Rally the Troops

Though it is a day late, here I come,armed with my Powerful Platoons of Pidgeies, my Wary Weedle Warriors, and my Raging Ranks of Rattatas to… present you with another WIPpet and ROW80 check-in. It’s Wednes–Thursday after all.

First off, the WIPpet

Breaking from the tradition of recent posts, I’m taking something from my Swan Song Series today as opposed to the Unnamed Story.   Alanii has his very first command as a member of the Royal Guard, intended as a bit of a cake run to get him used to things…

We have thirteen sentences here today, close to NaNoWriMo raw (I corrected any obvious spelling errors, but not much else..  sorry).

Alanii shook his head. “I’m fine, Maurush. Simply thinking about what we’ll find when…” He stopped speaking when all around him the men flinched. At first he could think of nothing to say in place of his grim thoughts, then he sighed. “We’ll find what we find, I guess. W will greet them with appreciation and honor… and carry them home as best we can. And for those who cannot return, we will sing their names to the night skies until the stars ring with their praises.”

Those who marched around him seemed to brace themselves, standing a little taller in their saddles. Heads that had begun to hang low only moments ago were now erect and eager. Though Alanii had not realized or known what he’d done, he was glad he’d done it.

Next to him, Jkesri nodded, adding in an en soto voice, “Well done, sir. Thank you.”

Now with EXTRA sugar

Now with EXTRA sugar

If you enjoyed that, why not head  head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members for variety and fun.  An extra helping of sugar-coated Sugar Puffs (now with extra sugar) to Emily Witt for her willingness to keep this bloghop going week after week.

Next, we have a…

ROW80 Quickie

Except for sleep (and that sponsor post), I’m on track.  I even took the chance to indulge myself last night by getting to bed before midnight.  Of course, it was one of those hot sticky nights that made the sheets feel like I should wring them out before sleeping, so…  I might have been better off staying up and writing.  I might not have…

Slowly I am finding my way through all the chaos of my commitments.   Over-scheduling is…  I need to work on the fine art of knowing my limits.  I still don’t have a good eye for that yet.  I am working on it.

Change of Tempo

After an insanely busy week, this evening, instead of going to my weekly writer’s group for some wordsprints and socializing, the Hubby and the Boodle and I headed over to Scotia to see a concert.  One of the Hubby’s friends was performing.

The Hubby took this shot (i tried with my phone, but... no.)

The Hubby took this shot with his Note5 (I tried with my iPhone4, but… no.)

Toward the end of the show we had a lovely evening and a pretty sunset.  I wish the phone pictures did it justice:


People hard started leaving-we thought it was because the mosquitoes were fierce


Testing out the camera on my husband’s Note5… since he bought me one to replace my broken iPhone

Row80 Check-in & Assessment

This week could have gone better.  It could have gone worse as well.  Not really complaining, just tired.   And Thursday?  I could have done without the nine-hour wait for car repairs with a bored ten year-old.  We broke the time up some, walking (in the icky, nasty heat along Central Ave in Schenectady) to go to the nearest McDonald’s… also the nearest spot to eat, though just a bit further was a Panera, and had I known how long the wait would be better food would have been chosen.  And we did play some Pokémon Go, but really…  the day was a bit pile of stress, phone tag with a phone that had no volume controls anymore, and a huge repair bill for what should have been an oil change and a safety recall.

If anyone asks about my feelings on our car….

Other than that, no real complaints.  I need a bit more sleep, so… off to do that next.  Looking forward to another busy on next week as the Hubby finishes his transition to his new job.

    • Goal: spend ~three hours a week delving into writing craft related learning
    • Progress: HA! Ha!  *sad face*
    • Goal: Hand-write new words daily! (the Five Sentences thingie)
    • Progress: almost no; most of my handwriting has been taking notes lately
    • Goal: typing two pages a day of old notebooks into the computer
    • Progress: on track, barely
    • Goal: maintain local critique group submission of excerpts and critiques during non-NaNoWriMo months
    • Progress:  actually submitted two of the critiques I owe; now I only need one more
    • Goal: return to regular posting in the WIPpet and WeWriWa blog hops
    • Progress: WIPpet, yes; WeWriWa, no
    • Goal: sponsor duties for the ROW80 twice a week
    • Progress: on track
    • Goal: Explore my creative side daily
    • Progress: nada, nothing, zip *sad face*
    • Goal: Daily languages (except Sundays)
    • Progress:  Thursday became my Sunday this week because life got so crazy, but on tack otherwise
    • Goal: daily exercise amounting to a minimum of 30 minutes a day
    • Progress: with Pokémon Go and swimming in the pool (either one or the other sometimes both—I am exceeding this goal; it’s about the only “rest” time I’ve had lately
  • Temporary! Goal: write and submit my sponsor post
  • Progress:  ANOTHER rough draft…  not winning any awards

After the concert was over and we’d begun to head off in search of Pokémon, we saw  fireworks on the other side of the road near the Glen Sanders Mansion.  I only had my (overheating) iPhone 4 with me, so I didn’t get many great shots.  But this one came out wonderfully IMHO:

It almost looks like the streetlamp is exploding

It almost looks like the streetlamp is exploding

Of Course

Welcome again to another (late) Wednesday Check-in and excerpt of a Work In Progress.  Since I missed my fun today on Twitter with the #1lineWed hashtag crew (there are some great pieces there), this will have to do.  Hope you enjoy.

First: the WIPpet

Once again I direct you to the “Unnamed Story”. In last week’s episode, I mentioned that Atyr had gone off with her son Vant for a visit. Now we get to see where…

(note: Milsha is the term for mother here.)

No fancy maths today; it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I have another super-busy day tomorrow waiting for me. You get seven small paragraphs for the seventh month.

“Do you want any padding, Milsha?”

She looked from her son to his class, then over toward Vant’s own instructor, Lan Kailiis. She motioned the Dean of Students over before answering.

The burly red-haired man strode over with his usual silent grace. Unnerving, since next to her and Van, Lan Kailiis was a giant. Next to most people even.

Lan Kailiis was the closest thing she’d seen to the mythical mountainous ancestral fathers of the Antianii people, and if the tales were true this man that was half-again her height was but a poor shadow of their memory.

“Is he allowed to do this?” she asked, pointedly taking the chance to speak before her son did again.

Lan laughed. “Of course, Atyr. A Guard utilizes the tools at hand. Just because I didn’t anticipate you being one of those does nothing to invalidate his choices. Of course, if I had known….”

Vant flashed a seditious smile at his teacher. “Now you can wonder how long I’ve known, Lan. And while you’re at it, advise her to wear a jerkin. These lads are awful clumsy with those sticks they wave around.”

If this is your cup of tea, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members for more excerpts.  And while you’re there, stop in and thank our host, Emily Witt for enabling our silliness.😀

Second: a ROW80 Check-In

Status quo…

If only I could say that and mean it.  This has been an interesting couple of days.  I’m behind on a few goals (new fiction and reading up on craft related things, specifically).  And my 750words?  I’ve missed several days this month, and tonight is going to be another.  As soon as I post this?  Bed.

ROW80LogocopyWhy am I so tired?  I don’t even know.  At least I’ve managed to get some physical activity in these past few days so that I’m not twired, where all I want to do is flop, but I can’t because my brain is too drained…

Every been in that state?  How are you affected by news and events?  Do they bring on this state faster or do you slowly slide into it from constantly trying to do more and more?