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Building With #WinterStormStella: March 15, 2017

Hey there!

~Waves snowy glove; realizes I’m still holding the snow shovel…~

Yup,you could say it snowed. There’s been over a foot of the white stuff. My Accomplice got the day off, so he, Miah, and I tag-teamed the removal. =)

Here’s a pair of teasers (No snow; I promise!):

Foul Deeds Will Rise:

  • They were sent to observe the Kai’s Keep and village, and to attempt to protect those of the Tribeless who are unable to tend to their own safety. Tacivaar -” She stopped and swallowed, but her scent held a snarl of emotion for the Huntleader.

A Backdrop of Stars *Chapter Two Revision): * Standard disclaimer applies; I neither own nor profit from this labor of love in any pecuniary sense – it just feeds my soul!

  • I’m an ass? You’re taking advantage of a bereaved woman – what the hell were you doing with her, during all that leave time, Trip? Did finding out about that little girl Paxton created give you some big ideas, or just ammunition to try to convince T’Pol to sit on your lap?”

So, what do you do when the weather grounds you?

Are you more creative, or more likely to nap?
Or maybe something completely different?


  • Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn #2): Reread existing material; complete draft (10/50 scenes). Write 6,666 words/week till complete (by March 31). Primary goal – adapted. Scene 41/50 in progress; 3,364/6,666 words. Also read outline notes for Scenes 42-45, so I can simmer. Spent most of Sunday-Tuesday a bit behind, but now ahead by a whiskersbreadth.


  • Kifo Island: Complete The Story Toolkit for April novel; flesh out with pages from The Writer’s Coloring Book. Flesh out AeonTimeline.  File new series bible materials. Primary goal adapted. Character Worksheets: Protagonist; Antagonist; Supporting Character. New materials filed as completed. Protagonist Character Arc in progress: p. 4/7; I’ll also do an arc for the antagonist. Overall: Step 7/22 complete.


  • The IDIC Romance: Progress with revisions for On Any Tuesday Night (was First Contact, With Jazz), as I work through lessons 2- 3 of Holly Lisle’s Revision Course. Continue revisions for A Backdrop of Stars  1-3. Primary goal. OATN Worksheets: p 9/82 (Scene 3) in progress– Will pick up once I have a completed ABOS rewrite draft. 2,924 words/ 707 new for Chapter Two rewrite draft.

Social Media:

  • #atozchallenge: Complete and schedule all posts by March 31; make page on; write theme reveal post and schedule for reveal date still TBD (keep eyes open for this). Secondary goal. Adapted goal: Have all materials scheduled and ready to launch by March 18. Week Four (NS; April 17-22): Formatting/links/logo/images for P post in progress(4/19). Also downloaded letter icons for each Week 4 day to appropriate folder. (Overall, 7/26 posts scheduled at site; moving along nicely now).


  • Homeschool Administration: Draft, proof, and submit second quarter reports, due March 15. Create Flickr portfolios for this school year. Primary goal. Both portfolios created; gradually adding the pics already on Flickr, but this goal is officially COMPLETED!

  • Resets/reorganizations: study, family room, bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. Complete three 27 thing flings each room, each week. One 27 thing fling on porch and/or yard each week. 33 General Hometending rounds weekly. Secondary goal. Living room complete. Bedroom: 2/3. General: 19/33.
  • Photo digitalization: Scan 27 travel photos per week. Tertiary goal. I finished this week’s stack, and decided to go ahead and do next week’s, which was the final batch….so this is now COMPLETED!


  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Primary goal. Conversation; business stuff; Roosevelt documentary;  flirting; canoodling.

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group. Tertiary goal. Moved notes from author into separate document, so I can be sure to address all her points of concern in my critique. Restructured notes so I can access them smoothly; took notes in my journal; working on transcribing them.


  • Journal six mornings and four evenings each week. Meditate six mornings and three evenings weekly. Primary goal. Morning: 3/6 journal/ meditation. Evening: 2/4 journal; 2/3 meditation.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 99 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly; 111 minutes (1 hour, 51 minutes) twice weekly, and 9 hours of more strenuous activities (tai chi, swimming, hiking, cardio, weights, etc.). Secondary goal. 99 minutes: 3/5; 111 minutes: 2/2; Strenuous:1 hour; 45 minutes/9 hours; shoveling snow.

