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Hi there! Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

 I’ve taken a bit of a breather from the revision process, the last couple of days – because I’m learning how to use my brand-new computer! I haven’t added Scrivener yet – Eden Mabee bought me the program as a gift a few years back, and there was a bit of a licensing tangle-up. I hope to get it set up later tonight or tomorrow; I’m eager to get back to it, and finish up on my fancy new machine…I’m thinking that the tablet and touchscreen features may really help in the process…I’ll let you know, after I play a little…

For now, let’s get back to Chameleon’s Dish, (Trueborn Weft Series), 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.

I’m moving through the novel in a non-linear fashion, for this pass, so my WIPpets are bouncing around. This week, I’m offering a snippet from Tisira’s point-of-view. This is a new scene, and takes place just before the accident that causes her amnesia, which I’ve shared in these previous posts:

A note:

As the revision progresses, Tisira and Henry seem to be telling me they’re older than they were in the rough draft. I’ll be paying attention as I move through this first revision pass –

 And you can help!

Do you have a sense of these two characters’ ages? How old do they seem?

There will be some variance – for different cultural norms, and taking into account that Tisira isn’t human; but it will be very helpful to know what age impressions others are getting from the story…any and all input, so long as it’s considerate, is valued!

And now, on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is March 19, 2014.

  • Today’s math is a bit tricky…
  • 19 (for the date) -3 (for the month)=16; 2+0+1 (the first three digits of the year) = 3; 4(the last digit of the year)-3 (the previous total)=1; (16 (first total)+1 (the third total)=17
  • Voila! 17 sentences!

I reached up on my toes, pressing into him, ever more tightly. He tensed, as if to pull back, as if to hide his body from me, in shame –

Don’t,” I whispered. “Let me feel you.”

We are too young- it be a sin – ”

For bodies to do what they will, Henry? How can that be wrong, or we too young, if we feel it?”

He seemed to have no answer, and our wanting was a live thing, between us, binding us. I wanted all – he wanted to resist, but could not. His lips pressed into mine, and my mouth opened for him, sharing breath, sharing life…

It felt as nothing we had known, as though we could drown in one another – and, within me, there was another awakening – one of heat and minerals, reminding me of the desert, and of Father…

But I wanted Father not, now.

All was Henry, his eyes wide and surprised, but also bright with wanting and dawning joy.

Our hands were like wild birds, now, upon one another, greedy to taste the first shoots of spring. Every touch awoke new flamelets, and sharpened breath, until we moved to a single rhythm, breathed as one, and the dancing held us in thrall –

“What be you about?!”

A woman’s shrieking voice, piercing the weaving of our dancing, shearing through our sharing –

 

What led up to this moment? Who is the shrieking woman? What will happen next?

Stop by next week…I can’t promise answers, but I can promise more questions! =)

For this week, I offer a sweetly evocative song that may well have inspired this scene…I had never seen this video before, but it feels perfect!

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Hi there! Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

Winter Storm Vulcan is blowing outside, and, perhaps illogically, making me smile. Yes, I love the name.

Well, here we are – in the midst of my own personal March (Editing) Madness! It’s a whole new adventure – revising a completely pantsed WIP – with a plan!

I’m getting a better idea of how long this first revision pass will take. I think I’ll need about 3 months, in total, to complete the sixty scenes. Thus far, new scenes are taking about 5-6 days, and existing scenes 2-3 days.

So, it’ll be a while, as I chisel and carve and excavate and reconstruct – and I’m very excited to see how it all turns out!

Here’s the cool part:

You can help!

Every comment and insight has the potential to allow me to see this story as a reader, and not a writer. So, when you’re done reading, please take a minute to let me know what worked or didn’t, for you. I’ll be doing at least three revision passes, and possibly more, so your opinions could lead to something wonderful…but only if you share them!

I won’t be moving through the novel in a linear fashion, for this pass, so the WIPpets will be bouncing around.

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.

And now, on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is March 12, 2014.

