It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

 The purpose of  K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild  is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts   related to the date.

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Today is July 17, 2013.

  • Today’s offering is the first seven paragraphs of the Prologue, for the month of July.

Throughout July, I offer my current NaNo effort, Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock), loosely based upon the 26 flash fiction pieces I wrote for the 2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

This week, we will begin at the beginning with my Star Trek fanfic, Perchance to Dream. I am so looking forward to exploring Spock’s childhood! =D

Today, meet T’Pol , the former Vulcan Science Officer of the Enterprise NX-01, who is grieving her recently deceased husband, and a treasured memory from three-quarters of a century ago, in Perchance to Dream, Book 1 in the Trueborn Warp series.

This piece is NaNo raw, so be warned!

T’Pol had come to the heat and isolation of Vulcan’s Forge to exorcise ghosts.

She knew, on an intellectual level, that the very concept was illogical. It was precisely the type of human impulse that still, after nearly two centuries of contact, made most Vulcans wary and untrusting of Earth and her inhabitants.

But then, there was a strong thread of humanity that resonated with T’Pol, and her life had been so interwoven with humans, over so many years, that she suspected that any effort to undo the twining might also undo her self…at the least, she would be far poorer of spirit without what she had experienced in her connections with the species.

And so, when Soval, her husband of 73 years, had died three months ago, after the requisite time spent with their children, and the tending to of their final joint affairs, she had declined all offers of companionship, employment, or travel, and taken herself instead to the Forge, to the one place where she felt there was space and solitude enough to explore all the thought and emotion that were within her, convoluted as one of the shells Trip had given her, so long ago, from the oceans that had been a part of his growing, and which he had fiercely loved.

Now, she walked, heedless of the power of the midday sun -as she had told Captain Archer upon these very sands, she had evolved on this world, suited to this place and this climate – and she caressed the nautilus shell. It was a thing, too, of sandy places, but also of saltwater and sea, an Earth thing transported through time and chance to Vulcan.

She’d lived decades on Earth, and longer amongst humans. It made her seem – different – to Vulcans, as did the effects of her long-ago experimentation with trellium. Her emotions had always been “close to the surface”, as her mother T’Les had diplomatically expressed it. Exposure to trellium had brought all that emotion pouring forth, uncontrolled and uncontrollable. She’d come to terms with it, somehow, over many years, and perhaps largely because she HAD lived with humans, who tended to accept her occasional emotional lapses with a matter-of-factness that helped her to learn to accept them, as well.

Soval had found them – “unsettling” had been his word – at times, but she had told him the reason behind them, and they had known one another during those years – and for a year prior, when she had served on his staff. He held the pain of her addiction and the consequences gently, and never expected her to be responsible for his discomfort. And their children, Janik and Sirla, had never known her else, so that their acceptance was total.

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There we have it – the very first seven paragraphs of Perchance to Dream, only a day old, and already right here on your screen! Now, that’s fresh!

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

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