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Closing in; Getting Closer: #SoCS for 12/12/15

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “the letters ‘clo-‘ in that order,” used any way we like.

I immediately knew that this one was going to be fiction. I’ve been wanting to get back to my last remaining unfinished novel draft of the year, because I want to end 2015 without any large outstanding projects. If I manage it, then I can begin next year with more or less a clean slate (there are an abundance of smaller dangling projects, and the end of the year is way too close, at this point, to give me any chance of getting to them all, even if I was willing to simply drop everything to try.

So I’ll content myself with finishing four novel drafts – the first three 60,000 words-ish Kifo Island Chronicles books, and the 100,000 -ish word Trueborn Weft story, Foul Deeds Will Rise.

That’s more than I’ve ever written in a year, and doesn’t include short stories, poetry, blog posts, and journals…

Something else that’s getting close right now is my closing my eyes for a while. I didn’t sleep last night – pulled in by the creative impulse. In a few hours, the kids and I are planning to go to a Christmas party hosted annually by a local business. We don’t go every year, but it’s close enough to home, and the weather is unseasonably warm this year, with no snow yet, so it’s a perfect year to go – now, before the kids get too old to enjoy this kind of thing.

That’s closer than it used to be, too….

But now, on to the main feature – a freshly written snippet from Foul Deeds Will Rise. Two sisters are reunited after a long forced separation. Both of their situations have altered considerably since they last met – but they’re still close, in some ways…one has just warned the other of danger potentially closing in…

They be not close, sister.”

I think they are much closer than you think – “ Niaan said, shaking her head. She wondered at the heat in her voice, but it scarce mattered. Things were swirling in her mind – because of the tea? Rachyl being here, talking with her, when they had been so long apart? The gathering sense of trouble on the horizon, lowering above them like snow-heavy clouds?

Nay, it mattered not why. Only that she make the point, and keep her sister and this settlement safe, because they too were her people, and she had thought herself their Kaiess.

You aren’t well, kitten.” Soft words, and mayhap truer than Niaan had known. She had allowed Rachyl to sit her by the sensates, and hadn’t even noticed until now. Certain sure, that spoke of something other than healthiness, that she could be so swiftly and deftly steered.

I am well enough.” It was a lie. She was nay well; how could she be, when Kaivelt her Solemate was not?

“There was a babe – did no one tend you, Niaan, when you labored?”

Niaan stared at Rachyl, then at the plants. “They can tell you so much?”

You slept over five glass, kitten.” Gentle, but strong. She had missed that, without even knowing that she had. “There was much time to read the plants. The child – it was born without breath -“

“I beg you, don’t speak to that!” Within her, a stronger echo. Kaivelt, too, wanted not to see what was clear before him. “Let us speak to the safety of your babe. You must move away from this place. I beg you – come to the cave.”

None here will want to do that.” Rachyl swept an arm about her. “We’re safe enough, and weary, all of us, from so much travel. We have houses of our own; a cave all must share would nay be welcome.”

Thoughts and images whirled, on and on. Osiiraan. Mother’s torn throat, and the blood on the blue stones. Vaara’s furies, and the attempts to control her, to drive her to the murder, to control it. Was that why she had closed her jaws? Or was it poisons, as Rachyl had said?

Did it matter, when Mother was dead, and Vaara was Kai, and the Untribed were fleeing? When her sister’s child might be born in this place?

Let me help you to our bed, sister. It isn’t fancy, but it is close, and you have need of sleep.”

Is Niaan right about the dangers?

Is Rachyl right about the child?

What’s next?

Well, I don’t truly know myself. I mean, I write with a plan – but my characters (as if they’re really mine!) have lives of their own, and, whatever story I’m writing, they insist on living them….

I’ve got three weeks left in the month; three weeks to finish this draft. You may see more of it next week – but I expect I’ll be considerably further into the story by then…

And, now, in closing, I bid you all a joyful week!

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing?

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“A Complicated Weaving”: Foul Deeds Will Rise for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

79782-shadeWelcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday and 9:00 AM on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

This ten-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Past Middlenight”. It’s from Foul Deeds Will Rise, Book #2 in my Trueborn Weft Series fantasy saga.

