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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 NaNo Math:

Today is November 27, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I subtracted ten from the date.
  • You get 17 shortish paragraphs today, because it seemed like a natural amount to give you! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This week, we visit Leonard McCoy, Starfleet retired …until just now.

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy., 

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

Enjoy!

Len woke up to find someone battering down the door.

“Whaddahell!” he yelled, as a fully armed contingent of Starfleet Special Ops crashed through his door, bringing more light than a dozen stars going nova.

“Doctor Leonard McCoy?

“Fine time to ask,” he muttered. Then, more loudly, “Yes, dammit! What the-“

“Doctor Leonard McCoy, as per this time, Starfleet is enacting the Reserve Action Clause of your commission. As soon as you are prepared, but no more than 3 hours from now, we are ordered to take you to Starfleet Command, where you will be vetted and briefed. You have that long to set your affairs in order and prepare for offworld deployment. By order of Admiral Heihachiro Nogura, Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.”

“Off world deployment? Reserve Action Clause?! I’m retired, dammit. I come to places like this” – he gestured at the roughhewn log walls, the historic door they’d broken in through, and then swept his arm toward the window, open to the late June nighttime cool, smelling of pines and sulfur and the indefinable hint of musk from large wild creatures. “To get away from people like you, who bust in hotel doors in the middle of the night.”

There was a time when he could have called upon Spock to tell him whatever regulation pertained to the right he had not to have SpecOps crash in his hotel room door. He’d know, in seconds, what his rights were, and where to complain if he had none. But Spock was gone, and he was all alone here.

“Admiral Nogura invites you to call him with any questions you may have, Doctor. He has cleared a frequency for your exclusive use.”

Which meant that complaining would get him exactly nowhere. He was tempted, just for the sheer revenge of it – but it would just be a waste of energy. ” Three hours, did you say?”

“Two hours, fifty-six minutes, Doctor. And counting.” This one was a young woman, pert and pretty, with big green eyes and freckles, who looked like she’d just walked out of a nineteenth century painting.

“What the hell time is it? And what’s all this about an offworld deployment? I like this world just fine. Most of my favorite people live here.”

“It is 0125, Doctor, Starfleet Standard Time.”

“Can’t just say, ‘1:45am’ like a regular person,” he grumbled.

Damn. It was way too late to get in touch with Joanna, now, and, with the baby….no, he would have to leave a message.

He did that. A part of him wanted to run out the three hours, maybe go outside and enjoy soaking up just a little bit more of Yellowstone. Make them cool their heels in his little room, so that he could make a point about this infringement upon his rights.

But there was no point. Either way, he’d still end up doing what he was ordered to do. More logical, maybe, to just gather up his stuff and get on with it, so that he could get it over with – whatever “it” turned out to be.

But as he listened to the squad leader arrange with the might clerk for the restoration of the door and the payment of his bill, he began to rehearse lines for the incendiary letter he would send, once “it” was all over.

There we have it – a man woken up in the dead of night, when armed operatives crash through his hotel room door and draft him. Who’s responsible? Can he get out of it? How will he react?

For December, too, YOU get to pick the WIP, and the POV character! Tell me which of these WIPs you prefer, or a favorite character, in the comments. My kids will choose between the commenters’ choices, every Sunday.

WIPs:

And here’s a song that seems to suit the way Leonard McCoy feels, as his story begins..

 

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 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 NaNo Math:

Today is November 20, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, ….yeah, well. I’m going to ‘fess up.  There is no math – I’m NaNo-mad, and numbers aren’t cooperating.  So there it is…I’m a  WIPpet rebel! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This week, we visit with Amanda, Spock’s human mother, who has not heard from her son in over four years…until this moment.

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

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

Enjoy!

“Were you expecting a call, my wife?”

She didn’t answer. She was already up and on her way. Anything had to be better than sitting here with him, trying to pretend that he didn’t seem such a stranger, this morning, and this life some facsimile of a real one.

Saved by the bell, she thought – and then she saw the coded name of the caller, and her heart began to pound as she stared at the screen, unable to move to engage it.

Was this goodbye – finally, and irrevocably? Why would he call now, though, when he hadn’t contacted a single one of his associates in all the intervening years? Or had he finally learned what she had always known – that to attempt to eradicate his emotions was to eradicate himself?

