Monthly Archives: March 2017

Yes, it’s Thursday. So…

Yesterday was The Boodle’s birthday.  That’s why I didn’t post, wasn’t really even on Facebook, let alone writing up my progress for the ROW80 or setting out my WIPpet.  I pretty much spent my day at Dave & Buster’s at Crossgates (w/ lunch at Unos with the Boodle and his friend Sammie) and at my in-law’s house..  and the less said of the later, the better at the moment.

ROW80 and stuff

In my copious free time yesterday…  I did some journaling and doodling and reading.  I’ve been reading The Improbable President by Vincent O’Leary, which actually has nothing to do with our recent elections.  I picked it up on a random shelf-search at the Feura Bush Library when I’d mistakenly stopped in, assuming that this little treasure of a library was part of our bigger county-wide library system (it’s not).  For people who love libraries and old-fashioned libraries especially…  it’s old books and old wood and love.  😀

Next on my reading list is Studs Terkel‘s Coming of Age and Working People Talk…  I’m on a bit of a biography, interview, non-fiction craze now.  In think it’s because I find myself so regularly disconnected from the views of people around me.  I’ve always been one to imagine other worlds.  I love that about myself, but in doing so, I fear I’ve lost touch with this one.

As for the rest of my ROW80 goals…  I’ve been writing daily, thanks to the return of the #teamsprinty crew (not that we’re actually using a hashtag so far, but a set daily “writing appt is a very helpful thing).

I’m slowly getting better with my maintenance of the ROW80 blog.  Slowly…  Have to say, if it wasn’t for my left-hand on FB (Shan Jeniah, who posts the linky to the FB people), that progress would be slower.

Research has been going incredibly well.  The internet takes, but it also gives freely.  Here’s an example, a cool link in the NanoLand Facebook group about genetics: How can two blue-eyed parents have a brown-eyed child (not counting the obvious ways)?

WIPpet

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Do I have a WIPpet for yesterday?  Actually, yes…  based on the fact it was my son’s b-day and Women’s Day, I have a small piece from the Unnamed Story.  It involves Atyr and Vant (her son).  Eight paragraphs for the 8th of March

Vant winced at the shrill end to his mother’s rant. He didn’t want to believe those sort of things of his uncle. Didn’t want to, but did.

He’d seen Valistii Mirniia’s most recent psychological profiles. A razor fine edge stood between leaving the man in his Blacks and throwing him in protective custody for the safety of everyone around him.

Vant didn’t want to be the one to make that arrest; though he wouldn’t hesitate if it were necessary. Clenching his jaw, he looked at his watch and did a quick run through what his week entailed.

It was worth it.

Reaching out, he touched his mother’s cheek. “I don’t know what to say, Mother. It’s later than I thought though. I’ll sleep on the couch. Just let me change the sheets and you can take my bed. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you to the House.”

“What about your lesson?”

He shrugged and started typing in a message that Lan would receive as soon as his alarm went off. “When Father announced his Meditation, I became eligible for a month’s leave. I didn’t want to waste it moping and worrying, so I asked if I could save it for closer to the end. I’m putting in for it now.” He made a quick scan of the message body, set the trigger and closed out the note. “And before you ask, no, it’s not a problem. Lan knew I might need to take the time off on a moment’s notice.”

His mother smiled. Then, with a featherlight touch to his own cheek, she leaned over to kiss his nose the way she used to do when he was still small enough to sit on her lap without hurting her. “I’ll take your word for it. Will you call ‘Mara and tell him I’m fine and that you’ll be bringing me home in the morning?”

If you enjoyed that, why not head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members.  Glitter and ice cream to Emily Witt, our gracious host.

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Oh, The Things I Could Do!

I missed last Wednesday because…  reasons.  One of those reasons was that I felt I had nothing word saying about my progress.  I keep finding cool distractions and things to explore though, and so, I’m going to add a few today…

This cat is stunned to know he is NOT the center of the internet

This cat is stunned to know he is NOT the center of the internet

As we all know, the internet is not just made up of cats, it’s got a lot of words too.

Like online Magnetic Poetry….  where one can play with a few of their sets free

Classes…  I have three classes going on with FutureLearn at the moment.  No, they aren’t official “classes” where I’ve expended a large amount of money for a potential degree, but they do demand time and brainpower.

Well, I guess, three classes just isn’t enough.  Though, given the present political climate in the US, this seems more like a necessity than any other .  So…  now another class:  Calling Bullshit

Oh, and I have finally been writing again, both in my Unnamed Story and my dedicated WIPs.  I even managed to get some of work out to my critique group this past Wednesday, so I’m finally feeling on track–behind, true, but back on track for my goals of this ROWnd.  And my research level for all of this is incredibly high…  Always doing something it seems, these days.

As much as I can’t wait for this month’s local RWA meeting (The Art And Science Of Writing Deep POV), I’m kind of glad I’m not going this weekend.   I want to work a bit more on CTSS so I’ll be ready, emotionally, if not otherwise, for the workshop.

Which brings me to work and Works In Progress in particular…  leading up to the fact that it is WIPpet Wednesday.  I have something!  (Actually, I have plenty of somethings, but one will do, since today is the 1st of March and we always try to make WIPpets suit the day, but I’m giving y’all three paragraphs for the month. :-D)

This WIPpet is from Courting in the Swan Song Series.  The “he” is Alanii.  And this would actually be about page six in the most recent revision of the book, if it were a paperback on a shelf.

At a loss for a better idea, he pasted on a hopeful smile. “You could always, um, take me on… as a recruit.”

Lanilis Kailiis blinked. “I—could—take you on?” The man shook his head as if trying to clear it. “When your escort is brought in, I’ll be sure to have them bring you direct to your bed, my lord. You must have gathered a chill from waiting in the rain.”

“I—” Alanii forced his gaping jaw closed. He pursed his lips, then, gave in to the urge to kick the small lump of earth under his foot. At last he gave half-shrug. “I’m fine. We had far more rain on the trip from (name of town) to Darshalia.”

That’s all I have for today (at least all I feel like writing about. I have this big mental stew about the whole thing with Berkeley and Milo and the Media, and who said what and did what and thought what… and it just doesn’t need to be here.  Or anywhere, really.  Giving these issues as much air-time as we do seems to make them proliferate like roaches.*

Much love to both my fellow ROWers (at the ROW80 blog) and fellow WIPpeteers (whom Emily Witt helps corral at our linky). Join us…

Oh, and would you please add your bit to my AnswerGarden?
https://answergarden.ch/embed/444282

*for the record, I find Milo self-important, self-glorifying and oh-so-very annoying. He is as much a troll as anything that ever lived under a bridge. But he deserves the same rights we demand for ourselves. That also includes the right to be ignored, to be told “you are an idgit”, what-have-you. It doesn’t mean people can or should hurt others in an attempt to stop him from letting his ignorance/arrogance shine for all the world to see