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Understanding

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I expect this will be the last post from my fanfiction the Was Variation for a while.  I’ve allowed myself enough escape time from Courting the Swan Song that I’ve lost track of the story I wanted to tell (thank the gods for notes).

Perseid Meteor Seen From Space (NASA, Internat...

For today though, given the departure theme, let me give you ten sentences from Kieri’s perspective as he and his passengers head off in search of Jayce’s father …  and Kieri’s own (though he hasn’t told anyone of his plans yet).  Ten equals twelve for the date minus two for the month.

There were no long good-byes. He managed a discrete wave to Martyn and Anocka when Atyriaa wasn’t looking. When she was, she shooed the children from him as if he were virulence itself. Not once did the shadow fade from her eyes until they were secure in the ship. Then, because he knew she’d sense his Sight, he panned the family watching their departure with The Pride’s high aspect sensors.

Alaska’s Pavlof Volcano: NASA’s View from Space

And only after the ship was well beyond the atmosphere did he finally see her again. He watched a small tear that slid down her cheek, watched her whisk it away with a fingertip, watched as her expression turned soft and, if not loving, at least tender. Just as the scanners could no longer make out the details, he used his Sight, just to see her whisper “Thank you for understanding.”

But he didn’t.

Warmest regards ( especially in this sub-zero weather)  to K.L.Schwengel for herding the WIPpeteers each week.  Head over to our linky to visit us!

ROW80 Check-in

Consistency was my overarching theme for this ROWnd, and it seems o finally be happening.  Days go by, and more often than not, I’m making steady progress on most of my goals.  It may be time to step up the pace on a few.  Or, I may need to shift my focus to those few that keep hanging on, barely touched:

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences everyday, although not always fiction
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song  no progress since last week
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) on a consistent schedule check
  • maintain active sponsor participation more progress on the sponsor post (although still not done); the rest– check
  • energize myself with more physical activity relaxed Monday, solid workout yesterday
  • reclaim my writing spaceI found my desk, even removed some papers from it
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) cleared out some more emails–yeesh that stuff piles up!
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more… Mom’s Night Out with Shan Jeniah last night; visit to the “out-laws” on Sunday and a family symphony with Dan and the Boodle (Michigan Miller and the Search for the Lost Symphony) because the Boodle loves his symphonies too
  • attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) no Twitter activity at all since Saturday

So that’s it for me for now.  Time to go to the dentist and get a crown re-cemented.

Photo credits:

  • Perseid Meteor Seen From Space (NASA, International Space Station, 8/13/11) (Photo credit: NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center)
  • Alaska’s Pavlof Volcano: NASA’s View from Space (Photo credit: NASA Goddard Photo and Video)
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Chicanery — a WIPpet post

It’s Wednesday.

Cheer!

Cheer!

It’s Wednesday and a major holiday for most people, so it probably seems odd to post today.  I mean, how many people will post blogs today?  Especially WIPpets.

I’m posting.  I must.  I must post because I have a terrible tendency to forget to post if I miss a week.  Then I feel guilty, then I don’t want to post anything.  Then I…

Long story short, I need some consistency.  So, while I’m looking across our livingroom scattered as it is with the dregs of Christmas morning, decorated tree and Nutcracker on the video PC, let me give you something of a Christmas present.

Fantasia has always been on my short-list of beloved movies.  Clair de Lune has likewise been one of m favorite pieces of music.  When Disney first released Fantasia, several songs were dropped from production.  Some were even cut after filming.  Here is one of those pieces:

also…  please enjoy this amazing piece to make a White Christmas seem more real, even in areas like ours where the snow left two days ago:

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I dropped into Chapter 22 of Release for this WIPpet since I didn’t have a Chapter 44.  “Forty-four?” you say.  “What does 44 have to do with the 25th of December?”

Nothing really, save I turned 44 today.  Yep.  That’s me.  Double doubles…

I did give you 25 sentences to make up for the other weirdness.

“Fine thing to tell me now,” I growled, taking Chaz’s cigarettes off of the desk and snitching one. I fumbled a moment with my dead lighter before Chaz sighed and reached into his pocket for his. “Thanks.” I held it back out to him but didn’t release it when he reached out his hand. “Tell me something, Chaz.”

