Monthly Archives: August 2013

Carriage Ride – a WIPpet/ROW80 post

Yay!  Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.
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Today is the 28th of August, so here are 28 sentences from my Was Variation fanfic.  Please, enjoy and comment, if you choose.

As  I’ve said before, the Was Variation involves characters from Swan Song “all growed up” (so to speak).  All fanfics are ways to explore the fictional worlds of other writers we enjoy.  Some writers write stories based on their own inner desires, some write fanfiction to see if they can do as well as their heroes or to explore fully those characters that were only touched on in the original work.

I like to create back story and histories for secondary characters.

If you were to write a fanfiction, what reason would you be doing it for?

(No fancy WIPpet math today…  sorry.)

Atyriia drove the carriage to her home. She spent the ride in silence. The blue-green crystal ribbon of road offered an oceanic calm to her tired mind. Even the cacophony of wildflowers bordering their route came off as soothing, a distraction from the mental contact that hounded her. Desperate to feel alone within her mind, to know her thoughts once more belonged to her only, she avoided looking at the towering hedge of black roses that blocked further views of the world and the fields she knew lay beyond them.

Soon the castle appeared in their sights. Actually two buildings made one, a bridge connected the second story of each unit. To her mind, its crystalline transparency made plain her failure to confirm a bond between family and duty. The white walls and lofty gilt turrets of her family abode stood in naked contrast to the gray walls and silent stone faces of the statue-line balconies of her administrative halls.

She watched as Gillian raised an eyebrow at the architecture. She understood the feeling. She’d designed the place, yet it struck her as madness unrestrained as well.

As they entered the courtyard, the man’s curiosity turned. Were she still inclined to resume his long neglected lessons, she might have started with reminding the man to not shudder at another’s artistic fancy. But the truth was that she’d specifically requested it all, even the fountain as it was, to gain such a reaction. A pity it never worked on the ones she’d designed it for.

Español: Lobo en el zoo de Kolmården (Suecia).

Lies… All of it lies. She gazed at the water fixture taking in the soft-worn figures; lioness, she-wolf, and woman. Though she had intended the she-wolf as her essence made manifest in the way the lioness was AJenna’s, too often she saw herself as the woman who lay prone as fangs rent her flesh in the eternity that was stone.

“One of your folk legends?” the wizard asked as he motioned to the fountain.

“Somewhat. The power of the animus and the frailty of the flesh… To remember our place in the designs of Nature humbles us.” She twitched the reins of the team then pulled back lightly. The horses slowed to a stop, dancing lightly, the left one nipping at his teammate. “Ho, Gishan,” she chided the beast. “Save that for the fields.”

The young stallion turned his head and gave her a wide-toothed nicker. She imagined the creature’s reply: ‘I’ll be ready then too.

K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse hosts the WIPpet Wednesdays where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration.  Feel free to comment here, and visit other #WIPpeteers at our linky.  We love company.

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Wow…

Getting back on track after a conference where I had given myself permission to not write, to not blog,… to not worry amount anything online for the several days of the Northeast Unschooling Conference.  This year my husband came with my son and I to the conference–a situation that changes the mental dynamic of anything I do outside the house.  I’m not complaining; I am glad he came and glad we had more family time together…  It’s just that a convention interferes with my head.  A convention where my seven-year old son comes along adds its own level of stress and disruption….

A conference where I’d hoped my very introverted and skeptical husband might see why I feel attracted to the Unschooling philosophy I knew would be more than my little head needed to handle even without trying to think coherently about writing or editing or blogging or…

Instead of writing or anything else…  I read my book in stolen moments and retired to the desk in our hotel room with headphones in my laptop to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Ghost Hunt.  I watched about two hours of videos this weekend and read about twenty pages of my books.

However, over the four days of the convention and the picnic the day after, I got a lot of exercise scurrying down hallways between our room where my husband was hiding was all the other convention attendees and the rest of the hotel where our son was running around with other kids, playing in elevators (though he wasn’t, as far as I can discover, one of the ones who was playing with the emergency brakes on the elevators)…. and performing a dance routine for the talent show.

Yeah…  it was one of those weekends.  Lots of fun, lots of really awesome stuff and a lot of stress at the same time….  I love conventions.  Conventions are energizing, awakening experiences.  They’re also the most exhausting things I participate in on a semi-regular basis.

365: day 9

I’m rested up now.  I got three of my five sentences done.  Times to finish this post so I can get the other two done, and maybe more…..

And tomorrow, I’ll be doing my WIPpet visits, my sponsor visits, and… writing, editing and beta-reading a fellow writer’s book.   Progress, delays, progress again…

So how was your week?

Photo credits:

  • Español: Lobo en el zoo de Kolmården (Suecia). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
  • 365: day 9 (Photo credit: Nick in exsilio)
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Healing Magic – a WIPpet/ROW80 post

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Wednesday morning–fortunately not 3am though.  Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.

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Today is the 21th of August, so here are 22 sentences, plus one bonus sentence to finish the paragraph, from my Was Variation fanfic.  It’s where the passion lies at the moment.  I do hope you have fun with it.

As  I noted before, the Was Variation involves characters from Swan Song “all growed up” (so to speak).  I love playing with character change and evolution.  In this scene let’s reacquaint  ourselves with Atyr.  She’s a lot more relaxed around people these days, but she still has problems with her religious order and the mistake she made back in Wrong.

