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 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.

WIPpet Math:

Today is August 28, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted the digits of the month from the date (2-8=20), then subtracted the last two digits of the year from the total (20-13=7).
  • You get 7 lines today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Chameleon’s Dish is my August WIP. Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

  • In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

This week, Tisira feels her father’s insanity, and is rejected in her yearing for her absent parents. This scene is at the beginning of a very chaotic time that will culminate in the events of my previous post, After the Fall.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!

“I’m listening, Mother,” she whispered, and her breath was a choked thing past the lump in her throat. And she took herself back to the shallow cave, where she built up as strong a fire as she dared, and stripped herself naked, and sat, shivering and sweating, in turns, while Father’s flames raged through her.

She was open, and wanting – wanting parts of Matehunt she had never known existed, till now. Wanting Mother and Father, for herself. Wanting them to sense her, feel her as she felt them. But they were absorbed only in each other; for them, now, there was nothing else. She yearned toward them, but they yearned only for each other.

 

There we have it – a little girl longing for faraway parents who seem fixed only upon each other. Will they feel her? Will she get home again?

No, I’m not telling you any of that. Tisira is going on hiatus again for September, while I focus on editing notes for the “other side of the story”, Bounded by a Nutshell.

We’ll catch up with her again in October.

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

As promised, I am offering Henry’s theme song this week…give a listen, if you’d like!

 

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!

 

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 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.

WIPpet Math:

Today is August 21, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted the digits of the month from the date (21-8=13).
  • This worked out perfectly with the passage I wanted to share, so….
  • You get 13 liness today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Chameleon’s Dish is my August WIP. Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

This week, Tisira begins making excursions into the woodlands where she has inexplicably awakened from a nap in her father’s office.

She’s survived a week, more or less, and has seen no one – until now.

This passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!

The dream had begun pleasantly, but now there was some element of danger in it.   It worried at her, would not leave her to enjoy her dreaming.   Danger!, it whispered and sang and shouted – 

Tisira awoke with her hackles up and her talons digging into the roughened bark.   Someone was coming through the forest with a staggering,crashing loudness, singing – or, more accurately, shouting, as he came….

“Doubt thou the stars are fire,ho!   Doubt that the earth doth move, hey!   Doubt truth to be a liar, oho!   But never doubt I love, ohayha!”

The words sizzled into Tisira’s soul. I know those words! – but, in this breath, she could not remember from where she had them.  

The man came on, about two twentypaces away, veering here and there, but generally moving deeper into the forest.   “I know th’road’s round here, s’mwhere,” he muttered, as he stumbled through the undergrowth, then he started singing again…

There we have it – the village drunk, maybe? The Bard himself? Friend, foe, or neither?

No, I’m not telling you any of that – partly because I want to keep you in suspense, until we come back to Tisira, and partly because, while taking editing notes for this scene, I realized that shortly after this bit, what I had written was contrived and flat. And, then, – whammo! – the scenes launched themselves into my mind, where they are now making a delicious lovely chaos with the plot.

Tisira will be back on hiatus, after this week, until October, when she will return, hopefully with some answers…at least, until she falls out of that tree and forgets everything!

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

In other news, I may have found not one, but two theme songs for Tisira and Henry – accidentally…here’s the one I imagine for Tisira, and I will reveal Henry’s next week.

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!

 


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.

WIPpet Math:

Today is August 14, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted the digits of the month from the date, and added the digits of the year. (14-8+2+0+1+3=12).
  • Therefore, you get 12 short paragraphs today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Chameleon’s Dish is my August WIP. Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England,an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

This week, we will officially meet Henry, an English boy who happens upon a strange young girl while hunting upon common lands. Watching her reveals secret riddles that may forever change his life.

This passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

And now, please allow me to (re)introduce Henry, a young orphaned boy who discovers that reality is not just as he thought..

Enjoy!

 

She stayed as she was a moment more, before fixing her gaze on the water in a way that bespoke a wildcat far more than a faerie. Then she leapt lightly from her place to crouch upon a sunwarmed rock, and went still – still in a way that Henry knew he could not, even with a lifetime to practice it. His pride in his own stillness faded – she was as the trees, or the rock beneath her…

After the sinking sun had moved nearly to the edge of the bank, she brought her hands up to her head, where a long strand of ebon hair had fallen into her face. She pulled it back, and with a twisting motion, she secured it all in a knot at the nape of her neck.

 

And Henry bit his lip hard to keep from gasping at the sight of her delicately pointed ear…an ear that said, beyond all doubting, now, that she was not as he was, that she was not a girl as he was a boy…not human.

 

It terrified him, and excited him, to have this sudden proof that such things did exist, and he wondered what manner of fey creature this was. Or was she a witchling, else demon-spawned?

 

He could not think so, watching her watch the water, leaning carefully forward so that she could see, but not so far that she cast any shadow below. No, she did not have the feel of wrongness about her. Otherness, for certain, and he would not deny that. Yet, still- she belonged to wild places, was a part of them. Henry could feel that, too.

 

But would Satan announce the guise he used to steal souls?

 

He wanted to go, to flee from her and what she meant, to pretend that he had seen no such creature, that he was just as he had been when he set out this morning.

 

But he knew that he would not leave while he could see her. He could not; he was ensorceled by her…no, there was no leaving her. He knew he would follow her, if he could, and learn all he could of her.

