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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday !

K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is December 4, 2013.

  • I added the month and the date: 12+4=16 paragraphs, post-NaNo edited.

Nobosy offered a favorite WIP for this WIPpet, so here’s more of my Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction, King of Shreds and Patches:

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.

We find Spock, kneeling upon the sands of Gol, cast away by the Kolinahru he hoped to join. This scene occurs before Amanda’s snippet, Prodigal Son.

This WIP is set in the time frame of Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Within the Trueborn double series, this WIP occurs before Spock discovers whether T’Lys is real, or a childhood delusion carried into adulthood. It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

I held the symbol of Kolinahr, cast upon the sands as I had thought my emotions to be. I caressed it, craving touch, craving T’Lys, craving the solace of the entity’s pure, layered, logic. Craving, too, the promise of nothingness Gol had offered – and which I had, in a single motion, rejected.

I had not known that I would lift my hand, and deny myself the peace, the prison, of Kolinahr, until I felt it lifting. I’d spent the threeday between alone upon the Forge, meditating, sobbing when I could not resist, but not allowing myself the pleasures of self-gratification – something within me was far too open, too yearning. I feared that, if I gave myself to those primal impulses, even once, I would not be able to stop short of giving myself over in another lifebond with T’Lys….

And still, I did not know if she was real, and had no way to ascertain it, unless I could find her…

I considered that course of action, considered leaving Gol and procuring a shuttle (how I would accomplish this, I knew not; I had released all my resources and holdings to others before joining the retreat here), and simply traveling in the direction that led to her….until I found her, ran out of fuel, or died. I was not certain that I cared which…

When I found myself running toward ShiKahr and its spaceport at midday, I knew that I had not attained Kolinahr, that I had only been hiding my emotions, even from myself. There was no logic in that, either…

I went back to the desert just beyond Gol, where I would not be seen, and turned to the entity again, away from T’Lys and the enticing chaos she had so often brought me.

But, “Sima garo provides,” she whispered, as I left her. Even in this, she inflamed my imagination, kept a part of me to herself, would not release me.

Then, as now. I was still unsure whether I had lifted my hand, or if she had – but the result was the same. I had made the staying gesture, and that invited the touch of the Master’s mind. Had I been seeking that out, all along – another mind to touch, to connect myself to? After so much separation, and isolation, could it truly be so simple as that I needed that connection, to something or someone? To anything or anyone, indiscriminately?

When she had touched my mind – it shamed me to remember, but there was no logic in that, nor in attempting to forget what was etched within memory; etched in flame – when she touched my mind, I responded first as a male, surging toward what was female within her, my telerotic centers, so open and filled with T’Lys, seeking hers, offering, pleading for her to see me only as a male – a male who wanted her, wanted to touch, to pleasure, to claim, to dance, to find the bliss of Attunement.

For a moment, she responded, and there was shock in it for both of us….we almost gave in to it, to the searing, surging power of it…

“No, Spock. I am not what you need.” Still, despite her words, she did not withdraw, instead offering soothing touches to the inflamed parts of my mind and my soul.

“In this breath, you are All.” But it was untrue, even now, and I knew it, knew that she knew it even before she spoke again.

“And what of the next? No. She is writ large in your soul; thee cannot escape such connection, such passion. Perhaps, it was madness to try.” She urged me to the place where T’Lys, cloaked in flames and truth, waited, Huntress-still.

The Master spoke aloud now, her words for the attendants, but all was gibberish. She eased away from my mind, gently, but firmly, leaving the heat of desire to scorch only me, alone…

The Kolinahru turned, and left me. There was neither unkindness nor kindness in it; I had failed, and this was no longer my place. It remained unsaid, but I knew – I would not be welcomed here again.

I dropped the symbol of the newly accepted Kolinahru adept, and rose from my knees. I began to walk, to the only place that I still knew would accept me – because there was no one there to refuse me. It was a two day’s walk…perhaps, time to find myself amongst the flood of feelings, but, certainly, a refuge where I could hide myself.

I felt it. I knew that this was only the harbinger. Emotion was a tightly knotted tangle within me, a heaviness, but I could feel it loosening, swelling toward eruption, and I no longer thought I had any control over it.

There we have it – a man on the verge of crisis. Will he find a direction, or connection? Will he survive his explosive emotions? What will he choose?

For December, pick the WIP, and POV character! If you have a favorite, don’t be shy! Someone decides, and it could be you! This WIP is the default.

This seems to catch the mood of Spock’s conflict….

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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..

 

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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…

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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 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 ! =)

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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 September 25, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve used the number of the day.
  • Then, I added one, because this is the first Wednesday of the ROW80 break.
  • You get 26 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 September 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 eavesdrop on a rather unexpectedly volatile conversation between Captain Kirk and his former First Officer, who is now the Vulcan Ambassador.