She wasn’t going to get the answer by staring at his name on the screen.

Amanda took three deep breaths – or meant to. Halfway through the second, her hand darted out and engaged the screen –

And she gasped at what she saw, half-falling into the chair, her knees no longer willing to hold her weight.

“Spock!”

The man on the other end of the transmission jumped at the sound of her voice, eyes wild, bloodshot, and white-rimmed in a gaunt and masklike face.

He was filthy. His long hair was tangled and matted, he hadn’t shaved, and he was shirtless, his chest smeared with what looked like caked blood and sand. He was not so much breathing as he was panting, a sharp,ragged sound in the quiet of the room. He stared at her, or through her. The time upon the Forge, and away from humans, showed in the intensity of that stare. It made her deeply uneasy – he neither blinked not gave any cue that he recognized her – but she determined that she would not look away unless he did, first…something in her that had been too long asleep was waking, and it said that she must not reject him, in this moment, or all would be lost.

She was aware of Sarek, behind her, out of view of the screen. But she held to her son’s wild stare; her husband knew well how to care for himself, but this man before her seemed more lost than anyone she had ever seen.

Amanda was terrified.

Finally, in a raping, halting voice – a voice that seemed to have forgotten how to speak, Spock said, “Qu’al se tu, Amanda?”

“Yes, it’s me, Spock.” But that didn’t shift his stare, or his panting, and she added, “It’s Mother, son.”

“Mother….” He seemed almost not to recognize the word – but he had always known it, and in Standard. “No….I have none.”

Behind her, Sarek made a small, surprised intake of breath, hearing the echo of his own words from this ruin of a man who had once been their son.

There we have it – a mother and a son, and, in the shadowy background of things, a father. Why has Spock called? Will Amanda be able to help him find himself again? Why does he think he has no mother?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

And here’s a song that seems to fit, and which holds deep personal meaning to me. So, for Amanda and Spock, and in remembrance of a man named Tim, I offer…

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 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 NaNo Math:

Today is November 13, 2013. It’s also the seventh birthday of one of the coolest guys I know – my nephew Nate!

  • For today’s offering, I began with Nate’s age (7).
  • Then I created an equation with digits of the year (2+1= 0+3= 3), and added these to Nate’s age (7+3=10).
  • That’s a lot of silliness to say that you get 10 shortish paragraphs today, because it seemed like a natural amount to give you! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This is the very beginning of Jim Kirk‘s story. We find him living a duller life than he used to, and ready for any opportunity to break loose…and suddenly realizing that he might have found one in an unexpected place – Out There, somewhere…

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

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

Enjoy!


James Tiberius Kirk, Admiral, Starfleet Special Operations, knew that he ought to be alarmed, or at least concerned, by the eerie images flashing across the eyes-only briefing room screen. A quick glance around the curving table revealed that the other five watchers were – well, except for Nogura. The Old Man was inscrutability personified – he never revealed his emotions. Jim had often wondered if he’d taken lessons from the Vulcans.

But the others were all staring intently at the screen with expressions that ranged from open-mouthed shock to a thoughtful type of concern. A little belatedly, Jim plastered something on his face that he hoped looked like deep worry – he didn’t think the Old Man was watching him, but it would hardly do to reveal what he was really feeling.

He wondered what it said about him that, when he watched the footage – this was the second runthrough, slowed down to avoid missing any detail – that he felt, more than anything, a sense of excitement and possibility.

There was a thing out there, and it was headed this way.

And the only ship in a position to intercept, if it came to that, was the Enterprise.

It was true that she wasn’t his ship, any longer – the promotion to the soul-numbing ranks of the Admiralty had taken him out of the center seat and parked him firmly, and, until now, apparently permanently, behind a desk. But Willard Decker was an untried young captain. So far, the biggest thing he had ever commanded was a starship in drydock, undergoing a refit.

He was not in the least prepared to take on a threat to Earth – the heart of the Federation.

And Nogura had to know that, had to know that, sitting right here in this room, was the man who had commanded that starship for five eventful years, years that had made him a beloved legend and a popular hero. The man who had personally seen to the administration of every aspect of that refit, including suggestions on senior staffing…Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, Chapel – even Decker was captain, at least in part, because Jim had suggested his old friend Matt’s son for the position.

