others. Now that he’s nearly a head taller than me, he’s very willing to help with some of the heavy lifting and toting, which is greatly appreciated.

He’s also bright, irreverent, courteous, and kind.

I project a lifetime of learning for this boy, whatever the state regulations say.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week’s prompt is project, used any way we like.

Click here for the rules, and the prompt word  to dip your toes into the SoCS waters!

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“Even in El Paso”: #SoCS for February 11,2017


“So, you can’t sew a silk purse from a sow’s ear, even in El Paso.”

This line is my contribution for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where today’s prompt was “so/sow/sew”, with bonus point for beginning and/or ending with one of these words.

Want to join in?

Click the title above for the rules!

Posted in Fan fiction, Star Trek: Enterprise, The IDIC Romance, Weekly Features, writing, writing prompts, Writing Sample

He’d Been Wrong: #SoCS and #Loveuary Day Four

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. Today, I’m also using the weekly Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt – this week, “hair”, used however we choose.

If you’d like to add to the pool, list your choices in the comments – bonus points if they don’t sound especially like they’d fit a science fiction story. I love a challenge!

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.

He’d Been Wrong

This mission was as demanding and dangerous as any Shran had undertaken with the Imperial Guard. His charge was still experiencing episodes of irrational, uncontrolled violence.

The damage was extensive.

He’d thought many things of this young woman, in the time he’d known her, but he’d been wrong about almost everything but that she was a Vulcan female.

“The wrong scent. The wrong man,” she whimpered, curling into him again. “I’m bereft. Hollow. Desolate.”

“I know.” Shran held her, stroking her dark tangled hair, and tried not to respond to the undeniable fact that T’Pol was a very sensual woman.

Why is Shran comforting T’Pol? 

Today’s words come from:


  • demanding

  • dangerous

  • irrational

  • extensive

  • sensual

Linda at Life in Progress:

  • hair

Come on back tomorrow, and don’t forget to stop by and see Ritu and Linda, as well!