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He Plans

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Summer! It FINALLY feels like Summer.  YEEAAASSSSS!

I just done with a dip in the pool (chilly, but invigorating!). The sun is shining brightly, and drying off on the deck felt magnificent. Now… inside, I’m looking out my office window at the crows eating their dog food (we have a sweet pair of them) and getting ready for a day of dentist, Pokémon Go, library, more probably Pokémon Go (given I’ll have the Boodle with me) and then Shakespeare in the Park at Saratoga.

Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?  It’s going to be a lot of running around, but I’m looking forward to it.  Of course, it’s easier to look forward to some chaos when I know I have the choice to actually stay home tomorrow. 😉

Before that, it’s WIPpet Time!

I’m returning to the Unnamed Story this week (since it’s the last thing I wrote anything new in).  This scene comes a bit after the one where Atyr joins in the lesson her son, Vantosa (Vant), was teaching (and being graded on for his teaching technique).  Now class is over and the teachers (and guest) are settling back at a local watering hole to discuss how things went.

Story language to know: milsha — Mom/Mother; usually with affection

May I offer you three paragraphs, for the 3rd of August?

Vant grunted at his ale. “Plans on ‘training’ me for years, he does. Or so he thinks. Didn’t you tell me there was an admin job open at biatha Mælana, Milsha?”

Atyr wasn’t sure if she dared get involved, but since Vant was right that a position had opened at the Attroniian Academy, she nodded. “Not that I remember telling you anything of the sort, scamp.”

“Must have seen it when I was reading the posts then.” He winked at her.

Vant really is one of my favorite characters.  He takes after his father in that way—both his fathers really (though that’s a story for another time).

If you had fun here, why not head over to the WIPpet linky and visit our other creative writers.  And while you’re at it, feel free to wave an extra “Hi” (and share some cheer) with Emily Witt our WIPpet wrangler extraordinaire!

And lastly, for those of you who came here for the…

ROW80 Check-in

I’ve not done much these past few days.  Mostly I’ve read books by Albert Camus.  I have some David Foster Wallace in the queue for today’s reading.  And I got some writing done on (yet) another draft of that Sponsor Post!  I even think I might have found something that works… *crosses fingers*

A bit behind on my typing, on track for most everything else.  Oh, and no “new” craft works read… unless one counts the translators’ notes for the various Camus stories.

There’s plenty of time though this week to get back on track, and I’m ready to go! (hmm, should I have said that?  Don’t want to give Fate any ideas…)

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?


What Did It Say?


Yeah, I missed my WIPpet last week (found out later it was also the last day of ROW80 check-ins for Round2, so missed that deadline too and posted my EoR Assessment on Sunday). No regrets though. It was our wedding anniversary (14 years!), and it was family time.
MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Still, I like the WIPpet as a bloghop (I like the people here a lot), and I missed it terribly when I stopped posting over the winter.  Thing was, once I missed a week, I felt bad for doing so, and I moped instead of returning.

This time, I’m just jumping back in.  Everyone misses a week here and there.

Now on to today’s post: since I’m posting this late, on the 30th, I’m giving you five sentences.  The day divided by the month…  30/6=5

This snippet follows directly on the heels of my last WIPpet.  I don’t know if it helps answer the question I asked in the last piece, but…  it may help.  It was really interesting reading what thought about the character in question.

Of course, some “bruises” aren’t caused by violence.  😉

Atyr blinked. That was certainly a description of Val’s brother she hadn’t heard before. Was the awkward gentleness she and Riia discussed only because he’d cared out of fear before?

And, if so, what did it say about last night, his reticence his restraint, his coldness today?

Alanii was nodding astutely. “I’m not going to get between you and your master, Atyriia.”

“He’s not my master.” To her own ears her voice sounded weak. She forged on. “It was just realizing how bad Val was. We needed comfort, Alanii, and there was only each other. It was just mutual comfort.”

Alanii looked over his expression now thoughtful. “That was rather intimate comfort.”

Enjoyed that?  Then head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. A toast to Emily Witt for keeping this little dance of ours going each week when some of us (*hangs head*) can barely remember what day it is most of the time.