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Belief and Thoughtfulness

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4It’s … an odd Wednesday.  I think I’m keeping going mostly by pattern today, more than anything.  A headache (a cluster headache that is trying desperately to be a migraine), some…  “anniversaries” that are best understood by reading my ROW80 sponsor post, and general busy…

Oddly, I’m not sad.  Or stressed.  Or…

I just feel thoughtful.  The busy doesn’t even feel like it’s there (it is, omnipresent as always, but without being as demanding in its presence).   Of course, I am thinking of my two friends that aren’t here today, but there are a lot of good things to think about as I remember them.   Last night while I was writing m 750words and somehow some Elvis songs came through the playlist, I remembered silly, giggly pre-teen days at one friend’s house and the “weird music” our parents liked.  Last week, we went to a classic car show, and  as I thought of how much fun my dad had sharing a love of his with our Boodle,  I was thinking of all the fun discussions of cars and engine specs  I’d had with the friend whose birthday today would have been.

Some of this comes from the reading I’ve done this past week. Though I’m still working on my Steinbeck’s Journal of a Novel, I’m mostly spent this week reading Chasing the Scream by Johann Hari about the “war on drugs”.  One can’t read stories of lives torn to shreds without feeling somewhat blessed by the banal normality of one’s own, of course.  It’s heartbreaking reading, but…  it’s very human.  After finishing The Fall by Camus on Saturday (I have The Plague in my queue next), I wonder if I chose to read these two books one after another by some grand design.

All of which of course has little to do with my post today.  It’s Wednesday, time for a ROW80 check-in and a WIPpet.  Since I started with some of the reading I’ve been doing, let’s move on and finish the check-in first.

ROW80 Check-in

ROW80LogocopyAnother Wednesday mini with good things to report so far…  My Five Sentences are going well.  I’ve had to nudge myself daily to get my typing done, but I’ve done it.  Similarly, I am behind in answering blog comments (I haven’t been inspired to spend a lot of time on social media these last few days), but I have scheduled time tomorrow to do that (and my ROW80 sponsor duties).  My creativity time…  that’s been short.  I have my art supplies with me however, and I have plans.

Now, that that’s settled.  Onto..

the WIPpet

I could easily say I have no “maths” for this week (I do), but given that it’ a long excerpt on top of an already longish post, I probably should offer up all my justification for this.

This is one:

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The maths are today’s date (17) minus the month (8) for 9 smallish paragraphs.  And the piece has a theme too, related to the RWA Kiss of Death #1LineWed weekly Twitter tag…  doubly so, since the Kéline mentioned here could best be described as the lovechild of Kali and Pluto; Eris is her fairy godmother.

The WIP in question is Courting the Swan Song (my attention is here doing edits for the impending future).  We’re about 1/2 through the first chapter here.

“My lord Andarniis, you honor our humble sanctuary with your presence, but—I fear we have no votary dedicated to Isana here.” The man blushed slightly. “She does not recognize the faiths of those who come here.”

Alanii nodded calmly. “My escort has just informed me of the Lady Myékis and the devotions they offer her. We’re here so they might be able to make their observances for the Nooning.”

The man winced. “That is—quite considerate of you, my lord. But we have no place where you can wait while—”

“I intend to make my observances with them. While Myékis is not the Lady of my House or family, she clearly has played a powerful role in the protection of our people and ourselves. It is only just and right that I offer her my respects and honors.”

The docent blinked. Behind him, he could hear the silence that had overtaken his escort in the thunderous increase of the other sounds in the temple. Alanii tried to not look as if he was bothered or even aware of the disturbance he had caused.

At last the docent sighed, bowing low yet again. “Yes, of course. We do have a room to the rear of the dining hall where devotees of the Shieldmaiden may work.” He motioned for them to move toward the left-hand room, keeping his body solidly in the way of them seeing or moving past the curtained archway.

As they began to head on their way, from behind the thick cloth, Alanii heard a clank of iron and a quick cry of distress from a male voice. He turned back to the docent. The man’s expression remained serene. “All is well, sire. Please proceed through the meal hall. I think, if you may, find a few of the men there who might wish to join your men in their devotions.”

Alanii was about to ask what the man meant when Val tugged him by his shirtsleeve through the arch toward the seated diners. “Hsh, Alan. Don’t want to bother no man making his respects to Kéline, now do you?” the man hissed.

Alanii swallowed, glancing back at the curtain in horror.

If you like what you’ve read here, head over to A Round of Words in 80 Days and the WIPpet linky and visit the awesome people who make up these online communities. Many thanks and much love to Kait Nolan and Emily Witt for being our gracious hostesses.. 😀

And…  because they make me smile, and they’re almost faded now…  some tiger lilies that volunteered themselves in our yard.

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Take Two


It’s WIPpet Wednesday, but since a lot of us have started sharing what we are reading as well as what we are writing, I’m “sort of” jumping on that bandwagon…  Sort of, because I know there is a linky of some kind involved, and I haven’t the mental energy to look for it at the moment.  In fact, I’m not even tossing in the mental energy for a ROW80 check-in (not a real one, at least…  things are status quo…  finally breathing a little and planning my next attack while going through the goals’ list).

