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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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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?
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*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

Not Bad!

Okay, so I’m a little proud of myself…

Not the same words, but the same idea

Different words, same idea

I’ve been taking a class via FutureLearn on the Archaeology of Portus (a major (man-made!) port on the west coast of Italy during the 1st-6th centuries AD).  Yesterday, one of the lessons suggested we try to translate a Roman inscription from the Trajanic Period of the port.

[ ]
NE[ ]
TRA[ ]
DAC[ ]
I[ ]
FOSSAM [ ]
[ ]VA INVN[ ]
[ ]DSIDVE V[ ]
[ ] PERFN[ ]

Most experts fill in the blanks this way:

[Imp(erator) Caes(ar) divi]
NE[rvae f(ilius) Nerva]
TRA[ianus Aug(ustus) Germ(anicus)]
DAC[icus trib(unicia) pot(estate)]
I[mp(erator) co(n)s(ul) p(ater) p(atriae)]
FOSSAM [fecit/restitui iussit]
[q]VA INVN[dationes Tiberis]
[ad]SIDVE V[rbem vexantes]
[rivo p]EREN[ni instituto arcerentur]
— from the lecture

or like this:

[Imp(erator) Caes(ar) divi] / Ne[rvae f(ilius) Nerva] / Tra[ianus Aug(ustus) Germ(anicus)] / Dac[icus trib(unicia) pot(estate)] / i[mp(erator) — co(n)s(ul) — p(ater) p(atriae)] / fossam [restitui iussit] / [q]ua inun[dationes Tiberis] / [a]dsidue u[rbem vexantes] / [in] per<e>n[ne arcerentur] — from here

This was my translation:

The Divine Emperor Ceasar,
sinew of Nerva (adopted Trajan)
“Trajan’s full name” (lazy; didn’t write it out)
tribune of Dacic (Dacia?)
Consul General, Father of his Country
Made the river/canal to be restored
when the inundation (flooding?) of the Tiber
constantly denied the city its regular flow of trade

This was our teacher’s translation.  Not exactly the same…  but I think I was getting the idea through:

Imperator Caesar Nerva Traianus Augustus, son of the deified Nerva, Conquer of Germany and Dacia, Tribune, Consul, Father of the Nation made a canal by which the floods of the Tiber which continually troubled the City were kept away

Not bad, if I do say so myself.  😀

Of course, the rest of my personal progress is a bit less inspiring.  Of my ROW80 goals, I’ve done very little.  I’m even falling behind again on my critique group work.  As much as I love FutureLearn, I’ve found I cannot take one of their classes without exploring the topics deeply, spending several more hours a week on each class than the anticipated timeframe.

I did get a small bit of writing done in the UnNamed Story.  This means I have something to post for  WIPpet Wednesday!


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Following right on the heels of last week’s piece, here are eight sentences for the 8th of February

Ytramli shook his head, just barely avoiding, it seemed, to snarl at the implication that a priestess was somehow of a lesser calling than a priest, though among most Acarians it was the standard view. He shook his head. “It will hurt her—actually it will destroy her among our own people. To offer herself in this manner for Val’s defense is tantamount to offering herself as chattel. Slaves have been, and are sometimes, still used by some of the temples for ritual supplications when the priestess is too old for the physical acts or—.” The man stopped short and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter why they are used. The point is that doing this will destroy her among the Clans.”

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