Vaara, formerly exiled and unknown daughter of the now-dead Kai, has taken her rightful place as heiress, but all is not well. There are more layers to this title than Vaara expected, and the work, to which she sees no point, seems to be without end. And now her aide, Visyl, has suggested that this is a necessary part of her service to the Untribed people. But, perhaps, she doesn’t need to learn it all at once…

“A Complicated Weaving”

Serve them? But I am Kai. Are they not intended to serve me?”

It is a complicated weaving, my Kai. In some things, they serve you. In others, you serve them. It is yet new to you – but you will learn the way of it, in proper time.” She ran fingers through the pages. “None of this needs to be tended before morning. Enjoy your run.”

Will Vaara learn enough to be an effective Kai?

Will she be able to enjoy her run?

Is Visyl telling her the truth?

Well…

I’m not going to tell you, at least not yet. Beginning next week, and at least through September, I’ll be sharing more from my favorite fan fiction ship, TnT – yup, Trip and T’Pol are coming back, mostly because I’m playing along with the fine folks at Story A Day in September, and these two intransigent characters insist that they have a lot more than 30 stories left to tell, so…

I’m not sure yet if I’m going to share from just one story, or give you teasers from several. So, when I post my eight next week, we might all be surprised!

Want more #8Sunday?

Eighteenth Century Day at the Schuyler House (Saratoga National Historical Park), 2013. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.
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“Past Middlenight”: Foul Deeds Will Rise on 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. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway…

This week, I’m sharing more from Foul Deeds Will Rise, from an elderly and slow machine. Power adapters didn’t help, and the budget means further repairs or replacement need to wait a few weeks…

So, I’m sorry I’m late, and behind on comments and visits. I’m getting the hang of this machine, a little more every day…

Today, though, is a special day. My son, Jeremiah, turned fourteen years old – and I’m finding that somewhat surreal…

In honor of Miah’s special day, I offer you Vaara’s POV, as she settles into her role as Kai. I let him pick the project and character.

WIPpet Non- Math:

  • Today is September 2, 2015.
  • 14 sentences, for Jeremiah’s age.

“Past Middlenight…”

“…and the head of the Merchantwomens’ Guild, has thrice requested an audience with you, my Kai.”

Only when Visyl stopped speaking did Vaara begin to attend, and only the final phrase connected with any meaning in her mind. All that had gone before had been a seeming endless list of requests for audiences, matters of financing this or that project, the menus for the next moonsround, what entertainments would be offered in the Great Hall after…

“Arrange the audience, as you will Visyl. But not before dawning – I wish to run.”

“My Kai, it is well past middlenight. She will not now want to meet until afternooning.” Visyl smiled; she seemed never to be anything other than pleased, no matter what befell her, or how little Vaara attended her words.

“Past middlenight? Visyl, how can there still be so much left to tend to?” There was a stack of vellum pages in her lap, still – matters not yet discussed.

“It is the nature of being the Kai, my Kai.” Visyl’s smile never faded. “You are new to it, and all want to meet you, learn who you are, and in what way you might serve them – ”

Will Vaara learn how to be a proper Kai?

Will she be able to relax while running?

Is Visyl to be trusted?

I’ll be posting the next eight lines from this scene for #8sunday,  if you’d like to find out what’s next.

And for those looking for TnT fun, I offer you:

Yes, I’m playing along with the Story-a-Day September folks, because life wasn’t full enough (or because Trip vand T’Pol demanded it…they have things to share, apparently.) It’s not too late to join in!

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets, with chattier writers whose power adapters are A-OK? You can find those, or add your own date-related excerpt, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

And, now,  a song for my Montana-born boy!

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“The Child of Her Soul”: Foul Deeds Will Rise for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday and 9:00 AM on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my current WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

This nine-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Preying Upon Her. It’s from Foul Deeds Will Rise, Book #2 in my Trueborn Weft Series.

Shentaa is a new mother, apart from her nursling, Osiru, for the first time since his birth. She’s not sure exactly what to do with herself, and so she Runs, somewhat aimlessly, considering the powerful pull of her child, and realizing that she will never again be truly alone.

The Child of Her Soul

This day, though, was her own. Canivaar had pack matters to tend to; he’d offered to run with her, but she had wanted to begin with strength, and taking him from his work so that she would not be alone was not the action of a strong huntress.

