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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

We’re getting close to the final snippets before March, when I will be revising CD for NaNoEdMo, and you get even better passages!

March will be an editing month, and then April and May will be creating months, with the 2014 A to Z April Challenge , CampNaNoWriMo, and Story-a-Day May.

Lots of busy happiness ahead, and I’ll be sharing more details on these in the coming weeks.

And now, on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is February 19, 2014.

  • Today’s math is – all about tomorrow. Tomorrow, you see, my husband turns 50. We also celebrate the 17th anniversary of the day we met.
  • So, you get 67 words from the beginning of the climactic scenes.

Henry, Nockatee, and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the#WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay withTrueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish– at least until we get to a place where sharing might give too much away.

Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).

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 snippet occurs a bit after my last WIPpet. In actual timelines, this snippet is set on 29 June 1613 – the day of the Globe Theatre fire.

Tisira tugged and grunted; the trapdoor was meant to be lifted by a grown man, and not a girlchild. But Henry was on the other side, maybe still not knowing there was a fire, and his life in danger. She couldn’t feel him now; too many other minds clamored and twisted in the mass chaos of flight.

She had to reach him. She set herself, and heaved…

Will Tisira get the trapdoor open, and save Henry? Will they survive the fire? And what comes next, now that Tisira has remembered herself?

Well, now – for that, you might just need to read the entire book…! Of course, I’m going to need to revise it first…my business for next month.

Here’s a fitting song for the moment… and a hearkening back to my own childhood, with a father who has a passion for “The Man in Black.”

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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:

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

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 July 17, 2013.

  • Today’s offering is the first seven paragraphs of the Prologue, for the month of July.

Throughout July, I offer my current NaNo effort, Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock), loosely based upon the 26 flash fiction pieces I wrote for the 2013 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

Today, meet T’Pol , the former Vulcan Science Officer of the Enterprise NX-01, who is grieving her recently deceased husband, and a treasured memory from three-quarters of a century ago, in Perchance to Dream, Book 1 in the Trueborn Warp series.

This piece is NaNo raw, so be warned!

T’Pol had come to the heat and isolation of Vulcan’s Forge to exorcise ghosts.

She knew, on an intellectual level, that the very concept was illogical. It was precisely the type of human impulse that still, after nearly two centuries of contact, made most Vulcans wary and untrusting of Earth and her inhabitants.

But then, there was a strong thread of humanity that resonated with T’Pol, and her life had been so interwoven with humans, over so many years, that she suspected that any effort to undo the twining might also undo her self…at the least, she would be far poorer of spirit without what she had experienced in her connections with the species.

And so, when Soval, her husband of 73 years, had died three months ago, after the requisite time spent with their children, and the tending to of their final joint affairs, she had declined all offers of companionship, employment, or travel, and taken herself instead to the Forge, to the one place where she felt there was space and solitude enough to explore all the thought and emotion that were within her, convoluted as one of the shells Trip had given her, so long ago, from the oceans that had been a part of his growing, and which he had fiercely loved.

Now, she walked, heedless of the power of the midday sun -as she had told Captain Archer upon these very sands, she had evolved on this world, suited to this place and this climate – and she caressed the nautilus shell. It was a thing, too, of sandy places, but also of saltwater and sea, an Earth thing transported through time and chance to Vulcan.

She’d lived decades on Earth, and longer amongst humans. It made her seem – different – to Vulcans, as did the effects of her long-ago experimentation with trellium. Her emotions had always been “close to the surface”, as her mother T’Les had diplomatically expressed it. Exposure to trellium had brought all that emotion pouring forth, uncontrolled and uncontrollable. She’d come to terms with it, somehow, over many years, and perhaps largely because she HAD lived with humans, who tended to accept her occasional emotional lapses with a matter-of-factness that helped her to learn to accept them, as well.

Soval had found them – “unsettling” had been his word – at times, but she had told him the reason behind them, and they had known one another during those years – and for a year prior, when she had served on his staff. He held the pain of her addiction and the consequences gently, and never expected her to be responsible for his discomfort. And their children, Janik and Sirla, had never known her else, so that their acceptance was total.

Come join in!

