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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose ofK.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 October 30, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted the month from the date (30-10=20).
  • Then I added two, for a Halloween treat!
  • You get 22 sentences today!

During October, I offer the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Chameleon’s Dish is my YA fantasy 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, Nockatee discovers a key to her forgotten identity – her name.

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

Enjoy!

All of life was more beautiful. Henry was with her and within her. Father had mentioned the childbond, and how it was done, after the celebration of her last nameday. He had told her that it was to her to choose, at whatever time she was called to someone.

Almost, she could see his face, for a moment, but then there was only Henry, filling her senses.

And that was just as it should be, her spirit singing and dancing and getting all twisted up in his….

“Nockatee -“

“Tisira.”

The word hung between them, for a moment, and then a meaning attached itself to it. “That is my name, Henry. Tisira.”

“Tisira.” He echoed, and she could feel him tasting the flavor of it in his mind, comparing it to the name he had known her by. “It is a very comely name – but, if you will let me, I will still call you Nockatee. To me, that is a lovelier one – for it means you, to me.”

“You wanted to say something to me, Henry – before I remembered my name.”

“Just that I – love you, and I never knew I could be so close to anyone. You – you’ve changed everything.”

“Without you, Henry, I would likely have died. You have most certainly changed everything, for me.”

They were nearly into the outskirts of the city, now, and Henry stopped to adjust her kerchief. “I love your ears”, he said, “but I think they could lead to the sort of attention I don’t think you’ll want.”

 

There we have it – Nockatee is Tisira. What will be next, now that she knows her name? Will she regain all of her memories? Will she learn what she needs to know to stay safe in this time? Will she and Henry stay together?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more of Henry and Nockatee’s adventures, eventually.

For Novenber, I will be giving Tisira and Henry a bit of privacy, and instead sharing brand-new excerpts from my NaNoWriMo WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Today, I offer another oldie, just for fun…. =)

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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 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 October 23, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve used the date, plus 1, because I was confused when I drafted this post!
  • Yes, it’s that simple!
  • You get 24 sentences today!

During October, I am sharing the paired volumes, Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series), while I plan my November NaNoWriMo WIP, King of Shreds and Patches, which I will share NaNo fresh next month.

Bounded by a Nutshell is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we join Jim Kirk, as he watches Spock learn that the most effective way to help his infant son during his incapacity is abhorrent to him on a deeply personal level.

This scene occurs shortly after the Enterprise arrives at Vulcan, to assist in the search for Spock’s young daughter, Tisira, who is missing somewhere in time and space…

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

Enjoy!

“Hadn’t had a chance to mention it to you yet, Spock, because you wanted to spend the time with Kirana, but you, your lady wife, and your son have an appointment with Sirlan, as soon as you are all stable enough to go to the Eripsitonic Physiology Lab….”

“Sirlan? Sirlan is, I believe, an expert in the programming and design of – ” Spock grimaced audibly, and the next words he spoke were dripping with  disdain. “Proxy units.” His fingers became more urgent on Niaan’s shoulders, and he levered himself up a fraction. Jim noticed that she allowed him that movement, but was braced to prevent more. “I no longer have any need for such a device.”

“But Seth does,” Nyota said, softly.

“He does not. He is an infant.”

“A nursing infant, fierce one. Consider the programming; how easily it adjusts to the needs of its user. Surely, such a program could be adapted – “

“Sure, Spock!” Bones  exclaimed, and Spock jumped and clutched at his wife. “Oh, sorry; I got a little too excited. But – why couldn’t they program a unit to meet Seth’s needs, using the same technology that made it so perfect for – “

“Do not speak it. I concur- but I demand you say no further word on any other uses of such a device, now.”

Well, that  was an understandable request, if they were talking about what Jim thought they were. But for Spock to feel shame or disdain or anything negative in response to a machine that had saved his life (and, from what he remembered, very pleasantly, too), was not logical.

