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.


“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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