Monthly Archives: July 2014

Moderately Unscathed

Things have been so busy here lately; it seems as if no time has passed since I checked in for the ROW80 on Monday morning.  (Actually, I’m still trying to figure out where the week went since last Wednesday.)

Nonetheless, it is Wednesday once more, and that means…  WIPpet Wednesdays and ROW80 check-ins.  And….  because I’m so much more calm and organized these days than I have been (please, disregard the maniacal laughter behind the curtain)…  I am getting this post done on Wednesday and in the morning (yes, I know if I was really organized I’d have had most of the post written and scheduled for today weeks ago).

So, without further ado, let’s head in for the

ROW80 check-in:

These few days have been kind of a bust.  It’s been SO muggy and rainy here.  Who knew I’d moved to the rainforest?  Add that to the fact that I’ve been running around trying to get caught up on all the things I had fallen behind on during the last few months, as well as building up the base for being able to handle the upcoming fall chaos…  I’m proud of myself despite not making super progress on my goals.

Smiley from the sMirC-series. smilingI’m still smiling, see?

I am finding I need more incoming as opposed to outgoing when Life gets busy and chaotic.  It doesn’t matter if I have ideas to write.  If I jot them down for later, that works out far better than trying to expound on them in the moment.  I can’t focus on creative endeavors when I’m trying to juggle too many real world things.  Something always gives…  and I can’t let the real world things slide at the moment.

So what this means is…  I made very little progress, and I’m anticipating making very little progress for the rest of the summer.  That’s okay.  Knowing my limits (and respecting them even moreso) has always been a challenge for me.  I’ve learned them, slowly.

So, no, I didn’t get my five sentences down since Monday.  I did get to the Y and have a workout yesterday.  I have done my pleasure reading.  I got some editing done (mostly so I’d have a WIPpet today).  It’s progress.

Let’s move on now from Kait Nolan’s grand creation (that’s the ROW80 if anyone was wondering) to the rest of this post (a blog hop graciously managed by K.L.Scwhengel):

the WIPpet

I had trouble deciding how long to make this piece.  In the end, I elected to stop mid-section and follow the date closer (WIPpet rules ask that ‘pets’ have something to do with the date after all).  So here are 23 sentences (7 for July + 16 for the day) of  (oh, heck, I might as well just call it) Phuque Ewe following directly after last week’s post Had Known:

Atyr curled against him, resting her head against his chest just under his chin, cradled in his arm. He reached over her to punch the stuffing in the pillow until it was back under his head then slid his hand down her back. Tentative touches from fingers both mental and not probed for a reaction. ‘Listii grabbed the physical fingers lightly and held them against her own hip.

The mental touches he ignored as best he could, hoping that she’d tire of his resistance and fall asleep before he was too tired to shield her out.

Yet he wished so much that he could let her back in.

*

When morning came and his alarm woke them, ‘Listii was able to retreat further behind barriers of clothing, distance and image. He considered himself lucky. He’d survived the night moderately unscathed.

Atyr was puzzled with him, he knew, but she’d given up trying to pry the information. She took her shower first while he checked for messages and dealt with the one from earlier.

She came out of the bath once more dressed, though this time she was wearing a shirt he’d loaned to her because somehow hers had gotten mangled in the bedding. She hadn’t bothered to put on pants and her behind, covered once more in the emerald panties, peeked out enticingly from beneath the shirt’s hem. She was combing out snarls from her hair.

“Do you want to borrow some pants, Atyr?” he asked as he looked up from his monitor at the shadow she cast over him rather than her reflected image in the screen.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just down the hall to Nisxel’s room.” Her hand touched his shoulder hesitantly. “‘Listii….”

He sighed softly and reached up to gather her fingers. “I know, Mouse. It wasn’t you. But she…” Tears he’d shed too many times before threatened to escape again.

That’s all for this week, peeps. Enjoy yourselves, wherever you are, whatever you are doing…. Life is meant to be LIVED!