“Bones – how long – until -“

“Until I am mad?” Spock chuckled, and there was a hint of hysteria in the unaccustomed sound. Niaan took his fingers in hers and began to stroke them.

 

There we have it – an unpleasant possibility that may offer comfort to a baby boy. Will Spock agree to the appointment? Will he go? Will the proxy be what Seth needs? What is a proxy, anyway?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, in two weeks. 

For October, I’m  alternating between Chameleon’s Dish and Bounded by a Nutshell, so check back next week if you want to read more about Tisira and Henry, and what they are up to!

This seems like a good week for a father/son song – this one for Spock and Seth, who’ve barely begun to learn one another when disaster strikes. It’s also the only song I’ve sung to all three of my children. I hope it gives Seth comfort – and his father, too…


 

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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 October 16, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve subtracted 3 from the date (16-3=13).
  • You get 13 sentences today!

During October, I offer the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series). Chameleon’s Dish is my YA fantasy 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, Henry gets a powerful and visceral reminder of how different Nockatee is from his kind.

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

She’d begun a stew, yesterday, when he had the good fortune to take a rabbit on the way back to the cottage. He brought it out from his pack,and her eyes lit, and so he gave it to her.

She tried to skin it herself, but needed him. Once he’d opened it for her, she tore into it, with her teeth, eyes glittering, and snarled at him when he came close. He had almost forgotten, with her here in his cottage, and now that the shock of finding her had eased, that she was certainly a wild thing, and he ought not forget it.

She claimed the choicest bits of still warm organs with all the ferocity of any predator, and crouched over her prize, her eyes shining ferally in the growing shadows.

Henry backed away to the far corner until she had done with her meal.

Slowly, the eerie light faded from her eyes, although they still glittered and glowed. She licked the drying blood from her hands ,then used them to wash her face in the manner a grimalkin might employ.

He stayed where he was, unmoving, and watched the intensity of feasting give way to the satisfaction of a full belly. She curled up with the carcass, and made a sound that minded Henry of nothing so much as purring.

After a time more, she yawned, and stretched, and sat up, considering first the carcass, and then meeting his eyes; hers shying and wary in a way they hadn’t been since he had first found her and brought her here.

“I – I don’t why I did that,” she said, her face puzzled and frightened.

 There we have it – Nockatee is still a wild thing, still strange in this place and time. She’s more dangerous than even she knows, and they are both frightened by that fact. Will they come to terms with this part of her? Will Henry be safe with her in his home? Will Nockatee be safe in this reality, as she is? Will she somehow give herself away? No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more of Henry and Nockatee’s adventures, in two weeks.

Today, I offer a classic video – not a perfect fit, but still…. =)

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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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 October 9, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve used the digits of the month and day (9+10=19)
  • Then, I added the digits of the year (2+0+1+3=6; 19+6=25).
  • Then I added three lines, because they fit I like you!
  • You get 28 sentences today!

During October, I am sharing the paired volumes, Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series), while I plan my November NaNoWriMo WIP, King of Shreds and Patches, which I will share NaNo fresh next month.

Bounded by a Nutshell is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we eavesdrop on an interaction between Spock, McCoy, and Spock’s young daughter, Kirana, who is Tisira’s twin, as they prepare for the arrival of Captain Kirk and his cavalry…

This scene occurs some hours after the incidents I shared in Kivaswine Conversation and Soulwounded. Spock has had some time with his wife, followed by a time of peacefully reading with Kirana.

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

Enjoy!

Leonard’s eyes darted to Kirana in surprise, and Spock found himself amused. His eyebrow wanted to lift, but the muscle relaxant had made it impossible to manage more than a twitch.“I didn’t know you could do that,” the Kiral said.

“Obviously, I can,” Kirana said,and her mind followed merrily with, “Or I would not have done so.”

McCoy groaned. “So this is how it goes. Now I have to deal with two generations of this?”

“You are required to do nothing, Leonard. If you wish to be released from your service, or to reside elsewhere, I will not attempt to dissuade you.”