This scene occurs just prior to the conversation between McCoy and Kirk I shared in Soulwounded.

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

Enjoy!

…I know you probably don’t want me to say it, and you certainly don’t have to admit it, but this has got to be hell, for you.”

I will admit it freely, Jim. It is a level of hell I never knew existed. It is too painful to be endured – I cannot contain nor control my emotional responses to it, at this time, nor find balance.”

Spock held his gaze as the anger faded – not really anger at him, Jim saw now, but at the situation, and his own helplessness. Perhaps at the scientists who had made the critical error. Maybe at Starfleet, for commissioning the project, and whisking his daughter away. Jim hadn’t been around much, but he knew for certain that Spock cherished the family he had thought he might never have, more than he had ever treasured anything.

Now Spock drained the glass in one quick, savage gulp, reached for a decanter, and poured sloppily, emptying the glass again, and now there was rebellion in his eyes – rebellion against Jim’s judgment,maybe, or, more likely, what he no doubt saw as his own weakness.

“I’m done judging, Spock.”

“That,” Spock said, with a palpable note of scorn. “Is highly unlikely, Jim.”

Jim didn’t comment. If Spock wasn’t capable of restraining himself now, it would be unkind to remind him by taking offense. “Does it help?” he asked instead, gently.

Spock contemplated the glass, then drank it down, and another, in quick succession. He poured again, getting nearly as much on his desk as in the glass. “I do not believe I am nearly inebriated enough to ascertain that, Jim.” He was starting to sway as his balance became affected.

Knowing how secretive Spock could be, especially regarding his moments of emotional weakness, Jim asked, “Are you alone? Do you want someone to talk to, for a while? Or just to be with you?”

Leonard and Niaan are well aware of my activities, Jim. You need not be concerned; the alcohol was medically prescribed by my Kiral, and my wife, as you will recall, is most vigilant in matters of my protection and care. They are nearby, but they have allowed me the privacy to speak to you as I will. I will not be left alone, nor allowed to harm myself, nor any other.”

There we have it – a grieving and seeking father known for his control, barely holding himself together, by the most dubious of means. Will he hang on, or sink more deeply? Will Tisira by found, and will she be well, if she is?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. 

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

There aren’t any songs about kivaswine that I know of, so I improvised a bit… cheers! =)

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

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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 11, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve added the digits of the day, month, and year (9+11+2+0+1+3=26).
  • Then, I added one, because it adds a lot of flavor to the snippet. =)
  • You get 27 sentences (mostly dialogue) 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 September 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 finally learn what caused Tisira’s disappearance.

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. I don’t have an online version of this experimental version. It’s a far more sexual scene, and Spock is much less in control than McCoy is. Like last week, I expect that I will take elements of both, and combine them in the next draft. I am especially interested in opinions on this dialogue and Spock’s emotional state…likely to be very different in the next draft!

Enjoy!

Ambassador Spock, is it possible that one of your daughters was alone in this chamber approximately 4.942 minutes ago?” His eyes scanned the room; fixed on the open cabinet and the nest of blankets within. “Perhaps, within a radius of 5.51 meters from that corner?

“Affirmative. Tisara was asleep in that cabinet when I left this chamber 6.368 minutes ago. It seems unlikely that she would have awoken and left in the intervening time. However, she is not here, now, nor can I sense her presence in my mind, although my wife and daughter can sense her dimly.” He studied Semil; the man appeared grim, even for a Vulcan scientist. “Have you some pertinent information that accounts for these facts?”

“Affirmative.My colleagues and I have been testing a focused temporal distortion wave. The device was in initial testing; there was no intended target. The readings indicate that a female Vulcanoid child was captured by the beam.”

“And sent where? And when?” That was Leonard, pushing forward to confront Semil. “‘No intended target’, eh? Haven’t you people heard of safety precautions? How the hell did this happen?”

Semil said nothing for a moment, and his brow lifted in consternation at the emotional assault. Spock considered interceding, but he decided instead that Leonard had asked all the questions he would have, and far more succinctly.

The scientist finally drew a centering breath, then said, in a neutral tone, “We have not yet ascertained the location or point in time the beam intersected. The device is highly experimental, and in the first testing of the prime prototype. There has, as yet, been no way developed to adjust the temporal or geographic settings. Nor were we aware that the intervening walls were not impervious to the beam.”

“That’s a hell of a lot of uncertainty to accept, when people are living here.”

There we have it – the reason for Tisira’s disappearance – and no way to trace where -or when – she has been sent. What will Spock do next?