His brow rose. “Yes?”

I let go of the lighter and moved away to grab a seat by the ashtray. “Is everyone here involved in this chicanery?”

A chuckle formed at his lips and was held back barely. “Chicanery. Where’d you learn a big word like that?”

Chaz had developed evasion into an artform. I was more certain of that than I’d ever been before. Still, I winced, regretting what I’d said. Given all that had happened since our arrival, it was mad to think Chaz would have just let those things happen. He had lost as much as I had, even more than I had. Two of his own children and one of his lovers were dead. Ellen and he had lost their sister. I managed an apologetic smile. “I saw it used on the vid.”

He just nodded. “And to think some people say the thing has no redeeming value whatsoever. Go, get those errands done. I want you taking a rest around Nooning.”

Well, that’s it for today.  Hope you enjoyed the ‘pet and had a lovely holiday if you celebrate.  Blessings of goodwill and the season go with you all.

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Beyond Life — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

Cough and the Common Cold

Cough and the Common Cold (Photo credit: RobertFrancis)

Bleh!

Okay…  said it.  I feel bleh.  I have a head cold that is just draining all conscious thought from my brain.  I have a cough that won’t quit…  I feel bleh!

Sorry, had to get that out of my head.  Hope you all don’t mind.

ROW80

Long story, short story…  the whole story: I goofed off all weekend, cleaned house, played Minecraft, and had some family time.  Now I’m hip deep in editing again, have started a full story-world bible to help me get a better grasp of my secondary characters and subplots, and I’ve added another two scenes to my Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors fanfiction.

I’m behind on my sponsor duties, and I missed my Sunday post (wish I could say I was sick then, but I really was just spacing).  That’s alright.  It was about being a Grinch anyway, and who needs a downer so close to the end of the year and all the holiday buzz?

So there’s not much to say here except “let’s do a…”

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Simple maths today: 9 small paragraphs from Chapter 18 of Release:

It didn’t happen the way she’d said it would. Instead of a rush of strength outward, I was nearly crushed under the inrush of strength. For a minute I panicked, watching as Tam’s wife started to collapse against the altar, then checked myself and concentrated on blocking the channels she’d opened in my mind. As soon as the flow stopped, I rushed into the circle no longer caring if I followed the ritual or not.

Ellen looked up as I helped her from the stone to sit on the ground. “The firecall, Kieri. You have to do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I swallowed, wanting to apologize so much for messing things up. “I can’t…”

“Won’t,” she whispered. “No healer could…” She caught her breath for a second, then forced her gaze on mine. “Please, try. For me. For Kara. The words… Tyrai mishæ naityru.”

I clenched my fist for a moment, then let my gaze turn toward the altar behind us. My senses felt hyper aware. Though I was at the wrong angle to see Kara’s body laying there, I could see her. I was aware of every one of the people around us, the exact kinds of trees that circled our clearing, the rabbit that nestled with her young in a burrow several yards away. Could I do what she wanted? She said I could. But what she’d told me to say sounded totally wrong when I said it.

Mouse’s words rang in my ears about what I was. I wasn’t Dantii. Hellfires, Daryl Vestimorn had been the Andar’s son and hadn’t been talented at all. What made me think that as Alanii Vestimiir’s grandson I’d be any better? I looked apologetically at Ellen and reached into my pocket for my lighter. Maybe I wasn’t a witch like my grandfather, but I could give Kara a flame to pass her to the world beyond by more mundane means.

Reaching into my pocket made me brush the hilt of the Heir’s blade. I knew as soon as I felt it; just like before, there was a soft voice in my head.

~Nai, Kieri. Trust your instincts. Those words are not for your kind. Say rather Atarmilshiinai atarnii vashiir.~

The mind touch had felt like that of a woman, not the male one I’d heard before. For a moment, I wondered if it had been Kara’s spirit. After all, she was dead. Secrets about me that I didn’t even know would be common knowledge for anybody beyond life.

Funerals are never happy affairs, but usually they don’t come with collapsing priestesses and magic knives to add to the ambiance.  Kieri knows how to pick his venues, hm?

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