 

There we have it – the very first seven paragraphs of Perchance to Dream, only a day old, and already right here on your screen! Now, that’s fresh!

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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 10, 2013.

  • Today’s offering is from Scene 7, for the month of July. Today’s date is the 10th, which gives us ten paragraphs.

Throughout July, I offer my current NaNo effort, Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock), loosely based upon the 26 flash fiction piecesI wrote for the 2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

Today, meet Vaara, the mute and mysterious child, who has committed a protective act that has had unintended and troubling consequences in The Stars are Fire, Book 1 in theTrueborn Weft fantasy series.

Next 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

Vaara scratched at the low door that led outside, but the tender did not come to open it, as she had not for a threeday now. She seemed not to notice Vaara, or her yearnings for the world beyond this chamber

This was a new variable, and one she didn’t understand. They had been meant to leave, a twoday since, and always, they had gone when the time to go had come. Vaara didn’t know how she knew when they were to go; she simply did, and had since she was first able to walk. She had never been wrong, before this.

But now the tender simply continued on with what she was doing – this breath, she was writing in the leather book she kept near to her sleeping nest, or the chairs that Vaara had no use for, when she sat there, which she did now. There was a cup of tea at her elbow.

She sipped, and wrote, sometimes staring off as though scenting, before the pen went back to scratching at the page in a way that pierced Vaara’s ears, and set up an ache between her eyes. Finally, it was enough so that she had to leave off the wolfshape and her scratchings – which, at any rate, seemed to be returning a null sum.

She went to her own place, then – she had moved, lately, from the far secluded corner, to the place where she could most easily scent the air than beat in hotly through the three narrow slat windows high up on either side wall of the chamber.

It helped with the sound to be in her natural form, as she could hear thrice as well in wolfshape, but not enough, and the headache had settled already, so that even the smells of the woman’s inks were beginning to make her guts twist in protest.

To shift her focus, she sampled the scents at the window – not as potent, by far, as they would be with her wolf’s nose, to be sure, but it helped her to soothe the stink of the inks, and gave her something to do that took her mind from the incessant scratching of quill tip on roughened paper.

But there was, again, nothing new in the scents, and no sign either of the huntbreaker. Eventually, Vaara settled to sleep, curled around the nagging ache of a belly emptier than she was used to – the tender had been counting the food carefully, she noticed -they were meant to have hunted, a twoday since, and to have fresh roasted meats and the roots, nuts, and berries to be found by foraging along the way, but, as they had not been outside, there was no fresh meat, and the supply of other things was dwindling – and the other woman, who brought other foods, strange breads, cheeses, and sweetings with her when she came – had not come since the day that she had lashed the tender,and Vaara had leapt for her, to stop her, and instead been pinned herself.

There had been something in that act, in her instinct to try to protect the woman from harm, that had altered nearly all of the equations that Vaara lived by, in ways large and small. She did not understand this; it seemed like such a small and natural act – she had seen, within the pack, many times, a similar leaping in to protect one who was in some danger. In those cases, all had, fairly soon, returned to the typical stream of variables and constants.

But, for them, here, in this chamber, it had changed much, and this was a thing that Vaara could not understand. Why had it been different, here? Was it that they were not in the huntlands, but in this chamber? Did it have to do with the other woman, the one with the lash, who had no smell of wildness whatever about her? Was it something in what Vaara herself had done, in her instinctive leap to protect the woman who had tended her as far back as her memory reached?

Walk right in!

 

There we have it – another ten paragraphs of The Stars are Fire, barely two days old, and already right here on your screen! Now, that’s service!

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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 June 26,2013.

  • Adding the digits of the date (2+6=8) takes us to Chapter 8.
  • Adding the month and the last two digits of the year (6+1+3=10), means that you get ten paragraphs.

Today, we have our last bitof Chameleon’s Dish for a few weeks- it and Bounded by a Nutshell are taking a July hiatus, so that I can be bringing you, instead, my July CampNaNo projects (two more intertwined novels), as they are being created.

Beginning next week, we will explore 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).

They will be based upon the 26 flash fiction pieces I wrote for the 2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

But, for now, we return to our little girl lost in the woods, unsure of where and when she is…

This scene takes place before the injuries I referenced in After the Fall and Upon Waking. Tisira knows who she is, and her memory is intact, other than during times when she seems to be gripped by a fever she calls soulfire, and which she knows comes to her through Father, who is desperate to have her back with him.

