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**Warning: This is a naked post about public nudity. If that’s not your thing, this is a good time to avert your eyes, to avoid streakers! **

Okay, if you’re still here, I’m assuming you want to be. =)

This post is part of August McLaughlin’s Beauty of a Woman Blogfest…an annual celebration of beauty in all its forms…for more, here’s August herself! =D

What makes you feel beautiful? What’s helped you embrace your body/appearance as it is? What area are you still working on—or should you? What makes you feel sexy? What helped you embrace, rather than shame, your sexuality? What’s stopping you? How do you define real beauty or sex appeal? Who epitomizes beauty and sexiness, IYO? What advice would you give your younger self or a girl in your life about beauty and/or sexuality?

I’m a person who feels more comfortable, much of the time, in my own skin than in clothing. That’s reflected, maybe, in the nudity that pervades my writing- my aroused Vulcans see little logic in wearing clothing that will only get in the way of their goals. And my Tribed characters – well, when they aren’t in the animal forms of their inner Hunters, they tend to be naked in all but the coldest weather.

There’s more than a little of my own nature in that, in imagining a culture that lives wild in nature, unabashedly naked and bare to the world.

This is me, in Oregon’s deep woods, against an ancient tree, celebrating it and myself. I’m the mom of a teen boy, so I’ve covered the bits that might be embarrassing to him, and others…so this becomes a modest nude. =)

It wasn’t a planned shot. I saw that magnificent tree, and some deep impulse surfaced. I stripped down to get elemental by this piece of the natural world. The only things I was wearing was my wedding rings and a headband.

At the time, I thought I looked fat, and I was embarrassed that I hadn’t shaved my armpits. Fifteen years or so further along life’s journey, I see it differently. Armpits grow hair; that’s natural. Whether to shave it is a matter of choice, or fashion – not an obligation. These days I either do or don’t, and I don’t think much about it, either way. And that body that seemed so unappealing, then? Reminds me of a Rubens painting, now – a lush and strong body, padded for pleasure! =) No Tacivaarii Huntress would be at all embarrassed to wear it.

Oregon is an interesting place for nudity…even of the public type. There are several clothing optional hot springs there, and we visited two of them in our pre-parenting years. McCredie Hot Springs was tucked just off a state highway, accessible by a nondescript dirt side road. It was a short trek through the woods, and the pools were of varying temperature, sprawled across a generous area, and kept natural. We shed our clothes before we got to the springs, and ran through the trees, soon immersing ourselves. I can imagine the Pride having a place like this, at the Pridekeep.

On one visit, while we were soaking, a middle-aged man arrived. We chatted for a bit – the empty conversations people have when they’re filling up space and attempting to present an image. And then my Accomplice moved to a cooler pool, and I was alone with this man…

For a moment, I was nervous, and hugely aware of my nudity. I hadn’t thought of my clothing as social armor, before that incident – but it is. We tell others how we want to be perceived, and how we perceive ourselves, by the way we dress.

Without clothing, I was truly socially naked – and so was he.

There was nothing sexual about it, but it was very intimate. Our conversation took a turn, and became far more personal. He spoke of his wife and her dog – not his dog, but hers, to keep her company when he was on the road. He was a trucker, and often stopped there for a soak before heading home. He spoke of his grown daughter; I talked about my still young marriage and our travels. We both spoke of our hopes for the future, and then we parted ways.

I can see the Tacivaarii, frolicking and connecting in those pools, lounging and washing one another, weaving new and stronger threads into their Huntthread, which sustains their Tribe.There’s something of beauty and honesty in being naked with other people in this way, being as naked and open and vulnerable as the living and growing things that surround us.

The social barriers fell away, that day, and we were two people, genuinely sharing. Two people who might never have connected, if we were wearing our respective suits of fabric armor.

Bare skin has greater powers than the ability to attract prospective partners…

Baring skin can lead to baring souls. To realizing that we’re all connected, beneath the layers of identity we don to get through our lives.

And there is something beautiful in that.

How about you? Do you have any beautiful, inspirational, nude stories? I’d love to hear more about them!

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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.

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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


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:

  • I have begun the first novels in each series, The Stars are Fire(Weft), and Perchance to Dream (Warp).
  • 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,

So, what have I been up to, specifically?

July CampNaNoWriMo preparations:

Create rough plans for the rest of Spock and Niaan’s Trueborn Warp and Weft Genesis novels.

Niaan’s Genesis ( Working title: The Stars are Fire): Target attained!

Spock’s Genesis (working title: Perchance to Dream):Target attained!

  • Completed using Rock Your Plot; detailed blocking one scene ahead for each POVcharacter.

July drafting:

Begin Trueborn Genesis novels.

  • Goal- 100,000 words during the month (remembering that things may slow down during Rock the Campground) – 50,000 words for each WIP.
  • Current NaNo total: 67,600 w0rds – getting close to three-quarters of the way. =D

The Stars are Fire – Trueborn Weft Series – Target attained!

  • Completed 50, 452 of 50,000 words on July 15.

Perchance to DreamTrueborn Warp SeriesOn target.

  • 17,148 of 50,000 word son July 20.

And, on tap for August:

Reread and create rough To-Do lists for:

  • Chameleon’s Dish
  • Bounded by a Nutshell
  • Instead of diving into this project when my plate is full, I read and highlighted Rock Your Revisions, and am currently in the process of creating a plan from it, which I will begin to pursue on August 1, or perhaps sooner.
  • Print and reread both WIPs, making rough notes.
  • I return to sharing excerpts from both WIPs as part of the
  • Create rough revision plans for both WIPs.
  • Begin focused editing runs.

