Rainy, dreary days, like today, sap the mental circuits. I’ve stared at this monitor for almost two hours already, and I still don’t know what direction to take this post in. I mean, it’s not a lack of writing (or ideas). Creatively, life has been good, and the muses have been generous with their gifts.
What do I see? Sunshine reflecting off a car window outside… Ooh, sparks! Will it be enough to kickstart the old gray matter?
Oh, it’s gone now.
But it was here long enough for me to read over the last few scenes I was writing in The Was Variation (hmm, I’ve got to stop calling it my Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors fanfiction; the story left that world nearly a novella’s worth ago and has dwelt solely with my storyworld since). Looks like you’re going to get five small paragraphs from the fourth Variation “book” today:
In this excerpt, ‘Listii and Alanii have been dragged into the medical office of their military base for a not-routine check-up. This is from ‘Listii’s POV; just for you, Shan.
“Glad to hear that,” he muttered. He gave Alanii a wry grin as the man looked on with an odd expression. He wondered if the man still envied him this. It wasn’t as if the device had done all they’d hoped. Except that he didn’t need to be conscious to take an arringtine pill, he still wasn’t going to make it too long without his ‘tianiel.
He knew he was wincing, nervous twitches running along his body as Koru took his readings, stimulating his system in various ways. When he’d first received the implant, he’d tried holding back his reactions. Now he just let them flow through and past him. It was another annoyance like any other in life. He’d volunteered to be the program guinea pig anyway. What right did he have to complain?
“What you smiling at, blue-eyes?” he grumbled. He hated being hooked in this way, hated it even more when others were around to watch it. Why in Her Name hadn’t Valary hadn’t taken ‘Myyu to another room yet? At least she was able to get up and leave when he caught her gaze and mouthed, ‘take him out’. Alanii was as stuck as he was at the moment.
Alanii was gnawing at his lip the way he did when he was wishing he had his pipe. But the man did stop long enough to give him a real smile. “Nothing serious. I just was wondering what we might see if we plugged you into one of the master viewers in the Council Hall. Do you get good reception?” The man’s mouth twitched as the tech next to him undid the tourniquet. He rolled down his sleeve before waiting for a bandage.
“A hell of a lot better than you’re going to when they let me up.” He glared at Alanii. Bad enough he had to deal with this. Did the man have to add bad jokes on top of it all? “You’re taking longer than normal, Senior,” he said after a bit. “What’s that damned screen telling you?”
It’s WIPpet Wednesday where we post a piece of our Work In Progress at this linky and offer support and constructive observations to our fellow WIPpeteers. Jump on in and join us. We’re a friendly group. Thanks to Kathi at My Random Muse for hosting.
- write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences new story, most of the first draft of my sponsor post, plus
- finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song more backstory on Andre; she’s becoming such a fun character to explore
- make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) not only the basics, but an extra post this week!
- maintain active sponsor participation check
- energize myself with more physical activity Easter Egg hunts, volunteer time, playgrounds…. I kept busy
- reclaim my writing space no progress here
- go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) nice shiny clean Inboxes
- laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more… I could use some more of this today; it’s been a hard day, even if yesterday was full of cuddles….
- attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) two
Time to go now. Tonight is the Boodle’s promotion to a Blue Belt in karate. Need to get the boy soon and get him to the dojo for warm up.