As for reading?  This is is…

In progress:

  • Journal of a Novel: the East of Eden letters by John Steinbeck
  • I’m really liking it so far.  I finally feel like some of the randomness of my pre-writing process in 750words is natural and normal
  • The Fall by Albert Camus
  • I’m a little over half-way through this, and while I am definitely enjoying it, I also feel the narrator is being too much intentionally obtuse.  Then…  he did like “The Game”
  • The Decomposer: Fallow by C. Sonberg Larson
  • This piece is “interesting”…  Definitely not the book I thought I was buying, and I have to confess that I think the author needed to go over it a bit longer before publication to catch the errors, but it has managed to end up getting better as goes along.  I’m about 1/2 way through this as well, though…  I do find it easy to stop reading
  • Dracula by Bram Stoker
  • This has been my “listen to” in the car book…  and it’s been a lot of fun.  After a long love of Buffy and Carmilla (one of my favorite vampire stories!) I had to check out the original.  Need to get back to it though…  file download issues.   😦

What comes next?

Ack…  The stack by the couch is huge, and that doesn’t count my Kindle and Librivox selections!  I suspect it’ll be based on whatever is due back to the library the soonest….

For now, let’s go back to the WIPpet:

The Maths

(and some context…)

The title of the post comes from the convoluted maths I tried to use. I removed the 2s from the date. So 8-10=-2 which canceled out the 2 in 2016, then coming back in the 6-1=5, so… we have not only a nice balance of subtraction coming in from each end, but we also have no twos. I kept them; two is my favorite number.

That leaves you with five… five small paragraphs from the Unnamed Story following not too far after the scene I posted last week.  We’re “in” Vant’s head now, as he’s watching his mother burn off her…  oh, probably her fourth or fifth wind by this point (the woman is so tired now she doesn’t understand how tired should feel).

Fair warning…   this piece is very “NaNoWriMo raw”:

She loved to dance more than most young women a tenth of her age.

She was wild about it too with an abandon that would exhaust most children to maintain. He’d joined her in a few dances, as had a few other patrons of the bar.

Or they’d tried to join her. One he’d stopped at the askance look she’d made before the man could ask. Another she’d smiled at, then tossed her hands up so they artfully caught her hair. One look at her pointed ears and the young man’s date dragged him away by his own round ones.

And yet, as far as he knew, dancing with a Wanderer woman was only an invitation to tryst of the woman asked you to join her. And then only during certain dances.

He’d have to ask his mother sometime. For now he just grinned at the young man whenever he saw him looking over.

For those of you who love seeing into the minds of writers and sampling their upcoming work, why not click on the WIPpet linky to visit some our other awesome members? Merci beaucoup, notre chère Emily Witt, for being our gracious hostess.

One Down and…

Things are Blazing

Okay, maybe not quite that extreme, but I’m extremely pleased with myself after these past few days.  Not because I got so much done, but because of WHAT I got done.

I just sent that sponsor post out to our fearless leader (and now suddenly have ideas for a few others…  maybe I’ll prep a few if my characters will give me a few more days of nudging them aside to do so).

YEEAASSS!

I’ve also been (finally) rockin that creativity goal of mine this past week.  I need to remember to start carrying pencils with me for my doodles—otherwise I get a lot of art that looks like this:

a ballpoint pen, a writing/drawing journal and time at a B&N cafe

a ballpoint pen, a writing/drawing journal and time at a B&N cafe

But if I’d stopped or put off drawing for when I had the correct tools, I’d have never met this fellow.  Not sure WHO he is yet, but definitely feeling he has a story to tell.  And I’m fairly sure he’s Hastor…

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Who do YOU think this is?

Row80 Check-in & Assessment

So how’s that for a week?    I’m thinking good things.  Not ideal things.  I know I set aside some work I should have done to push past the block that was my sponsor post.  Some call it prioritizing…  I guess I should call it that too.

Sometimes it’s hard to admit I’ll never be Wonder Woman.  Wondering Woman, yes…  I’ve got that down well, but I am no Lynda Carter. *pouts*

  • CRAFT
    • Goal: spend ~three hours a week delving into writing craft related learning
    • Progress: I’ve been reading John Steinbeck’s Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters.  A lot of process and general perspective on writing, and maybe 3 hours of this so far
    • Goal: Hand-write new words daily! (the Five Sentences thingie)
    • Progress:  *hems and haws*  I wrote a lot of handwritten stuff (not only on my new phone love the handwriting app), but not much of it was story related
    • Goal: typing two pages a day of old notebooks into the computer
    • Progress: I managed two days of typing and not a full two pages each
  • SOCIAL
    • Goal: maintain local critique group submission of excerpts and critiques during non-NaNoWriMo months
    • Progress: behind; I owe a submission and one more critique
    • Goal: return to regular posting in the WIPpet and WeWriWa blog hops
    • Progress:  managed a WIPpet but as I noted last Sunday, I’m not rushing to jump into the WeWriWa
    • Goal: sponsor duties for the ROW80 twice a week
    • Progress: on track
  • PERSONAL
    • Goal: Explore my creative side daily
    • Progress:  *high fives self*
    • Goal: Daily languages (except Sundays)
    • Progress: done, though Saturday became my Sunday
    • Goal: daily exercise amounting to a minimum of 30 minutes a day
    • Progress: Doing pretty good.  I missed … no days
  • Temporary! Goal: write and submit my sponsor post
  • Progress: THIS IS DONE *happy dance*

And before I start trying to post happy dance pictures of me trying to Zumba (cheers to you, ReGi), let me end this.   It’s been a…  pretty good, and very interesting, week.