  • Today’s math is simple: There isn’t any! Why, you ask? Well, as my kids are fond of saying lately, “Because reasons.” Maybe I’m a little loopy from this Vulcan storm! =)
  • Today’s WIPpet is 24 sentences. I
  • I won’t be offended if you want to say I took the date and multiplied by 2; or some other reason. Could be I just wanted to share these!

Today’s WIPpet is told from Nockatee’s POV – just after she is “born” as a result of Tisira’s fall and resulting amnesia. She’s just awoken, naked beneath a tree, seriously wounded and helpless – and then someone finds her.

But even that thought brought the fangs of pain, and I cried out, again, the one word I had as mine. “Father!”

“I am not thy father; but I will help thee, if I may.”

I tried to follow the voice, untangle the words. At the same time, I scrabbled away; an agonized rolling more than a flight, but I could manage no more; all I could do was to whimper, “Father?”

“I know not who thy father is, nor where to find him. But I will take thee to my cottage, where thee may heal, and, mayhap, we can find him together.”

Words that meant nothing. A voice that drew me, even while instinct said I must escape. I could not trust. I must have help. I burned, and froze, in the same instant.

My eyes jumped where they willed, and I could stop them not. My mind, too, leapt, as though at some prey I could not know. The boy came closer, and I scrabbled off a little more, the pain bringing a cry – “These are the wrong stars!”

The boy was reaching to me. A snarl came to my lips, broke loose. I couldn’t see clearly, but I could feel him. Was he danger, or safety?

Be at ease. I will not harm thee.”

But could I believe, or trust? Ought I?

A wave of feverheat seared me; the fangs crushed and tore, and I was helpless to do anything but shake and snarl as the boy knelt and touched my face…

Will the girl remember who and what she is? Is this boy to be trusted? Can she recover?

If you’ve been with us a while, you know some of these answers – but do any of us know them all?

Stop by next week…I can’t promise answers, but I can promise more questions! =)

For this week, I’ll leave you with an oldie that reminds me of Nockatee. And this totally random tibit: my older brother bears a truly eerie resemblance to Mick Jagger!

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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.

Well, here we are – welcome to my own personal March (Editing) Madness! This month, I began a whole new adventure – revising a completely pantsed WIP – with a plan!

So far, I am relishing this new challenge. It’s taking longer than I thought it might, especially when I need to create a new scene – and there will be plenty of those, as I weave in new characters and subplots. Of course, even the existing scenes are getting a deep-tissue massage. I wrote the first draft of this story in 2009; let’s just say I have learned a great deal along the way, and that this story will benefit from all that learning.

I have no idea how long it will take to finish this first revision pass. But I know I am going to have a far better novel at the end of it! =)

And here’s the cool part:

You can help!

Every comment and insight has the potential to allow me to see this story as a reader, and not a writer. So, when you’re done reading, please consider letting me know what worked or didn’t, for you. I’ll be doing at least three revision passes, and possibly more, so your opinions could lead to something wonderful…but only if you share them!

As I write this, I am in the final stages of drafting Henry’s first plot point. I won’t be moving through the novel in a linear fashion, for this pass, so the WIPpets will be bouncing around.

Today’s WIPpet is a new one, told from Nockatee’s POV. It happens a few days after Henry has rescued her and brought her to his cottage. She’s injured and has lost her sense of who and what she is, but she has some fragmented memories…

And now, on to the WIPpeting!

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.

WIPpet Math:

Today is March 5, 2014.

  • Today’s math is simple: I added the month and the date (3+5 =8.)
  • Today’s WIPpet is 8 sentences.

Henry took my hands, and I opened my eyes, to see him watching me, worry scrambling through his scent.

“I prithee, leave off, Nockatee. It would be a simple matter to suffer some deeper hurt. Why take a chance of it, when remembering causes thee such pain, and thee only finds more sorrow in it?”

“Thee has the sound of my father on thy tongue.” I still could not fix my eyes upon what I chose, but I could bring his hand to my cheek, and rub against it; a way to share my pleasure with him.