And so Shentaa ran, until she became tired, and then she found a likely denning place under an overhanging ledge of rock, and curled herself into sleep, nose neath tail.

She was floating, near as soon as she slept, running above the clouds, but, somehow, the sodden air was filled with the scents of the world neath her…the scents of growing things and wild life lived in balance

But she wasn’t meant to be running in the Huntlands, or even above them. Nay, her hunt lay along a different trail, and she ran on, out of Canivaarii places, into Untribed holdings, intent on her prey – the Kai’s Keep, and the Kai, who had been as her child long before Osiru the Hidden had suckled from her breast, filled her womb…

She must see Kaivaara, and know that she was well.

Why she must, she knew not; questioned not. It was as it was, and she must, and the knowing it was enough to spur her on, to Run her swiftest –

She Ran, because Vaara, the child of her soul, had placed bonds upon her, and needed her.

Who is Kaivaaraa, and does she truly need Shentaa?

Is the dream a reflection of reality?

What does it mean, or dies it mean anything?

Where will it carry Shentaa?

Next week might bring the answers – or only more questions…

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Preying Upon Her: Foul Deeds Will Rise on 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. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She‘s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway…

This week, I’m sharing more from Foul Deeds Will Rise, and hoping my increasingly capricious power adapter will hold out until the replacements get here later in the week…so, in order to conserve what may be very limited battery power, I’m keeping this short and perhaps sweet.

Shentaa has recently given birth, and this is the first time she’s been separated from her infant son, Osiru…

WIPpet Non- Math:

  • Today isn’t August 19, 2015but this is the snippet I would have shared then, if I hadn’t shared A Pet Name?

  • So I’m being a rebel this week – or I’m time-traveling. You get to decide. =)
Almost 14 years ago, I was the new mother (of a ten pounds plus giant baby boy!)….

Preying Upon Her

Shentaa was alone, Running.

There had seldom in her life been a time when she was alone, and she hadn’t known, until a fiveday past, how much she enjoyed and was affrighted by it, together.

Mayhap it was that, though she was alone, she was not, in the same breath, nor would she ever be, now.

Once, she had thought her ties with the child called Vaara were the strongest bonds she would ever know, and, before the child, she’d thought it either her Pack, or her family and friends in the Seers’ Keep.

Then had come Solemating, and then, borne of that, Osiru…

It was the deepest thing of all, she thought now, to harbor a child within her own body, to grow it from her Solemate’s seed and her own egg, his blood, her Line….

They had created a new life, and now, she would ever be bound by it. By her son.

But, as much as she could be alone, in this breath, she was. Osiru was with his Huntmother; he was young for the first parting, but Trueborn. What had been denied to Vaara by their imprisonment, she was most determined would not be denied their child, even if he yet had no Tribed name. He would take his Huntmother’s milk as well as his mother’s, sleep in her embrace, be shown by her his first tiny sniffs and tastes of the Wolvenkeep’s life.

Truth, though – he was still with her, preying upon her mind and her heart…

How was it that a being so small in size could be so stealthy a Hunter, when all he had Hunted till now was her milk and his own baby rousal?

Shentaa knew not; knew only that it was so.

He Hunted her, and he would take her. She was his mother, and that made her his own.

But she would yet Run. He would be with Larys until dawning; that’s what they’d agreed upon, and she wouldn’t be the one to undo this most important matter, simply so that she could lay with him, suckle him, and breathe him in – truth, though, that is all she would Hunt, on the morrow.

Will all go well for Osiru’s first day with his Huntmother?

Will Shentaa be able to stay away?

What will she do with her time?

I’ll be posting the next ten lines from this scene for #8sunday,  if you’d like to find out what’s next.

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets, with chattier writers whose power adapters are A-OK? You can find those, or add your own date-related excerpt, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

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Did He Know? Foul Deeds Will Rise for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday and 9:00 AM on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

This eight-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, A Whisper of Truth, from Foul Deeds Will Rise, the second volume of my Trueborn Weft series.

Niaan is fleeing through the trees, knowing she’s not safe from the risk a fall, and afraid to stop and seek shelter, because she knows she’s being pursued…

Did He Know?

