Monthly Archives: July 2016

Of Course

Welcome again to another (late) Wednesday Check-in and excerpt of a Work In Progress.  Since I missed my fun today on Twitter with the #1lineWed hashtag crew (there are some great pieces there), this will have to do.  Hope you enjoy.

First: the WIPpet

Once again I direct you to the “Unnamed Story”. In last week’s episode, I mentioned that Atyr had gone off with her son Vant for a visit. Now we get to see where…

(note: Milsha is the term for mother here.)

No fancy maths today; it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I have another super-busy day tomorrow waiting for me. You get seven small paragraphs for the seventh month.

“Do you want any padding, Milsha?”

She looked from her son to his class, then over toward Vant’s own instructor, Lan Kailiis. She motioned the Dean of Students over before answering.

The burly red-haired man strode over with his usual silent grace. Unnerving, since next to her and Van, Lan Kailiis was a giant. Next to most people even.

Lan Kailiis was the closest thing she’d seen to the mythical mountainous ancestral fathers of the Antianii people, and if the tales were true this man that was half-again her height was but a poor shadow of their memory.

“Is he allowed to do this?” she asked, pointedly taking the chance to speak before her son did again.

Lan laughed. “Of course, Atyr. A Guard utilizes the tools at hand. Just because I didn’t anticipate you being one of those does nothing to invalidate his choices. Of course, if I had known….”

Vant flashed a seditious smile at his teacher. “Now you can wonder how long I’ve known, Lan. And while you’re at it, advise her to wear a jerkin. These lads are awful clumsy with those sticks they wave around.”

If this is your cup of tea, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members for more excerpts.  And while you’re there, stop in and thank our host, Emily Witt for enabling our silliness. 😀

Second: a ROW80 Check-In

Status quo…

If only I could say that and mean it.  This has been an interesting couple of days.  I’m behind on a few goals (new fiction and reading up on craft related things, specifically).  And my 750words?  I’ve missed several days this month, and tonight is going to be another.  As soon as I post this?  Bed.

ROW80LogocopyWhy am I so tired?  I don’t even know.  At least I’ve managed to get some physical activity in these past few days so that I’m not twired, where all I want to do is flop, but I can’t because my brain is too drained…

Every been in that state?  How are you affected by news and events?  Do they bring on this state faster or do you slowly slide into it from constantly trying to do more and more?


Did it, Dr. No

Love the classic look

So, I finally cleared a thing off my (unofficial) To Do List.  A while back I made a deal with fellow ROWer Caren Rich that if I would watch some James Bond movies she would watch some Doctor Who.  Two big “names” in the entertainment industry with very different crowds….

It's all about the PPK

It’s all about the PPK


We had reasonably good time each with the first showings.  I asked Caren to watch the 10th Doctor episode Blink; she had me watch the Pierce Brosnan “Bond finale” Die Another Day.  With both of us having fun with this “new to us” experience we were both up to try another round.

I chose Dr. No, the very first in the Bond dynasty, as my next ‘to see” and suggested a two-for of two of the more popular episodes from the 9th Doctor’s tenure (since Christopher Eccleston basically helped reboot the series with shows like these): The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances.

Mea Culpa!  I had no idea that Caren didn’t like gas masks, and they are EVERYWHERE in this World War II era two-parter.  She hated it, vigorously.

Me?  I just watched Dr. No today as my part in this little trade.  Can’t say I hated it.  Can’t say I loved it.  It was better than I expected (considering how dated the effects are), and now I can see why so many women went gaga over Sean Connery back then (though..  no, sorry).  A good basic action flick…  nothing special in any way and so very, very “white-washed”, imho. I could watch another 007 and probably enjoy myself, but I feel no need to see out any of them given how many other wonderful shows are out there.

Though, I would LOVE to have Dr. No’s underground hide-a-way.

I wish it was a shot of the whole place, not just the dinner table

Row80 Check-in & Assessment

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    • Goal: spend ~three hours a week delving into writing craft related learning
    • Progress:  oddly, I spent a lot of time on articles relate to writing this week, as well as a fair amount of audio-book time listening to authors describing their processes
    • Goal: Hand-write new words daily! (the Five Sentences thingie)
    • Progress: *hangs head*, missed two days though for the noble reason of family time (granted the family time mostly involved doing Pokémon Go outings with Boodle; we did a lot of walking and talking together)
    • Goal: typing two pages a day of old notebooks into the computer
    • Progress: missed the last two days, but had been averaging 3 pages a day before that
    • Goal: maintain local critique group submission of excerpts and critiques during non-NaNoWriMo months
    • Progress: July…  CampNaNo, so nothing going
    • Goal: return to regular posting in the WIPpet and WeWriWa blog hops
    • Progress: steady progress and no progress, respectively
    • Goal: sponsor duties for the ROW80 twice a week
    • Progress: on track, though need to post this before I will go visit anyone else
    • Goal: Explore my creative side daily
    • Progress: I actually took out my purse notebook and sketched a face (I couldn’t login to Pokémon Go and made use of the time—it worked)
    • Goal: Daily languages (except Sundays)
    • Progress: daily, yes: all of them, no (Latin and German have been more of an every other day thing)
    • Goal: daily exercise amounting to a minimum of 30 minutes a day
    • Progress: either Pokémon Go or swimming pretty much every day, so aceing this
  • Temporary! Goal: write and submit my sponsor post
  • Progress: Ugh…  so very ugh.  I am fighting myself so much here.  I am learning a lot about what I should not write (for all those wonderful muses out there who were saying that maybe sharing my struggles and “wrong words” might be exactly what the post needs, I apologize…  but disagree, since I’m sure pages of mourning family, pets and friends will help no one save myself; that said, I’ve been able, through this process, to rediscover and relive and remember all the richer)

That’s all.  That’s plenty.  And…  because this is a lovely photo of my favorite breed of dog, here: Enjoy!

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Our Nina had been a copper–miss her still (photo cred: Tapscott94)

When the Wrong Words Come

ROW80LogocopyI’m still finding myself unable to get through this ROWnd’s sponsor post.  The words are coming—oh, how freely they flow these days—but they are…  the wrong words.

For example, I’ve had the wonderful experience where even my (normally) most tight-lipped character, Atyr has been beyond loquacious and eloquent to the point of distraction.  As has been Alanii’s father…  a foreboding man to say the very least.  I know more about his view on the history of their wars and why he’s been so restrictive of his son than I ever knew I could be.

I also have more ideas (of course…  those never seem to stop coming) for the causes of specific “because spoilers” things.  And more research (accidental as always…  a single click of a link becomes ten as an idea catches my eye) ensued.

I even managed a whole essay on the topic I’d originally chosen as my sponsor post.  A very personal, gut-wrenching, “this should not be shared with anyone in the world” quite yet post, or at least until everything has calmed…  written at a moment like this:

So…  more the same than different.  Hopefully it won’t become a trend.