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Thank… Whatever

Two things today… a WIPpet and at the end of this post, a brief ROW80 End of Round update.


Today’s WIPpet follows on the heels of the piece I posted two weeks ago from my The Odds fanfic. The first line today is the last line from last week.  Andy and Kieri are getting a new perspective on each other.

This snippet is a bit longer than most of the ones I post.  I hope you’ll bear with me as it closes at a good spot (imho, of course).  There are ten (mostly small) paragraphs.  There’s one 2 in the 12 for December; divide the day (20) by that 2 and you have ten…

“Did you cry when I was shot?”

His lover stopped, still turned away. Though Kieri didn’t answer for several breaths, thankfully he finally did before Andy felt inspired to head over and hound him. “Of course.”

Kieri still didn’t turn to face him, but Andy didn’t feel like a little kid chasing an idol now as he walked around look at him. The other man’s lips pursed in something close to a snarl. He practically spat as he continued. “I was damned banshee for weeks after.” Now Kieri looked at him. It was a look that made Andy’s blood freeze. “As lost as the day I’d lost Pem, maybe more… I don’t know. I didn’t feel like killing myself—I didn’t feel, if you have to know. I stopped feeling. Stopped caring. None of it seemed to matter. I stayed in our room until Vern had the rest of the guys drag us out of there so he could bury you, the second week after it had happened.”

Andy grimaced. “Two weeks? Not that I don’t—ugh, that’s just wrong.”

“Yeah, maybe. But I didn’t care. It was my fault you’d died, and I..I just wanted you back, maybe I thought I could trade places with you. I don’t know.”

He nodded, though like the story of the Andar’s wife, he really didn’t understand. To do such a thing and yet not be able to share his feelings… Even now the man was evading him. Though maybe the barriers were down enough. “Why?  I don’t see how it would have helped.”

As close as they’d been, sex, passion, great talks, all the closeness and ideas they’d shared, he’d never seen Kieri shed a tear or show tenderness in any way for him.

Now he was seeing it; it shook him. It had taken his death to do this. Andy had always hoped to crack Kieri’s shell with who he was, not with what they’d suffered. He couldn’t love a rock.

Still, the words came, unwanted now. “That didn’t matter though. I loved you—you’d been everything to me, and I’d been too stupid to understand that until it was too late.”

Andy wasn’t sure what to say. It nothing like he’d hoped, and he needed to understand why. He looked at the floor, tracing the lines of the pattern in the tiles with his gaze. “We should get going.”

Thank the god, goddess, whatever… Thank Whatever that the other man just agreed.

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A little ROw80 update

Today, for those of you who participate in the A Round of Words in 80 Days writing challenge, is the last day of Round 4.  It’s the last day of the year in ROW80 terms as well.

I’d like to say I ended the year on a high note.  True, I don’t feel this was my most productive year as a writer—instead it became a year for different discoveries and developing new skills.  The biggest would be learning how to understand the patterns both in my writing but also that in others’ writings.  And to recognize where some of my limits actually lie and devising strategies to work around them instead of trying to press through difficulties, failing and then bashing myself against those walls in frustration.

I’ve also learned how to better handle time constraints, and how to make the best of inspirational sparks when they arrive.  It’s been a year of reading, as I’ve rediscovered a love for books that had faded for a time after some particularly wall-worthy texts had landed in my hands.

In all…  not a bad year.

 

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Why Would I Want…

Remnants of a Paint & Sip

Another Wednesday… well, Thursday, but you know what I mean, hopefully.   I did plan out this post Tuesday, and if I’d been on the ball a bit more, it would have gone out yesterday the way I’d intended.

Oh, well…  at least it’s being posted now.  Still in time to get in a ROW80 check-in and post this to the WIPpet linky….

It’s also the last day of November, which means the last day of NaNoWriMo 2017.  I didn’t win, and that’s OK.  I didn’t go into this year’s challenge with a goal of 50K words for a new story.  My goal at the moment is to finish a 20K proposal for the Golden Heart Awards by Dec 9th.  I’m not really on track for that either, though… and I’m not as okay with that.

Fortunately, I can submit a rough draft into the contest, because a lot can happen in a month, and I’m not that far behind with that goal.  I’m not even that far behind in most of my goals. The ROW80 website probably could use a bit more love than I’ve bee giving it, but… except for a sponsor-post image courtesy of Shan Jeniah, and some more help with sponsor visits (Thanks, Beth, Kim, Alberta, Mike… and everyone), I’ve not had the backup with keeping things growing the way I’d hoped. We’re a great group, but…  well, I knew things would be rocky this Round, and guess what?  They were.

This isn’t to say I’m upset.  Things were rocky, but not insurmountable.  The unsteady progress of this Round of Words highlighted  one of the great things about our group.  Life happens, and we all know it and deal as best we can.   We don’t point fingers, we just move forward.  Because things may not have moved forward the way I’d hoped, but they did move forward.

So, for this upcoming week, my goal is my RWA entry and the maintenance on the ROW80 blog but little else.  I can do that.  🙂

And now…
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Today’s WIPpet maths are on the weird side, mostly because I really wanted an excuse to post these six small paragraphs. 😉  So here we go…  This post was planned and  set up on the 28th, was supposed to be posted on the 29th, was tweaked and posted on the 30th: three days with two involving actual work…  2 x 3 =6

This excerpt comes out of my fanfiction, the Odds.  (Yep, I really rock these filenames, don’t I?)  In trying to capture some of Alanii and Atyr’s less romantic playful sides, I’ve put them together after a long estrangement into a sandbox with a “BBB” (Big Bad Boss) and another BBB (Big Bad Bureaucracy).  Somehow romance still seems to follow them though….  jut not in this snippet.

More sterile surroundings. Alanii considered the office, his brow rising uncomfortably. The room was teeming, and not all of the wilderness was paperwork.

He nearly sat on a small, brown house mouse that was munching away at the cushion of the chair Atyriia had directed him toward, a solid straw pad once in a long distant past.

“I see you don’t get much work done here, my lady.”

She was nonplussed by his dry tone. “Most of this concerns matters I’ve already dealt with. These are simply records. Paperwork and filing.”

“Ah.” He scanned the room again. “You need a computer in here then.” At her cocked brow, he hastened to explain. “To store these on.”

“So it will be neat and more organized?” She smiled. “Why would I ever want to do that?”

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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?”

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