(To explain the WIPpet math, I took all the numbers by sets of two as it would be used in data entry: 08 for August, 21 for the day, the year separated into 20 and 13.  Then I added, subtracted, and added 08+21-20+13=22)

Her gaze fell on the bed. She took in the fading purple light of the stasis field first, then the man’s appearance. She clicked her tongue, suddenly understanding and wishing she did not. “Interesting….”

Gillian agreed. “Definitely. I recognize the spell she used. It shouldn’t be dissipating, not at that strength.”

That man…. Atyr nearly spat. No wonder he’d been willing to bargain for Sven and Lyarr. “One of your pupils, I see.”

“Not at all. He’s like this will most healing magic. He’s fortunate he watches out for his neck.”

Without touching the man, she walked around the bed, studying him. The square jaw, the raven hair, the build…. Maybe she was wrong. But the blood was old and strong. Atyr  shook her head. “He’s not like this with all magic. You’ve cured him before.”

Gillian didn’t debate that. “I can’t fix this.”

Maintained and promoted by K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse, #WIPpet writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration.  Feel free to comment here, and visit other #WIPpeteers.  We love company.

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Not exactly a Harvest MoonI’ve been writing and reading, and icky sick…  Today I’m trying to catch up on all of my sponsor duties that I missed Monday and yesterday.  My apologies for falling behind.   I hope to see everyone on my list before I go to bed tonight.

I also hope to get down to the Basic Reservoir and try to get a shot of the full moon rising over the water this evening too.  Last night the moon was so lovely and full…  and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep.

There will be other moons.  But since I woke up at about 2:30am and stood staring out the window at it for a time, I thought I would try tonight.  Something is drawing it to me….

Maybe it’s the song, as it ran through my head, driving by discussions with Shan Jeniah about singing Simon and Garfunkel’s “Old Friends” at the Northeast Unschooling Conference this weekend.  But last night, Wednesday Morning 3AM, I was up and pensive and … aware that “the morning was just a few hours away”.

What about you?  Do you find yourself waking up at odd hours during the full moon?  What state of mind are you in when (if) you do?

Passwords — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

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Wednesday evening here we are… Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.

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Today is the 14th of August, so here are fourteen sentences not from any bit of Swan Song, but from my Was Variation fanfic (I explain why in my ROW80 check-in).

I’ve posted pieces of the Was Variation before on this blog if anyone feels they want more (including this small snippet of erotica here).  In fact, my first WIPpet was from this fanfic (which is based on the 80’s cartoon Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors and the original Star Trek series).  It involves many of the characters from Swan Song after they’ve grown up, apart and discovered lives of their own.

This WIPpet comes toward the beginning of the fanfic, where Jayce is leading a young woman, Andreya, down to the ship captain’s quarters.   The captain was seriously injured in an attack, and the pair are checking on his well-being.

“We’re here.” He stopped in front on another unlabeled steel door, remarkable only for the large electronic pad near shoulder-height at one side. He pressed his hand on the sensor. “Voice override,” he said crisply. Yet when the touchscreen turned yellow, he mumbled, “I hate wearing charmeuse.”

A bland masculine electronic voice replied.|Override not initiated. Password not recognized. Re-try?|

Glancing over to his guest, he frowned. “Yes.” He waited for the screen to change color again. “I hate wearing charmeuse.”

This time the screen flashed green and the door slid open. Andreya entered the room without a word, cautiously, then with increased haste.

He saw why immediately. Herc had tried to move again—how he had the strength, Jayce could only imagine—and was once more laying prone on the floor.

“Damn.” Unwilling to leave the girl to the labor alone, he hurried over. “You can see he’s not a very good patient.”

Maintained and promoted by K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse, #WIPpet writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration.  Feel free to comment here, and visit other #WIPpeteers.  We love company.

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ROW80LogocopyNot much to report this week for the ROW80.  I’ve taken some time off of writing this past week.  Well, not exactly off writing in general…  just writing the Swan Song series.

What made me drop Swan Song?  After three months of doing WriMos on the Swan Song series without giving myself time to explore and play with the characters, I was feeling a bit burned out.   I thought reducing my writing load would help, but that actually seems to be harming me more than helping.  Emotionally I feel happier when I write stories.  I feel more curious and excited about things.  Not writing closes me off… even if it feels easier to do (and often is, because of ennui or distractions).

Still, I couldn’t get much written in Swan Song these past few weeks.  A lot of circular word-wrangling that dragged on in my character’s heads but didn’t seem to be propelling the story forward…  After a week of this, I gave up and decided my brain needed some playtime.  So I’m tossing some sand in the air, filling buckets to turn over…  having some fun.

Beyond that, progress on editing seems stalled for this week.  I’m still in a reading and watching mood at the moment.  The writing is coming back though.  And since I need to finish my piece for Collaborating Chaos by Sunday at the latest, that’s a good thing.

Exercise?  Yep!  Even went to the YMCA with Shan Jeniah for a swim yesterday.  Progress…  Slow, steady, progress.

How about you?  Did you make a discovery that has renewed your joy in something?  Did you try something new “just because”?