Monthly Archives: January 2014

Proud Host — a WIPpet/ROW80

WIPpet

Fifteen words for the day plus one for the month…  sort and sweet:

Hirisii was too cock-sure and proud to be seen as anything less than the ideal host.

He couldn’t be drinking those lattes, could he? I mean, look at that smile…

Hugs and lattes to K.L.Schwengel the WIPpet goddess.  If you want to read other ‘pets, head over to our linky to visit the whole crew.  (Truth be told, I’m not sure the WIPpet mistress likes lattes…  either that or the monkeys keep drinking them on her when I send them over.)

ROW80 check-in

Some progress this week.  Here’s my goals with notes:

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences not yet today but everyday so far; now I just need to concentrate more on story writing
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song I’ve reread pieces I’ve written but I’m not getting far in this
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) on a consistent schedule not as consistent as I would like; the posts are there, but they could be on schedule
  • maintain active sponsor participation some…  I still need to get that sponsor post written.  I’ve made notes and a few first drafts, but…
  • energize myself with more physical activity some daily walks and work with weights added each day
  • reclaim my writing space some progress, most of it involved in not letting more thing pile on my desk
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) weekly no progress here, sadly
  • Hi!

    Hi! (photo cred: Dan Mabee)

    laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more…  a world of more, because I’m tired of Living in the Depression* lot and LOTS of progress on this front (actually, my husband has been making a point of taking pictures of me smiling and laughing…  for someone who has always been embarrassed by her laughter and appearance, it’s been a renewing experience, one I think everyone should try)

And that’s it for today.  See you Sunday!

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Mini Monday

Grandma's House

The stories this door can tell…

Yet again, I missed my post for Sunday.  I had one half-written in my drafts queue waiting for the ROW80 update part, but…

Well, I spent yesterday pretty much in the car… over the Mohawk River and through many, many woods   After some pleasantly busy holidays, we went out to Syracuse for a day trip to visit family: my grandfather in the nursing home (my! can that man scarf down Lindor Truffles), my grandmother at her house, and my uncle and his wife at their home.  Oh, yeah, and a Wegman’s stop on the way home for the Boodle because…  well, if you’ve ever shopped at the Wegman’s in Dewitt, you’ll understand.

If only it weren’t on a main road….

It was a busy, but fun day.  Dan even indulged my obsession with driving along rt 5 for a time instead of the Thruway so I could see some of the cool old farm houses and my latest “dream home”.  (I can’t help but wish I could open this place as a writer’s retreat/B&B.)

I got some writing done in the car…  most of it on my (now late) sponsor post.  I didn’t get much writing done on Saturday because I was trying to catch up on my forensics class (I’m behind again!).  *sighs*

As far as my goals are going…  I count more successes than failures, but I wish I could find a bit of clear headspace to shift modes for my writing.  Courting is suffering from a lack of attention.  I’m not feeling a connection with any of characters, with my office space, with…  well most of the things that give me mental peace at the moment.  Yesterday, for all of its busy-ness actually helped a lot.

Here’s to a more peaceful Wednesday.

For anyone interested in astory that door can tell…  please read this post:  Family Stories

City Square — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

ROW80 Check-in

Since it’s the only the beginning of this ROW80 round, there isn’t much to update.  I posted my goals in (what should have been) this Sunday’s post Missing Monday.  How did I do?

  • Semi-check (fiction writing only yesterday),
  • plotted out list of missing scene… so Check
  • writing this now…so Check,
  • surpassed minimum by landslide
  • some activity but I sprained my ankle so less than I hoped
  • I didn’t add more stuff, but…
  • added more stuff to go through  😦
  • Made time for a LOT of this….  Double Check!

Nice momentum…  Now to maintain it.

WIPpet

One outdoor room

One outdoor room

I played with the WIPpet maths today and found many ways to achieve my choice of four paragraphs.  The one I like the best is 8 = 2*2*2 or 2 to the power of 3.  The three comes from 14 (1-4 though I’m ignoring the negative).  1 for the month over 2 makes ½, and ½ of 8 is 4.  Yeah, I was feeling twisty today…

Anywho, until further notice (i.e. I say I’m taking an emotional break), all WIPets will be coming from Courting the Swan Song.  These four paragraphs come early in the book, around the second chapter:

Alanii looked about the place, sheltered as it was by the tall stucco and timber buildings—at least two floors and a balcony to each that leaned out to further enclose the space. It felt warm and welcoming even in the dreary mist-filled air, sharing a touch of the main courtyard of Far-Ancaniia, though his homeland’s great city did not support such a place solely for the gathering of women, excepting those who came to gather water for their daily chores.

Several fosterling clutches sat in rooms about the great fountain, a magnificent work of both carving and pipes. Alanii could see the Great Star of his own famed ancestor Kieri Rayestra, being supported by the firelizard of House Harnii as it rode the waves of House Lanii. He pursed his lips and glanced over to his escort, wondering if they had gathered the symbolism as he had. And if so, what did they think of their oath to the House that needed raising up by the rest?

Their party paused on the main roadway just before they entered the square. It had been easy enough to see that Vissellii was nervous about approaching her class and needed a moment to gather herself. She didn’t say so, nor had she let much more than a brief show of uncertainty alter her calm mien, but Alanii had been watching for the break in her calm and he knew what the quick, flash of tension that ran through her body and made her almost, but not quite begin to clutch his hand meant.

So as they drew up to the gathering place, he began to look around the courtyard more carefully. Though well into the Nooning rest period several dainhouses remained open, he wasn’t sure he dared suggest one without some input from his men. This was their purview. The last time he’d been to any city, his mother and father could still carry him against the hip and have a hand free to point at the sights.

Hugs and lattes to K.L.Schwengel the WIPpet goddess.  If you want to read other ‘pets, head over to our linky to visit the whole crew.