As we join her, she is just awakening from one of these spells…

Tisira came back to herself in a rush that drove her to her knees. She was huddled, naked and trembling, in the snow, in the midst of a small clearing …nowhere she knew she had been.

There was a pit a tenpace before her, and it was rank with the scent of bear…she scented, very carefully, keeping completely still lest the animal was still there…but the scent was not fresh and vital. The faint decay of early death was upon it – it was below freezing now, but had not been, in the day.

It was a day she could not remember.

All her memory held was the endless round of feeling Father, feeling them all, through Father – and having them ripped away again, and again, until her soul could hold no more joy and sorrow.

And through it all had been the flames, always the flames, singing, burning, consuming, and leaving nothing of her own free will….

She came aware enough to Change, and the solace of fur was delightful. She was tempted to dig a nest into the snow and curl within it, nose tucked under a paw.

But there was the pit, and the smell of bear, and death, even stronger with her Change- sharpened senses.

There was a boulder at the edge of the pit, and it bore her footprints, half filled in with snow. She had waited here – but for what?

She returned cautiously to the boulder, crept up, and peered down, ready to leap up again at the slightest sound or movement from the animal.

But the bear was dead, along with the half-eaten sheep it shared the pit with…

Ahh, a mystery. Maybe even a cliff (or boulder, anyway) hanger!

How did the bear die? Why is Tisira there? What’s up with this memory loss and the flames…?

Tune in during August and September, when this WIP goes into edits, to learn more!

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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 to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

Until July, I will be posting excerpts from two of my Trueborn WIPs (works-in-progress);

  • Chameleon’s Dish, Trueborn Weft Series fantasy novel.

  • Bounded by a Nutshell, a Trueborn Warp Series Star Trek fan fiction novel.

These two series are interwoven. The plan is to offer the Warp Series fan fiction freely, and eventually publish the original fantasy Weft Series for sale.

About This WIPpet:

This passage comes from Bounded by a Nutshell.

Spock and his wife, Niaan, are aboard the Enterprise, en route to Gateway,  the planet that houses the Guardian of Forever, a time-travel entity, to seek help from Spock’s son Zar, in the past of the planet Sarpeidon. (If that’s confusing, and you are interested, you might watch the Star Trek Original Series episode All Our Yesterdays” and the A.C. Crispin books Yesterday’s Son and Time for Yesterday, which influenced this scene.

It’s a bit of an interlude, with foreshadowings of the chaos to come…and, like all of these pieces, it is rough. It will change, maybe a lot.

It’s an open invitation to WIPpet…WIPpet good!

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 19,2013

  • Adding the digits of the date (1+9=10) takes me to Chapter 10.
  • Adding the month and the last two digits of the year (6+1+3=10), means that you get ten shortish paragraphs, with dialogue.

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But I will be mad, then…..soon. If I am not indeed mad now….

“Am I, Kiral?”

Awareness of where he was, and with whom, rushed in, and he sagged for a moment against Niaan, who supported him with her strength and certainty.

“Are you what, Spock? Checking up on your sanity level again, or something else?”

“Am I mad?”

“Yes. Not raving or dangerous, but you won’t operate within your normal parameters with any regularity until – well, I’m guessing no matter what your exact level of functioning is right now, you know when you’ll be back to life as you knew it.”

“When the Burning has passed, and the embers have died….only then will I begin to return to myself.”

“You are yourself, now, husband. And you will remain so.” Sensing his uncertainty, his apprehension and anticipation at Zar’s nearness, she slipped languourously into his mind. She rubbed herself against him, and her latent, everpresent sensuality sent runners of heat through his veins, into the pleasure centers of his brain, and his nerves sprang to life, singing in tune….

“Will you dance, my wife?” He spoke aloud, bowing over their paired fingers. He felt a need, in this moment when it was  possible, to court her, to offer her the small graces he was capable of. “Will you honor me with Matehunt?”

“I will, husband. I will dance, and I will Hunt with you -“

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So, there you have it… a moment, poised at the edge of madness and desire, without toppling over.

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