Daily Archives: March 19, 2014

No Ideas


I really have no idea of what to write for today’s WIPpet. Extra distractions… I really want to write something about birthdays today instead of story excerpts.

Happy Birthday, Punkin!

Happy Birthday, Punkin!

Today’s the Leader of the Opposition Party (aka my husband Dan)’ s birthday.  (The title is a joke his father made once that I just get a giggle out of using… every time.)  I’d really like to post something for him (though I know he’d be thrilled if I something I’ve written and posted became published as a result).  So, despite wishing to post the poem I wrote for him a few months ago, I’ll stick with Courting the Swan Song and give you three paragraphs (for the month) from the 19th Scrivener scene I’ve written out:

Brooklyn Museum - Courtesan and Maiko - Torii ...

Brooklyn Museum – Courtesan and Maiko – Torii Kiyonaga (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Lady Gizsel chuckled. “Ah, yes, later. I’m sure it can wait that long. After all, it seems he has nearly more at stake in this than you.” She picked up her wine and took another sip. “Still, it’s a big choice you make. I know I was requested for you because I have a small enough talent to hold my mind still.” A small cough of disgust escaped her. “The very thing that kept me from being worth marrying now is the skill that made me too useful to send off when I got pregnant and is now the very skill I was given to you for.”

Alanii tipped his head thoughtfully. “I had always heard that mageborn women were too valuable to sell off.”

She shrugged. “Depends on the skill, I would imagine. My mother was kept in an iron collar, but she was a strong witch. It was her fault that Gisza was harmed by her birth and left deformed. My oldest sister was also strong enough to earn her collar. I escaped because I could hide. At my testing they told my father I had no talent of value. It wasn’t true. Mother had taught me how to trick the testers. I could close my thoughts away from the priests, sit and play with my dolls and they would think I was nothing more than a simple child. Even when pressed, I could usually hide things. Mother taught me a small song to think to myself that kept me focused and allowed me to keep the walls up. If she’d lived to see what Father eventually had to do to me, maybe she would have chosen differently, but then maybe she wouldn’t have. At least here I’m somewhat free to be who I am.”

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Rollercoaster Jumble

Rollercoaster Jumble (Photo credit: Thomas Euler)

Some progress yet again…  I feel like I’m riding a rollercoaster.  Where’s my seat belt?

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences  progress…  short one fiction sentence yesterday, but progress
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song   hmmm, well, most of the new fiction is on third book
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) check
  • maintain active sponsor participation all good here
  • energize myself with more physical activity mostly home stuff
  • reclaim my writing space still seeing that solitary clear spot
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) not nearly enough time spent here
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more… a very social week so far; I could use some downtime
  • attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) one so far this week
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