Jim stared at the screen as though still needing confirmation, and sent out a silent and grudging thanks to Spock, wherever in hell he’d disappeared to, for giving him so much first-hand experience with assumed calm. Otherwise, he was sure his racing heart and mind would be obvious to everyone in the room.

The replay wound down, and Nogura rose to stand beside the viewer as it displayed a new set of graphics – projected distance into the Klingon Empire, time projections for entry into Federation space, arrival at Epsilon Nine and, if it maintained its heading, Earth.

There we have it – a man trapped in a life he’s not at all sure he wants, who sees a chance to escape. Will he take it? Is he ready? Will his personal motives get in his way? What is that thing out there, anyway? (Okay, if you’ve seen the movie, you already know – but there is a lot more to the story than appears on the screen, I promise!)

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

Let’s close out with the only song I could possibly put here….I’m not sure I can say, “Enjoy!” with a straight face, but may it provide a groan, a chuckle, or a “What the – ?!” With my kids, I got “What the heck am I watching?” and “How can I replace my blood with this?”

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 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 NaNoWriMo Edition Math:

Today is November 6, 2013

  • For today’s offering, I added the month and the date (11+6=17).
  • Then I added the digits in the year (2+0+1+3=6) for a total of 23.
  • Lastly, I subtracted 4, for the 4 NaNo WIPpets I will post this month (23-4+19).
  • You get 19 mostly short paragraphs today!

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fanfic WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four Wednesdays  in the month, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This is Spock’s story (OK, who’s surprised by that?!?!), so I’ll begin with him. His snippet is in first person; all others will be in third.

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style, but it is otherwise NaNo-raw.

Enjoy!


No.

I would not relent. Not for me this touching, this release. No. If I was to attain the whole of Kolinahr, I must not waver, now. I must hold, and close myself to my past, and my obsession with a childhood delusion.

I turned away. I would not give myself over to this. My mind rules.

I was safe, in this direction. The sand stretched on, blowing lightly in the growing breeze, with no cliffs to distract me. It was hours too early for stars to be visible, and, in this breath, there was a relief in that.

In this breath?

The delusion was more pervasive than I had thought – and something deep within me was opening, making itself known.

I looked to the sky, allowing my third eyelids to cover my eyes, and I stared at Eridani 40. One star, almost insignificant against the multitudes of Everdeep –

No, not Everdeep – that was her word. Space. One star, insignificant in the vastnesses of space.

Could this star, this world, this path, truly hold all my answers?

“Answers – yes. I must have answers.”

My breath stopped in my throat. This was a new presence; I was certain. A presence contacting me – seeking, as I was seeking.

Seeking – but from me? I had nothing to offer even to myself – which explained my last years at Gol. I was here to seek peace, quiet – the absence of the emotions that had nearly destroyed me, and had destroyed others. What had I to offer, to anyone?

I stared up to Eridani, again, shading my eyes with a hand. The touch had sharpened at my thought, focusing, growing stronger. Yes, something had indeed touched my mind, searching, seeking, finding something within me that drew it closer-

“Sima garo provides.” A whisper, through my memory, like the brush of a cat through my awareness, and all that I was leapt and strained against the restrictions of body and place, wanting, as ever, to be where she was, where she waited…

No.

She was not even memory. She was dream, made in childhood, when the tikkin-nectars had altered me. She held no answers, nor did my yearnings after her, and the fantasy that we were Solemates, that we belonged together.

This was why I had come to this place. To excise fantasy, to free myself of the emotional impulses that I could not understand.

I had thought that I had succeeded, that I could live out my days swathed in emptiness and solitude, and that there could be some peace in that, enough that I could continue, and perhaps, one day, assist others to find similar quietude in their own lives.

I was less than a threeday from shedding my remaining emotions upon the sands, as had many generations of Vulcans before me. I had been cautioned that it might not be possible for me, with my human admixture, to attain such a level of nonattachment and non-emotion.

There we have it – A confused Vulcan who is suddenly feeling, and unsure that he wants what he’s spent years working for. What will he decide (OK, if you’ve seen the movie, you have a clue…)? Is the woman real? Will Spock find peace, and can two worlds be saved?

Are there, in fact, any answers to be had?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

Let’s close out with a song that’s made me think of Spock since I first heard it, decades ago….and one which seems almost perfect for the mood of this piece.

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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