Yes. Hunters. To punish her for the fangs she’d sunk into Mother’s throat –

“Nonono!” She whisper-shouted into the dark – when? When had it grown dark, with Kaivelt’s firestars painting her skies, his Everdeep?

Had he seen her, when she had lain with another? Did he know what she had done?

What did Niaan do?

Will the Hunters find her?

Does Kaivelt know what she did?

What’s this about fangs and her mother’s throat?

Are her perceptions to be trusted?

There will be more next week – note, I don’t make any promises about answering any of these questions, only to come back with more of the story. I know – writers can be mean, but we have our reasons!

If you need a recap of what I’ve shared so far, here it is:

Also, I know I left The IDIC Romance with T’Pol’s sick not mucking up Trip’s boots. The thing is, T’Pol’s a little indisposed right now, and indisposed Vulcans deserve privacy. So I’m going to give her some time to see if she can get her digestive tract back under her own control…

Don’t worry (worry isn’t logical) – she never stays away for too long….but, until then, I offer  an amusing intermission that has nothing at all to do with today’s eight. Maybe don’t watch if a bit of naughtiness isn’t your thing, or the circumstances would make tongue-in-cheek raciness inappropriate…I’ll do the closing duties, to give you time to decide.

Want more #8Sunday? 

Here’s your portal!

And now, as promised…a little Vulcan spiciness,

with a side of sauciness, and a dash of Hoshi!

 

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“The Seer’s Way”: Foul Deeds Will Rise for SoCS

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: Use a word ending in ay as the subject/theme. 

I’ve more or less recovered from camping, and the scattered energy that followed those days away. I’m back to a more typical level and type of productivity, if still a bit subdued and distracted. What does that mean?

Well, for one thing, that, in addition to posting, this week I also intend to visit some of you, and share some of my favorite posts on my Facebook Writer Page – kind of my way of apologizing for having more or less disappeared, these last few weeks…

It also means that I’ve gotten back to my fantasy WIP, Foul Deeds Will Rise, (Trueborn Weft #2), with an aim to finish the rough draft by the end of the month so that I can move on to Other Things. So, this week I used the prompt to write another few hundred words of the story.

We join Shentaa in dire circumstances, considering how she got into this mess…and almost certain sure that there’s no way out…

Photo and Zentangle art by Shan Jeniah Burton.

The Seer’s Way

It was the Seer’s Way.

Shentaa had known it, with her mother’s milk – nay, long before that. Truth, she had taken the knowing of it with her mother’s blood, and her breath, even before she first filled her own lungs to cry out lustily into the air of the Seer’s Keep.

It was the Seer’s Way.

‘Interfere not with what is dreamed, when what is dreamed is truth. It matters not what cost you may pay; none could overmatch that of attempting to undo that which must be.’

There were many ways of phrasing it. It was the subject of song, of dance, of writing and art, among her family, and the others she knew of who carried Seers’ Lines.

There was no undoing such a dream. It would come to be; it was, as the Tacivaarii were so fond of saying, as sima garo provided. There could be no unweaving the warp and weft of it, and any Hunt that made such a thing its prey was like as not to only bind the threads of it more tightly about the shuttle.

And yet, she had set aside the Seer’s Way, without a thought, to come to the child she had raised, who was a child no more. She had told herself that the dream meant something other than it had – something other than simply a clue; something she was to learn more of, mayhap, but not to weave herself into.

She was well woven into it now. It might be that she would be woven into it, into this blue stone, for all of time, now.

Had any ever scaped the Jeweled Walk?

None of her kin, nor the false Kai’s, of a certain. Here they were, all embedded with her – she’d felt herself whooshing past them – all the Seer-women who had held to the Way, and still ended here, where they had known they must.

Only she had tried to betray that knowing, to do something to undo what she had seen in the true dreaming.

She had broken the Seer’s Way, and, though she was was not a Seer, now she would pay.

Now, and mayhap forever….

How exactly did Shentaa betray the Seer’s Way?

What happened to her?

Will she be able to escape?

Did she stop the true dream from being fulfilled?

Is that possible?

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing? Come join in – there’s just a few simple rules. Check out the brand-new #SoCS hashtag, or Get more SoCS right here! 

It’s more than slightly possible that this song, and the video, which were popular in my teen years, inspired this passage, and the rest of the scene, too…