“You pointy-eared martyr, you know I was joking. Read to your daughter. I’m going to grab a shower and go to the nursery with my family. I will meet you -right back here on this couch, mind, in an hours or so, if not a little sooner.”

“When will Jim arrive?” Spock asked, and would have frowned, if he was able – had he not already asked that?

“Lost your time sense, have you? He’ll be here in a little over an hour. You – uh – might want to put a shirt on, before he gets here, so I’ll bring you one.”

“No, He must know, quickly, the scope of my current difficulties. The marks of my Huntress upon me will likely speak more clearly than words can, to one who has seen them before.”

The doctor looked a little surprised. “Not holding back at all, are you?”

“There seems little point. I am long since bonded, and my mate will be with me. Moreover, he must know.”

“Okay, then. I will be here, before Jim is.
Best the two of you not be left alone.”

There we have it – a relatively peaceful moment, in a time of chaos. Will it last? What will happen when Jim Kirk gets there? And, maybe most importantly of all, will they find Tisira, and bring her safely home?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, in two weeks.

For October, I will be alternating between Chameleon’s Dish and Bounded by a Nutshell, so check back next week if you want to read more about Tisira and Henry, and what they are up to!

This seems like a good week for another father/daughter song – this one for Spock and Kirana, because, really, Tisira has been getting a lot of attention!

 

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!


It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose ofK.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 October 2, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve added the digits of the day, month, and year (10+2+6+2+0+1+3=18; plus one because I  messed up was time traveling!).
  • You get 19 sentences today!

During October, I offer the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Chameleon’s Dish is a YA fantasy  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 find Nockatee, the little girl lost who has now lost memory and identity, too, recovering and beginning to learn how to survive and thrive in this new time. She is also beginning to remember bits of her former life…

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

Enjoy!

She had lost track of the days since she had been here, but she had counted two tenday for certain. She was stronger, now, and felt her eyes were almost strong enough to make out the words in the book Henry had given her, and the others, he kept, as well.

Not yet, though. For now, she must rest. She had a feeling that she had not rested much in the days before she was hurt, when she has still known who she was and where – possibly when- she belonged.

She hadn’t yet mentioned this thought to Henry, that she suspected she might somehow have been ripped from her own time, some time that hadn’t come yet. It seemed fanciful, perhaps even impossible…..but there was a logic to it, as well.

The book she remembered, the one like the one Henry had given her, was very old….it had the scent and brittleness and color of old, old age. And that voice she could almost put a face and scent to, the one that made her think, “Father!”, saying, “This volume, ti’kahm, is over 800 years old, and still treasured for its insights….”

There had been more. She felt its presence, but memory was gone….

She sighed, trying not to feel trapped and impatient. Sima garo provides. She had the words, and the musical voice, and the shape, almost, now, of what they meant. She could not yet venture outside, but she could tend to the fire, after a fashion, and stir the night’s soup, and see that there was tea, and perhaps, soon, she might be strong enough to cook and sweep and tend the bed and dishes. She could create with the clay Henry brought, and line her boxes, and enjoy long talks, and observe all she experienced.

Sima garo provides. She was here, now, and she would do what she could to repay Henry’s kindnesses and recover her self.

This was what she could do, now, and there was no benefit in wishing for that which she couldn’t do or have, now….

There we have it – Nockatee is finding her past, which might lie in the future. Will all of her memories return? Will she be able to survive in this time? Will she find her way back to where she belongs, and be reunited with her family? And what will become of Henry, if she does?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more of Henry and Nockatee’s adventures, in two weeks.

I have a different type of video today; my friend Brenna Dee, at her pottery wheel,creating lovely magic. I know the methods Nockatee uses are far more primitive, but I imagine that molding the clay is as evocative and sensual an experience for her, and a form of therapy, during this time when she can do so much less than she knows she was once capable of, and when home, family, and identity seem to have vanished…

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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