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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 11, 2013.

  • I added the month and the date: 12+11=23.
  • I then added the digits of the year. 2=0=1=3=6; 23+6=9.
  • And, as a holiday treat, I added 4, to give you my favorite number – 33 sentences total.

No one offered a favorite for this WIPpet, so here’s more of my Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, 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 join Jim Kirk as he prepares to meet with Admiral Nogura, with the intent to get the Enterprise back. This scene occurs shortly after Jim’s previous WIPpet, “There’s a Thing Out There!”

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.

He’d told Sonak the meeting wouldn’t last three minutes. Maybe the Old Man had spies on the landing platform, because he kept Jim waiting exactly that long before he entered his private conference room. Jim came to attention, and waited another minute for Nogura to acknowledge, and gesture him to a seat. Form was important to the Admiral.

“Now, then, Jim, what is it you wanted to talk about?

“With your permission, sir?” He held up the data chip with all his reports and analysis on it. Nogura nodded, and Jim inserted the chip, thinking of the other one, the one in his pocket, almost like he was carrying Spock around as a talisman.

Nogura listened to the spiel – the whole thing, which came in at two and a half minutes – he’d timed it.

“I believe, Admiral Nogura, that I am the only man for the job.”

Nogura watched him for another long minute, and the three Jim had projected stretched into four, with nothing decided. He couldn’t get the ship launched early if he didn’t get the command, then get over there. He started to feel the tension and pressure, but the small weight of Spock’s data chip in his pocket helped him to find calm again.

“I’m not sure there is a job to do, Jim – and you haven’t been in the center seat for over two years, now.”

“That is true. On the other hand, Decker hasn’t commanded anything other than a research craft, in space. And, for the last two years, he’s commanded a starship in drydock.”

“You recommended Captain Decker glowingly, Jim.”

“With the understanding that he’d have a five-year mission to cut his teeth on, Admiral, not a potentially vital mission to save the planet.”

“I’m not at all sure there is a need for a mission.”

“That thing is still headed on a direct course for Earth, Admiral. I’ve been tracking it – it’s incredibly fast. We won’t have a lot of time to act, if it turns out to be dangerous, and you’ve sent the Enterprise off somewhere else. Is that a chance we can afford to take, Admiral?”

Five minutes, now, and another while Nogura just sat there and watched him. Finally, he said, “You make a valid point. How long do you need to get the ship ready?”

“Twelve hours from the minute I set foot on that Bridge.”

Another minute ticked away. Jim mentally held Spock’s message in his mind, to calm himself.

“What else do you need?”

“I need Bones and Spock.”

“Do I need to remind you that they’ve both resigned their commissions?”

 

There we have it – a man with a mission, now accomplished. Will things go smoothly? Is he ready for this? Will Bones and Spock be found?

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.

And here’s a song for the returning Captain…

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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 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 October 9, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve used the digits of the month and day (9+10=19)
  • Then, I added the digits of the year (2+0+1+3=6; 19+6=25).
  • Then I added three lines, because they fit I like you!
  • You get 28 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 eavesdrop on an interaction between Spock, McCoy, and Spock’s young daughter, Kirana, who is Tisira’s twin, as they prepare for the arrival of Captain Kirk and his cavalry…

This scene occurs some hours after the incidents I shared in Kivaswine Conversation and Soulwounded. Spock has had some time with his wife, followed by a time of peacefully reading with Kirana.

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

Enjoy!

Leonard’s eyes darted to Kirana in surprise, and Spock found himself amused. His eyebrow wanted to lift, but the muscle relaxant had made it impossible to manage more than a twitch.“I didn’t know you could do that,” the Kiral said.

“Obviously, I can,” Kirana said,and her mind followed merrily with, “Or I would not have done so.”

McCoy groaned. “So this is how it goes. Now I have to deal with two generations of this?”

“You are required to do nothing, Leonard. If you wish to be released from your service, or to reside elsewhere, I will not attempt to dissuade you.”

“You pointy-eared martyr, you know I was joking. Read to your daughter. I’m going to grab a shower and go to the nursery with my family. I will meet you -right back here on this couch, mind, in an hours or so, if not a little sooner.”

“When will Jim arrive?” Spock asked, and would have frowned, if he was able – had he not already asked that?

“Lost your time sense, have you? He’ll be here in a little over an hour. You – uh – might want to put a shirt on, before he gets here, so I’ll bring you one.”

“No, He must know, quickly, the scope of my current difficulties. The marks of my Huntress upon me will likely speak more clearly than words can, to one who has seen them before.”

The doctor looked a little surprised. “Not holding back at all, are you?”

“There seems little point. I am long since bonded, and my mate will be with me. Moreover, he must know.”

“Okay, then. I will be here, before Jim is.
Best the two of you not be left alone.”

There we have it – a relatively peaceful moment, in a time of chaos. Will it last? What will happen when Jim Kirk gets there? And, maybe most importantly of all, will they find Tisira, and bring her safely home?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, in two weeks.

For October, I will be 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 another father/daughter song – this one for Spock and Kirana, because, really, Tisira has been getting a lot of attention!

 

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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 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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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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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.

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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!



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