  • Smart Change: Reread Chapters 3 and 4/ complete/worksheets; create an approach plan, going forward. Tertiary goal. Reread the worksheet I began a couple of weeks ago. Had a bit of an epiphany. Reread current and next section of book; revised broad goal to be more specific and reflective of my purpose.

Leaps of Faith:

  • Draft CV and revise. Reviewed what I have; began making notes, and draft a cover letter, to direct what I want to include in this CV. Designed a letterhead; that will help me see this as a serious project rather than an indulgence. Journaled some notes on what I’m looking for and how to approach it; began transcribing to laptop.

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Nevertheless, We Persist: #BOAW2017 The #GirlBoner Edition!

Nevertheless, We Persist

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

One woman dared to stand up,

revealing her sacred spaces,

her divine strength

and defied the rules

and the man

who tried to silence her.

“She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

Each woman has

her journey to make

Her stand to take

Her words to speak

Her love to share

In each of us,

a sacred space

belonging to us,

and to us alone.

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

My own sacred inner space

pinging and zinging with truth

when I first heard those words,

spoken by a man,

from his patriarchal privilege,

as decree and judgment

upon a woman who dared

to call out a man,

echoing another woman

who had once done the same.

As women, we are often warned.

We’re given explanations.

We’re told, from the time we’re tiny girls,

that we are to follow the rules,

not step beyond the bounds

society made to envelop us

our lives,

our sacred selves,

our voices,

our bodies…

And the power of

Our sexuality.

Nevertheless, we persist.

Innumerable warnings,

from blatant to subtle,

told me I must

play “second fiddle” to men.

I made a good show

The “dutiful daughter”

But inside,

I was subversive,


a sexual being,

just waiting to come

out and show myself.

I was warned.

I was given an explanation-

“Why buy the milk

When you can have the cow

For free?”

Nevertheless, I persisted

in believing

that I wasn’t a cow

That I had more to offer

As a wife

than my virginity.

I persisted,

Despite explanations

And warnings

Persisted, and insisted

that I had the right

to self-determination.

I was warned

I was given explanations

from the time I was a tiny girl,

to follow the rules,

not step beyond the bounds

made to envelop me

my life,

my sacred self,

my voice,

my body…

And the power of

My sexuality.

I was warned.

Nevertheless I persisted

in becoming

More than labels –





I persisted until

I became wholly myself

So that I could look at my own

tiny girl of a daughter

and see the seeds of

a woman freed

From the warnings

and the explanations

A freedom that persists

And insists that

she simply

always be


This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest VI – #GirlBoner Edition! To read more entries, and potentially win a fun prize, visit the fest page on August’s McLaughlin’s site between today and 11pm PST March 11th.

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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.


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?


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 library.

Want more #8Sunday? 

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“Cause for Concern”: #JusJoJan Day Twenty

Welcome to Day Twenty of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “transcendent,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the fourth and final installment of my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner  sequel story. Follow the links below to read previous installments.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

She Belonged Here

Trip spun away again, toward the door.

Please don’t go.” It was a thick, hoarse whisper; that voice she used when she felt more than she could keep inside.

When she was breaking.

That spun him round fast, but not fast enough, apparently, because T’Pol was huddled on the biobed, her knees up to her chin, hugging herself, and new tears streaked her pale face. Her eyes were focused down and away again; she needed privacy –

And she needed him.

What will Trip do next?
Will it be enough?

To read the rest of the chapter, click here, or the icon below!


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“Sleeping?” 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’d like to say that I got to everyone last week, but I don’t think that’s true. I’ve had so much going on since then, I really can’t remember – but, as soon as I post this, I’m going to the linky to be sure that, at the least, I’ll know that I tried to get to everybody else who’s posting this week.

But first, I need to get this post finished, so how about I just get on with it?

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?

Looking for more? Read the complete post here!


Want more WIPpets? Click the button below, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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“In the Middle of Sickbay”: #JusJoJan Day Seventeen

Welcome to Day Seventeen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: complaint,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the first installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner sequel story, and follows my Day 15 story, “What’s Up, Doc?”

