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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 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…

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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of K.L,Schwengel’s brainchildis to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is September 18, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, the math is simple.
  • I’ve added the digits of the day ad the month, (9+18=27).
  • You get 27 sentences 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).

Bounded by a Nutshell is my August WIP. It 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 meet Tisira’s twin, Kirana, as she is reunited with her father after an unexplained absence of several hours, shortly after Tisira’s disappearance.

This is actually two passages; there was a bit in the middle that may not stay and didn’t fit the passage, so I pulled the good stuff from the edges and pushed it together. They fit together very well, I think.

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

Kirana, though, seemed to sense her parents’ need to be alone together, and, maybe, even something of the importance of that need. Every so often, she would go quiet in her play, and study the door, her brows drawing together in exactly the same way Spock‘s always did when he was trying to decipher a puzzle.

But she didn’t say anything about it, or even ask what was keeping her parents so long, when she was accustomed to spending many hours a day in their company. She also didn’t ask why Spock wasn’t busy examining the device, or doing something to help find Tisira.

She just went about her play with Andrew…some animal game with an involved and ever-expanding cast of invisible characters. And every so often, her deep blue eyes would go to the bedroom door, and that frown would appear.

And every time she did, Andrew’s eyes would follow hers, and then he would hug her and add an element to the game, and Kirana would let herself be distracted into play once more.

Almost as though she understands, somehow, what’s going on in there. And why it’s going on, now, and that it’s too important to wait…

Finally, nearly eight hours after they’d gone into their room, the door slipped open to reveal Spock and Jeniah, dressed in matching robes, their faces still aglow with the secret hours they had spent together, watching them. Seth was sleeping in his sling, seeming perfectly content.

Kirana rose slowly from the rug where she had been pretending to be a grouchy old sehlat. She clasped her hands behind her back and looked back at them both, her expression, for a moment, as unreadable as Spock’s had ever been. “Father, art thee well?” she asked, formally, and in Vulcan.

For answer, Spock knelt on one knee, and gestured for her to come close. He himself didn’t seem to want to give up the doorway- maybe because he was not wholly certain that he was ready to rejoin the flow of life, just yet.

Kirana went, slowly, holding her father’s eyes with her own, as though she were feeling her way. Step by step, she advanced. Spock stayed still, not dropping his eyes, but stretching out his hand with two fingers extended.

Fingers that trembled, just a little bit, but enough to say clearly that even if he’d eased the immediacy of the situation, his eropsitone levels were still elevated, and he would not likely be up long….

I am – quite well, ti’kahm.” He too spoke in Vulcan, but fondly, with the hint of fire and amusement layered into the warm, rough tones. His eyes were intent on hers. “I regret if I caused you any concern.”

You are – different – ?” She tested the words. “No, not different, but also not as you have been.”

There we have it. Spock is not as his daughter has known him. Will this shift affect the search for Tisira? Spock’s relationship with Kirana?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, next week, and every Wednesday in September.

Here’s a song this scene reminds me of…a longtime favorite,with a fiercely wild and very fitting drama. Feel free to do your best 70s dance, or just watch and worry!=)

 

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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 September 4, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve added the digits of the day, month, and year (9+4+2+0+1+3=20).
  • Then, I added one, because it fit, and in honor of my son’s birthday week. =)
  • You get 21 sentences 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).

Bounded by a Nutshell is my August WIP. It 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 begin at the beginning, with the first scene, as written. In the midst of a conversation, Spock collapses, leaving Doctor McCoy to figure out why.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style. Also, in the interest of full disclosure, I have written an alternate version of this scene, which can be found here. It’s a spicier scene, and I’m not decided on which to use…likely, there will be elements of both in the next draft. Feel free to read both, and comment as you wish.

Enjoy!

Spock stopped speaking, mid-word, his eyes glazed, and nearly fell into his chair, slumped over and far too pale.

“Spock?” Len asked, alarmed, and, when the Vulcan didn’t respond, “Spock!