Photo Credit:

  • Smiley from the sMirC-series. smiling (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Post Trip Monday

Yesterday was the day of the drive.  It was Grandpa’s 92th birthday, and so the Boodle and I picked up Mom (he’s her dad after all) and we hightailed it out to Syracuse to eat double chocolate cupcakes and ice cream and talk about harmonicas and family photos and old tractors.

Happy 92, Grandpa!

Happy 92, Grandpa!

So…  I didn’t get much writing done (Friday I was sick icky bleh!) since Wednesday.  Getting back into the flow of writing daily and not in spurts and bubbles isn’t happening quite as fast as I’d like, but it does seem to be happening.  Even when I didn’t write, I pulled out the notebook and gathered up a pen…  just one more step to go.

I did reread/review some of my other story-work everyday (except yesterday); I got up and moved every day except Friday, and I made time daily for some happy reading time.  Slow, steady progress and plans for consistency…

Consistency is the dog that hounds me.

But since we don’t have a dog…  here is Mr.Kitty my (mostly feral) lovebug begging for scritches.  If he didn’t panic and go into full “Fight or Flight” mode at the slightest sound or shift in movement, I’d have him in the house with us too.  He so wants love and stroking and head bonks…

Someone couldn't stay still for the photo...  he wanted to hug the camera and the hand holding it

Someone couldn’t stay still for the photo… he wanted to hug the camera and the hand holding it

 

Had Known

Hi, hi, hi y’all!  I’m back.

JuJuBee Mabee

JuJuBee Mabee

Last week was…  well, silly.  I spaced.  After so many weeks of being off track, I took my “week off” from the ROW80 and all things online and spaced, read books, played video games, took walks with the family, played with our new kitten JuJuBee…  and forgot to write a WIPpet post.

But I’m back now with more wordy-goodness some the Unnamed Story (though I call it Phuque Ewe).  Now in the dénouement of the sex scene in the story, we’re off to see what a mess ‘Listii and Atyr are going to become after their evening together.  Sex affects people…  sometimes the effects are good, sometimes bad.  And the effects last a while (at least, they can).

Or rather, the baggage we place on sex affects us…  and these two have a lot of baggage that they don’t even know they have:

WIPpet

So, continuing on from way back when I wrote Down… Down, Down, here are three small paragraphs (WIPpet maths are: July ([7] -2-0-1-4)+√9=3):

He felt her retreating mental presence with relief…relief tinged with an emptiness he’d thought–had hoped–he’d forgotten. For a few moments there the loss of Riia, the silence that was his brother’s illness…. They had been filled with the life and beauty that was her.

It was more than he’d been prepared to handle. Even knowing what he had about her, even knowing what his brother had spoken of so many times…. Val’d often talked about this. He’d known.

He hadn’t listened.

K.L. Schwengel, of My Random Muse, fearlessly leads the #WIPpet where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for fun and discussion. Feel free to comment and visit other #WIPpeteers here

. We love company.

Also, it’s time again for a…

ROW80 Check-in

ROW80LogocopyIt’s a new Round of Words here in ROW80 land, so there’s not much to post.  For once I’m starting the round on target with sponsor post already made… oh. except that I didn’t post any goals yet.  Not that I have any yet…   I suppose I should take a moment to think of those.  And since it’s summer, and I know I’m going to be away from my computer a lot, how about something light and refreshing?

Round 3 ROW80 goals:

  • write my five sentences a day;
  • read something for pleasure;
  • get fresh air and exercise some daily;
  • spend quality time with friends and family;
  • type in/edit my JuNoWriMo notebooks

Pretty simple stuff.  I have other things going on too, of course.  We all do.  I have some serious fall preparations to make.  When fall comes, I’ll be teaching two classes at my son’s school and starting school to finish my degree as well.  Going for my Master’s in Educational Psychology is going to give me lots of opportunities to improve my writing, but that means I need to work on building a habit of writing daily again (I dropped off during my bout of depression).

Though I like to poke too

We also have a bunch of travel and Lookens Peepins to do this summer.  The hubby and I agreed…  it’s time for us to spend some more time on US (even if that means staying home and re-arraigning the furniture).  In fact, I have a hot date with the Leader of the Opposition Party soon, so it’s time to end this post.