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“In the Middle of Sickbay”

“Uh, you sure you want to be hugging up on me like this in the middle of Sickbay, pepperpot?”

T’Pol breathed in the scent of her mate, wondering how she had come to be in his arms. But that question had little relevance; if her memory was to be believed, Phlox had been witness to considerably more intimate contact than this.

“I have no complaint with our current connection, t’hy’la.”

“As indeed you should not. However, it might be more prudent to move to the treatment bay; there will be more privacy there.” Phlox’s voice was calm, but firm. “While this contact is no doubt beneficial for you both, you might prefer to keep it between us.”

“Doc’s right.” Trip was watching her, his concern palpable in his eyes and his scent. “You’re the Captain; and a Vulcan.”

“I am aware of both facts.” She attempted a controlled tone, but her voice emerged in a deeper voice, more suitable to their sexual explorations. Nor had she made any move to separate from her mate.

“Mmn-hmn,” Trip said, with a crooked smile that didn’t erase his worried expression. “You’re aware; but you aren’t going to let me go, either – don’t even waste the time to tell me the logical reasons. Let’s just go ahead and move to somewhere we can pull a curtain between us and anyone who’ d be willing to gossip.” He stood up again, and carried her to the alcove, settling onto a bed with her. “There. Now, do you want me to go while -”

“I do not.” Belatedly, T’Pol realized that Phlox must have called Trip, and that suggested there was some cause for concern. She’d been in the imaging chamber – yes. A scan she’d requested – “Where is Porthos?”

“He’s gone back to his bed. Perhaps, however, he would be more comfortable with you, where he might visit the Ready Room. However, at the moment, it is your condition that must be addressed, Captain.”

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“What’s Up, Doc?”: #JusJoJan Day Fifteen

Welcome to Day Fifteen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “mercy,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the first installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner sequel story.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“What’s Up, Doc?”

Trip waited as long as he was able, but when his pacing damned near ran him into T’Pol’s window for the third time, he realized he needed to go check on her.

He hadn’t wanted her to go alone in the first place, but she out-logicked him, arguing that if the Acting Captain couldn’t manage to walk to Sickbay independently, it was conclusive proof that she needed to relinquish command. There was an undercurrent that said that, if she had to, she would order him to wait for her return. Trip didn’t press his luck; he wanted to be able to do just what he was doing now – going after her, because she’d been gone too long with no word, so that had to mean that something was up.

He was rounding the last bend to Sickbay when Phlox’s voice sounded from all the comm panels. He broke into a run, his stomach lurching first into his throat, and then down to his feet, as he heard, “Commander Tucker, please report to Sickbay at once.”

Oh, damn. Was there no mercy? Jon was dead, and T’Pol was in deep trouble –

He slammed his hand on the door release, and didn’t stop moving until he was inside. Phlox was still at the panel, staring at him. He didn’t see T’Pol anywhere –

“T’hy’la!” The half-yell was followed by thumping and the distinctive echoing bay of a beagle. “T’hy’la!” It sounded like she and Porthos were competing to make the biggest racket.

Trip didn’t wait for Phlox to tell him what the hell was going on here. He went to the imaging chamber, and pressed the button that would slide the biobed, and his frantic Vulcan lover, out of the tube.

She was wriggling down the bed almost before the toes of her boots emerged, and Trip braced himself. He’d had more than a few examples of how relentless she could be; he knew the signs.

Sure enough, by the time Porthos hopped off the bed, she was coming for him, and the impact was almost enough to bowl him over, even though he’d prepared. “T’hyla!” she whispered, and latched herself to his lips, smothering her repeated little cries. Trip gave himself to her, gathering her in close and maneuvering them onto the biobed with her straddling him. If Phlox had still had any doubts about what they’d been up to in her quarters during the last few hours, this was probably going to put an end to them.

She finally let him up for air, and Trip opened his eyes to see that Phlox was a few steps away, watching them. T’Pol didn’t seem to care; her body was hot and making demands he didn’t think she had any control over. He looked at the doctor over her head, and said, a little breathlessly, “Commander Tucker, reporting to Sickbay as ordered. What’s up, Doc?”

What is up?

Is Trip prepared for this?

Is T’Pol?

What’s next?

There will be at least one more installment for this story; maybe more. So, if you like what you read – c’mon back!