Spock’s breath was coming in pained and infrequent gasps. Len grabbed at his scanner, not even taking the time to mute it. The Vulcan looked far past the point of caring.

There was no physical trauma – but his brainwave patterns showed some areas of highly chaotic activity, almost as though he had suddenly retreated into himself, searching for something.

“Tisira!” Spock shouted, and jerked upright, his eyes wide, wild, and unseeing.

McCoy gripped his shoulders. “What is it, Spock?”

Spock’s stare darted, then fixed desperately on him. His eyes hadn’t focused, yet, though, and he didn’t seem aware of much beyond whatever was going on in his mind….

He lurched to his feet. He finally fixed on Len. “Tisira is gone. From my mind. I must – find her.”

“Not like this, Spock. Not logical or efficient.Give yourself a minute.”

“Tisira may not have one.”

There we have it – a father who has suddenly lost his child. What will happen next?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, next week, and every Wednesday in September.

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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!

 

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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:

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

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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.

 

My WIPpet Math:

Today is July 24,2013.

  • Adding the month and the date (7+24=31) takes us to 31 sentences.
  • But that leaves us awkwardly in the midst of the interaction, so…
  • Adding the digits of the year (2+1+0+3=6), means that you get another 6sentences, for a total of 37 sentences.
  • And that takes us to the end of the conversation already in progress.

Throughout July’s CampNaNoWriMo, I am offering Niaan and Spock‘s childhoods, and how they came to be husband and wife, in the Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock).

These WIPS are based upon the26 flash fiction pieces I wrote for the2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

In this excerpt, Spock, a child of seven, has gone missing, following a heated dispute with his Vulcan father, Sarek. His human mother, Amanda, has been intensely worried for him, but Sarek maintains that he has gone to find the peace of solitude and meditation after the conflict. The situation between the spouses has grown increasingly tense, over a course of days. Amanda has retreated to her study, where she has begun having extremely vivid and strange dreams about their son.

As with all these posts, this is NaNo-raw. I corrected a few obvious typos, and nothing more.

The chime rang at her door, and she sighed and signaled it to slide open.

Sarek stood uncertainly in the doorway, studying her, his face wearing the carefully neutral expression that said that he was troubled.

“Have you had word?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Spock will return when he is ready. I have heard nothing, and I feel that he is alive, and in no significant danger.” A pause. “I did not come to speak of our son, my wife.”

The clue to why he had was in his tone and in his phrasing. Amanda had known it would come, and still didn’t know how she would respond. Curiously, she heard herself intone, “Indeed?” as neutrally as any Vulcan might.

“Indeed. It has been three nights since you have retired for the evening in our chamber.”

An edge of wanting – always, desire was the one emotion that could best him. She chose not to acknowledge it, or how it brought fragments of the dreams swirling around her. “Has it been? I haven’t been counting.”

She turned back to her reading – she had been too unsettled, really, but it was something to pretend a focus on. She had already lost her temper with him, and was determined not to do it again.

“It has been.” A longer pause; she wasn’t responding as he had hoped, or even as he had expected. Amanda could feel his discomfort, but did nothing to ease it. “Will you – retire with me, this evening, my wife.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

The silence was deep this time, and pregnant with his emotions. Oddly, they seemed only to numb her, and she was fascinated to realize that, right now, it was she who was more fully in control.

“May I inquire as to the reason?” His voice was tight now; he had been wanting her longer than he had been willing to admit.

“You may inquire, Sarek. My answer is that I am engaged and at peace in this space, and I see no immediate need to leave it. Sleep well, husband.”

In Vulcan etiquette, the last was a dismissal, and still he stood, for a long moment, and Amanda could feel the intensity of his stare on her back, willing her to turn and come to him. She almost did – and then she thought of Spock, and held. She would not take the chance of Sarek overhearing her dreams, or of sensing them when they touched in the night.

He sighed audibly, and said, “Sleep well, my wife.” And then he was gone.

After he left, she started shaking, and the tears came.

So, there we are…a WIPpet only a day old! Feel free to comment!

 

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