Henry drew a quick, sharp breath, and his scent was of someone with a hidden bone that wanted gnawing. “Hast thee remembered, then, Nockatee?”

Has Nockatee remembered? If so, what? Will she take an injury, with her efforts to remember her life, before Henry found her? And is she right in thinking that Henry has some secret knowing he isn’t sharing? If so, will it come between them, or draw them closer together?

Stop by next week…I can’t promise answers, but I can promise more questions! =)

For this week, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite songs from 1988 – and one that seems to resonate with Nockatee’s current circumstances…

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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.

Welcome to the final snippet before March, when I will be revising CD, and offering you even better passages! Yes, 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.

For now, though, it’s getting late, and I still have things to do before midnight….so on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is February 26, 2014.

  • Today’s math is 26-14 =12. 26, for the date, 14, for the year, to make 12.
  • Today’s WIPpet is 12 words, from just after the previous scene, in last week’s WIPpet, Burning Desperation. In actual timelines, this snippet is set on 29 June 1613 – the day of the Globe Theatre fire.

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.

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

 Perhaps, she was already too late to reach him, to save him.

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

I know, I know -those are the same questions I asked last week. And the answer’s just about the same – 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…recorded live exactly 400 years after the Globe fire!

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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 –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.

I’m still not quite sure what to offer in March. I will be writing many new scenes and tweaking and rewriting much of what’s here – there are serious issues to deal with, subplots and characters and conflict and disasters to add…it will still have the charm of Henry and Tisira, with a much more cohesive, rich storyline. Right now, I’m inclined to share edited bits, perhaps of newly-written scenes, even though they’ll be out of sequence.

That’s because 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 12, 2014

  • Today’s math: 2. That’s right. I’m being a date rebel, today, and sharing two apropos sentences in honor of Valentine’s Day, which is, as I write this, two days hence.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the#WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay with Trueborn 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, The Stars are Fire.

They awoke together, their minds joined in dancing play,and their smiles were radiant as they began to tickle each other in delight…..tickles that turned into hugs, and kisses that held a strange new intensity that flushed them with odd sensations, making skin sing with life and bodies press together with some unspoken yearning…

They broke free, and laughed, a stange new shyness between them. “Not yet”, they said, together, although they weren’t certain sure what it was that they were setting aside.

What’s next for Tisira and Henry ? More canoodling? Answers to the many questions that might tear them away from one another, in many ways?

Come back next week to find out…!

Here’s a song for the young newlyweds, as they ponder new explorations, and grow closer in delightful new ways … and for all lovers, everywhere!

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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.

WIPpet Math:

Today is January 29, 2014.

  • Today’s math: (9-2=7). I took the date, the 29th, and subtracted the 2 from the 9.
  • Today’s WIPpet is 7 sentences.

Henry 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.

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.

We rejoin Tisira in the heavens – yes, literally!

This snippet occurs two months after my last WIPpet,Upon Awakening Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).

Nockatee leapt and caught at the riggings, delighted that Henry had found them these jobs as errand-boys at the Globe – Shakespeare’s own theatre. She had become a part of the heavens, and now hung upside down, in Lynxform. No one below would see more than a shadow up under the thatched roofing,and talons and tail provided better purchase on the hemp ropes.

Henry peered up past the three tiers of seating, frowning at her being so far up, although he’d seen her do it every day for the last two months.In his mind, each time he knew she was in the heavens,was the memory of having found her crumpled and broken on the forest floor,terrified that the fall had killed her.

His face was worry-pinched as he squinted against the light, and his mind was full of all the things that might happen, the terror that she would fall again, and what the hard-packed earth of the floor would do to her body.

Sighing, she Changed, then slipped and dropped until she landed lightly beside him, her heart giving a little thrilled hop as his hand darted out to catch at hers.

Nockatee is finding her place in this new life – but will Henry be able to accept it? Will she be able to balance her nature and her young husband’s fears for her? And are those fears justified?

Come back next week to find out…!

Here’s a song (hopefully not prophetic) for the girl who loves the heavens, and the boy who loves her.

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