Daily Archives: May 7, 2014

Going Back

…to an older story, an older format.

ROW80 Check-In

ROW80LogocopyNo big checklist this week.  Before Sunday, I should have the pages off my banner updated so that my goals will be posted there instead.  They take up a lot of eyespace on the page.

I didn’t do a check-in this past Sunday.  Migraines…  It would have been a generally upbeat post had I felt good enough to make it with news of walks in the woods and lots of pictures taken before Saturday hit.  Monday was something of a “recover myself day”, and Tuesday was visits and house cleaning.  And somewhere in there, I got writing done and video games played and TV watched as well as savoring  family time.

It’s progress.  I’m happy with it.  I just need to write my sponsor post, just not now.

For now, 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.


Since I’ve had so much trouble trying to get my head into Swan Song lately, it seemed time to surrender to the inevitable and just do something, anything, that got me back into writing regularly.  That something has ended up being a story that I’d been posting weekly to this blog over a year ago that I called the Unnamed Story (the actual working name has always been Phuque Ewe, but this is supposed to be polite company, sooo….).

To start this story as a WIPpet, I’m posting the last five paragraphs (five for the 5th month) I posted way back in April of 2013.  The whole story, to this point, is listed by installments in the above “Stories From My Worlds” link in my banner if you’d like to read the nine pieces that get us here.  Next week, I’ll continue from this point:

“Atyr…what are you doing?”

A small snort of mirth answered him. “I’m not sure.” She released him and helped push him back to sitting. “It was just something to do, I guess.”

He looked at her wryly, taking in the impish gleam in her eyes and her bright expression. There was something else lingering there too. He didn’t want to think about what it might mean.

Valistii ended up not having a chance to think about it beyond that thought. In seconds, Atyr was on her knees next to him. Then she was straddling his lap. Her hands cupped his chin upward toward her lowered face.

A reverse play of what he’d done to her in the kitchen followed.

There we go… short update. Short WIPpet. I hope you enjoy while I get back to writing. 😀