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

There are a few songs that speak to me of the connection between Spock and Tisira. Here’s a particularly family-friendly and sweet one from my favorite singer/songwriter. You are most welcome!

 

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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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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


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 July 31, 2013. (Don’t panic; the paragraphs are short!)

  • For Today’s offering, I’ve added the digits of the month, date, and year. (7+4+3+1+2+0+1+3=17).
  • Then I added 3 paragraphs, because this is my birthday week, and three is my favorite number. So, there’s a little gift for all my readers!

Throughout July, I offer my current NaNo effort, Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock),loosely based upon the26 flash fiction piecesI wrote for the2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

This week, we will begin at the beginning with my Star Trek fanfic, Perchance to Dream. I am so looking forward to exploring Spock’s childhood! =D

Finally, after sharing excerpts told from T’Pol and Amanda’s points of view, I get to the star of the novel – Spock, who is, at this time a child of seven.

Since this is the opening of his first scene, I’ll let the except do the talking.

Note: As with all of this month’s WIPpets, this one is NaNo-raw. I fixed a couple of obvious typos; nothing more.

Enjoy!

I moved along at the base of the obsidian cliffs, keeping to the shadow, aware of the chance that a child alone upon the Forge in the light of T’Khut at her fullest would attract a sehlat or a le-matya.

Although, I thought, either might be preferable to the future Father had informed me of, this afternoon.

It was an illogical fantasy, and yet, here, alone in the desert, I did not care. I embraced it, allowed myself to imagine being shredded by a hungry sehlat, or poisoned, then devoured, by the fangs of a le-matya…

But I would not be alive, then, to enjoy the reprieve from the certainty that Father had delivered.

I was to be Promised to a girl named T’Pring, whom I had never met, and would not, until the day of our Promising, at Koon-ut-kal-if-fee, where we would be drawn again when the Burning came, and there was no choice but to mate.

It was the Vulcan way; and yet, something within me recoiled, urgently demanding that I not be so bound, with my mind locked to the mind of a girl I had never met. To consider mating with someone I did not know.

There was little logic in coming to the Forge to escape what I already knew was inevitable. I could bring no rational argument; only my certainty that I found the notion of arranged pairing repulsive and restrictive. But my emotion had never swayed Father to any action beyond more control, and surely it would not now.

I had lost my control, already, when he informed me. I had not held back my angry protests, and he had only responded that he would entertain only logical and controlled responses. My fury had built, triggered by the too-common sensation that I had been trapped in a life I could neither tolerate nor change. I had yelled, then screamed, and then the tears had come -the proof that I was not truly Vulcan, that I had never been enough, and never would be, to satisfy Sarek.

Once more, I wondered why he had married a human woman, and why, after doing so, he chose to have a child with her, to father a son forever tainted, forever inferior because he was half human.

I could not be what he wanted, and I could not resist his implacable will.

And so, when the tears marked me inadequate, yet again, and I knew the next command would be to control them, which I was utterly unable to do, in that moment, I had fled – fled Father’s office, past the kitchen where I could smell Mother’s plomik soup, and feel the pain of her silence, and into my own room, throwing myself down upon my bed as the door slipped closed behind me – both shelter, and trap.

I could not remain here. Either Mother would come, her human maternal instincts and emotions ruling her, wanting to help, but only being able to do so in a human way. I always longed to respond to these efforts, in the way I had when I was too small to know that it was one thing to be human, and another to be Vulcan – and that I was some as-yet unnamed third thing, neither one nor the other, able to pass as neither. My appearance marked me as not human, and my manner just as clearly proved me less than Vulcan.

I was an aberration, belonging nowhere.

I had waited until they were settled for the evening meal…Mother had come once to my door, to tell me the meal was ready, but I had not responded, and then had heard Father’s voice.

“Perhaps he is in meditation, to perfect his control.”

“Sarek. He’s not meditating. He’s seven years old, and you’ve just informed him that you are sentencing him to a lifetime commitment to someone he doesn’t even know yet. He’s angry with you, and it’s justified.”

“He will learn to control such emotions, and to meditate upon them until he finds a peaceful resolution.” Perhaps Mother did not know that I could hear them, but Father certainly did, and there was yet another directive in his words.

Had I told him that meditating had no effect on my emotions but to add restlessness to them, and a tendency for various parts of my body to itch in succession, he would have insisted that I was tending to the matter with “Insufficient effort and attention to achieve the desired goal.”

No, I could not say it. But that made it no less true.

Meditation only led to a deeper sense of being entrapped. The Forge, however, was solitude and sanctuary, and space enough to simply be myself, with no concern for how it would be perceived.

Come on – you know you wanna play, too!

 

There we have it – the very first twenty paragraphs of Spock’s story arc.

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