 

The girlchild-creature began to – to become something else, something that came in bits and pieces, stuttering forward only to retreat again, and then the other way, until, at last –

 

An animal that looked very like a young lynx kit crouched, slowly sinking belly to rock, so slowly lifting a paw, holding, motionless, as the sun dropped lower, drawing shadows over the water…

 

The paw shot out, the body uncoiled, and, before Henry was fully aware of her motion, she had flipped a leaping fish up out of the water, bitten through its backbone, and tossed it behind her on the bank, settling at once back to wait, as though she had not moved…

 

But she still wore the shape of a lynx as other girls wore dresses, and the fish was there behind her on the rock, twisting in its death dance.

There we have it – theree’s something strange re in these he woods. What’s next? Well, some of it I’ve shared, and more will be forthcoming, – but, remember, everything is subject to change! =D

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!

 


As I update this plan , ROW80 Round 3 is well underway. Without the structure of these 80-day blocks of goalsetting and attaining, and the twice-weekly self-evaluation, I suspect I would still be floundering along with abundant stories jumbled in my head, rather than this former tangle slowly unraveling into a smooth double series, braiding together in fascinating patterns…

I created this plan to give focus to my noveling energy, and to keep track of the various works-in-progress (WIPs) I am in the midst of, as I bring the disparate projects into the cohesive whole of my interwoven fantasy/Star Trek fan fiction double series –Trueborn Warp and Weft.

Since I began focusing on monthly noveling goals, I have:

  • Begun planning and writing, the first novels in each series, The Stars are Fire(Weft), and Perchance to Dream (Warp).
  • Begun revising Chameleon’s Dish.
  • I have learned much about outlining and revisions.
  • I have a clearer vision of the shape of each individual series, how they will fit together, where the gaps are, and how to fill them.
  • I have a far stronger concept of the individual novels, backstory, motivations, and recurring themes.

I expect there is far more to learn in the coming months, and I am eager to learn it.

So, what have I been up to, specifically?

August 2013:

Writing:

Write at least 25,000 words in To Be or Not to Be On target.

  • Completed 7,963/25,000 words.
  • WIP total:146,646 words. 

Write or plan one scene weekly in The Stars are Fire – Trueborn Weft Series – On target.

  • Completed 51,923/ ~100,000 words on August 10.
  • Planning complete through Scene 22/60.

Write or plan one scene weekly in Perchance to DreamTrueborn Warp SeriesOn target.

  • 54,262/~100,000 wordson August 10.
  • Planning complete through Scene 15.

Revision:

Print and reread, WIP, making on-page rough notes. On target.

  • I have been reading aloud to the children, ages 9 and almost 12, skipping scenes that are a little too suggestive for their tastes.
  • They’ve had suggestions and questions that deepen my understanding of the story and possible revisions.
  • I’ve made on-page notes through Scene 2; page 19/248.

Write one page of notes for each existing scene (goal/motivation/conflict/disaster), and leave pages for pending scenes. On target.

  • Note page written for (pending) Prologue and Scene #2.

Share excerpts from this WIP as part of the WIPpet Wednesday meme, and receiving feedback that will aid the revisioning process. On target.

Use Rock Your Revisions to create a revision plan. Pending.

  • Create rough plan once rereading, and note-taking are completed.

And for September:

Writing:

Write at least 25,000 words in To Be or Not to Be.

  • Write or plan one scene weekly in The Stars are Fire – Trueborn Weft Series .Write or plan one scene weekly in Perchance to DreamTrueborn Warp Series .

Revision:

Bounded by a Nutshell:

  • Print and reread, WIP, making on-page rough notes .
  • Write one page of notes for each existing scene (goal/motivation/conflict/disaster), and leave pages for pending scenes.
  • Share excerpts from this WIP as part of the WIPpet Wednesday meme, and receiving feedback that will aid the revisioning process.

I will update and adapt here again at the end of the month.  May your days pass sweetly until then. =D


 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.

WIPpet Math:

5Today is August 7, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted the digits of the date from the month, and added the digits of the year. (8-7+2+0+1+3=7).
  1. Therefore, you get 7 short paragraphs today!

Now that July’s NaNoWriMo madness is over, I will be shifting my focus to editing the paired volumes, Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

This week, we will begin at the beginning with Chameleon’s Dish, my original fantasy WIP, which we will explore throughout August.

This passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes, and a fanfic reference. It’s not likely to remain the opening passage, but, for now, it is.

And now, please allow me to (re)introduce Tisira, a young girl who awakes to a puzzle of epic proportions.

Enjoy!

Tisira awoke, and knew, in the first instant, that she was not where she had fallen asleep.

The scents and sounds around her were natural. That, in itself, was odd. She had been inside, curled silently in the cabinet in her father’s office, where she liked to go to read. He, in his quiet way, had emptied the cabinet except for a stack of woven blankets she could snuggle in, and he had placed a basket filled with some of her favorite books, and his own, atop it.

He never violated her privacy in this place, and she had, as far back as she could remember, even in the days before she learned to walk, been free to come and go as she wished, regardless of what business he was attending to.

She sampled the air, without moving, and also looked about her.

Where she’d been curled into a blanket nest, now she lay upon a bed of leaves and branches.

So – she was not at home; not in Father’s office. There were no woodlands in the desert.

She remembered the scents of Earth’s woods; she had been there, some time ago, with her family. She and Kirana had spent hours romping, hunting, and studying the autumn woods, comparing and contrasting them to the Huntlands.

There we have it – a little girl lost in the woods. What’s next? Well, some of it I’ve shared, and more will be – but everything is subject to change! =D

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!

 

 



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