 

By the time I update this plan again, toward the end of the month, ROW80 Round 3 will be well underway, and, hopefully, I will have two fresh, new 50,000 word WIPs.

May you find fun, joy, and passion between now and then!



 Last week, my lifelong friend and fellow writer,Eden Mabee, posted for #WIPpet Wednesday. I had read the phrase before, but this time, I was curious enough to follow her posted links, and ended up here, learning about K.L,Schwengel s brainchild.

Since theBlogging from A to Z Challengeended, I’ve been looking for a regular feature for this blog, one that is specifically Trueborn-oriented. I was looking to inspire myself, and offer glimpses of the creation of this double series to you, my readers.

I’ve found it.

Each week, I will post an excerpt from one of my five Trueborn WIPs (works-in-progress). All are, at this time, rough drafts. Each excerpt will be connected, in some way, to the date.

The purpose of this group is to encourage writers to move their WIPs to publication. I welcome any insight and opinion…the next year or two will bring editing to all drafts, and your comments may be just what I need to hear….so, don’t be shy, whether you are a writer, or strictly a reader!

This excerpt is from my WIP Chameleon’s Dish, a Trueborn Weft Series (original ,possibly YA, fantasy) novel.

Today is May 15. I offer Chapter 15, paragraphs 1-5:

There was a time of just feeling. Her mind said that they must look into each other’s souls, through their eyes, that this was the time to learn each other; the shapes of their minds, the yearnings of their souls. These things would be the base of their bond, and it would build as they grew, until, one day, it would be, in fact, a true marriage, when they were both grown and ready for it.

He could feel the differences in her, now, that she came, not from one other place, but from many, all at once, and all unlike the others….

In all of them, she was a wild thing – he had not been at all wrong about her nature. But she was not ruthless, as her mother could be. Nor was she as implacably calm as her sire……

Her sire, who Burned, who wanted many things, like a hungry flame, but none more than to bring his child back to him….

None of these feelings and knowings were as words – he felt them, somehow, without needing to think of them…

Next week, I will share an excerpt from the Trueborn Warp Series (Star Trek fan fiction) companion volume to Chameleon’s Dish, Bounded by a Nutshell.

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Approaching the size of Osiiraan…from my Pinterest boards…

Lise was asleep somewhere between 9 and 10, and Miah around 11, tonight, and Jim and I were left with the luxury of an earlier night…time together, when we could both manage to stay awake.

So, we watched a little TV, I showered,and we set my Kindle up to play Paul Simon’s  The Rhythm of the Saints while we spent some time in connection – something like a date night in our own bedroom, listening to the music…

And then, I heardSpirit Voices”, and had a flash of revelation…

This song is the inspiration for Osiiraan, which is a central setting in my Trueborn Weft Series books.

I hadn’t realized it before, but this place – the hollowed space within a tree that would dwarf a sequoia, where Untribed and Tribed first learn to live together and create a society with room for all, in what had once been Huntlands, but which now are freely occupied by whomever chooses to live there… – this place is my interpretation of the brujo described in the song.

There is the greatroom, born of this snippet of lyric:

“Women with their nursing children sleeping on the floor,

We join the fevers and the broken bones.”

The huge inner chamber of Osiiraan is where most of its life happens. Many of the Untribed sleep there, else in the area just above. There are areas that serve for cooking, gathering, weaving, and other arts and needs. It’s as communal a life as any of them choose, and yet, their is room for privacy there, as well… Osiiraan is a bustling, alive place, centered, integrated, and usually peaceful without the need for lawkeepers…

And yet, it has also been the one shelter remaining in a time of destructive warring, a place where the broken and dying are taken, a place deeply threatened…

I think Osiiraan is so much more real to me than the other places – the three Keeps, the Merchant’s Road, and the Untribed settlements (I’ve never even given these names, they are so unreal to me, as yet…), because those were created to fill a need.

But Osiiraan – Osiiraan sprang from a song that first spoke to my soul over two decades ago. A song by my favorite songwriter – maybe my favorite writer, ever.

Osiiraan was once a tiny seed, dropped lovingly into the fertile soil of my soul, watered by experiences, sustained by the glow of imagination, and thriving with time.

From this one song came so much…not just the place, but an evoked mood, a state of being, expressed with skittering, lively drums, spare yet intensely poetic language, Paul’s obvious fascination with other cultures, his keen ability to observe and pack worlds of knowing into only a few words:

“Candlelight flickers,

The falcon calls,

Lime green lizard

Scuttles down the cabin wall.

And all of these spirit voices

Rule the night…”

Osiiraan’s massive root structure? Another Worldbuilding pin…

For all this time, through maybe a thousand hearings, and maybe ten thousand times the lyric has flitted up to awareness, and all the innumerable times it’s been a hidden part of dream or fantasy, this song, like a subterranean river, has been feeding my world, tending to Osiiraan’s roots and trunk and branches and leaves. Tending, too, to the beings that inhabit her, be they Tacivaarii, Canivaarii, Untribed, or wild creatures…tending to their spiritual and physical lives…

Feeding me, and healing me. Thank you, Paul Simon. You may never know what you did, but I do.

You offered the seed that became a place not just in a story, but also a mood I try to evoke in my own life, in this (much smaller than a sequoia) little home I share with my beloveds…human and otherwise.

There is a sweetness and beauty to that, a sense of rightness, that makes me smile, now that I know – because it suggests that the most precious gifts we can every receive are the honest offerings of another’s soul, when we are willing to accept them as they are, and allow them the space to grow and move within us….



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