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Falling Backward

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Lots of news today (check-in below the WIPpet).  The best?  After I’d finally set up the main route for my trip to the UK later this Spring, I got in touch with some former WIPpeteers (and a few ROWers too)… and there are visits happening!  While we don’t get to see their works in progress anymore, we’ve stayed in touch on Facebook (and the Boodle has been avidly reading Kate Frost’s Time Shifters a second time in anticipation of going to some of the locations in the story).

It’ll be fun to go back to Warwick.  Though I think of the castles I saw in England, Kenilworth or Dover were my favorites.  Or maybe….

They say that these ruins of the Bridgnorth Castle lean more than the Tower of Pisa

They say that these ruins of the Bridgnorth Castle lean more than the Tower of Pisa

Ooh.. must move on.  Though, if you want to enjoy more English Castles, there is The Castle Lady and her great blog.  Next up…

WIPpet of the week

Still sticking with the Unnamed story, because so little else except classwork seems to be able to find space in my mind of late.  I’ve been very busy, but not feeling much like things are getting done…

Simple, boring maths for the day… Fifteen sentences for the 15th of May, and they again, follow right on the heels of last week’s post:

Alanii noticed as much what the man had not said as what he had. Without betraying the Hastor secret, Ytramli had betrayed it fully. He joined Valmara in giving the man a glower.

Lan shored Ytramli’s point in returning it.

At least Alanii was wise enough to not raise his voice when his cousin rejoined with “what’s more important here? A secret that everyone knows or protecting the woman willing to sacrifice herself to allow Val the delusion that it’s still one?”

“Among us? Atyriia is of—”

Alanii broke off at the sound of a collapse, followed by a cry of “Siera!” from down the hall. He knew by the sounds, the clatter of keys and the near silent step, that it involved Valistii, but friendship or not, he knew better than go to his friend’s aid. As host, Valmara could act, but since the Hastor Heir was still considering his drink, Alanii couldn’t even justify sending Lan or Ytramli to check on his officer.

He shared a momentary look of concern with his cousin and Lan, then after another taste of his pipe, took back the lighter from the table and re-lit it. Down the hall, he heard Valistii getting help of some kind. He’d know what kind soon enough. It was enough to know that the man felt he needed help.

And that’s about it.  Why don’t you head on over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Thanks to Emily Witt for graciously hosting our little bloghop.  I know exactly what work she does to keep us going, and it’s definitely appreciated.


Again, not much writing being done.  The serious work on my plate keeps getting bumped in the simple need to wind down after a bunch of classwork and general ‘keep functioning’ chores and errands.  Not to mention lots of snow to shovel and shifting sleep schedules (in hopes of saving some of the jetlag I know will occur when we cross The Pond), I’ve been beat and feeling decidedly uncreative of late.

Ideas are simmering however.  Because of the research involved in my classes and the incredible discussions that I’ve had with some of my classmates in our study group (the Adventurous Teals, a name that just tickles my fancy, since teal is my favorite color), a more and more complete image of the world in my stories is developing.  I had (or, at least, like to think I had) a decent grasp on my main characters for the last few years, but now I’m seeing how the supporting characters fit into the world, how the secondary characters got to the places they did, and how the world could have evolved into the society it did.

And I’m looking seriously at Australia

As for the rest of my goals, the only one I’ve maintained any progress on (well, except the England trip plans) is maintaining the ROW80 website.  I’m finding more and more places that need tweaking there.  Kait was definitely thorough when she planned her conversion to the ROW80 becoming a Facebook only group.  That it didn’t exactly work that way isn’t so much of a hassle as a bit of a regret.  I wish I’d spoken up sooner about taking over the website maintenance.  I like being part of the challenge (though I was never much good at sponsor posts), and this is one area where I actually feel capable of doing stuff.

That’s progressing now, however.

Lastly, though I didn’t post a check-in on Sunday from the Garden of Delights, I did start setting some things in motion there to merge these two blogs into one.  In fact, I wrote a post…  or rather a page.  It’s not posted yet, since I’m still working out logistics, but it’s a step forward.

There’s more, lots of piddly bits and curiosities.  I’m drowning in a sea of wonder and curiosity with my classes, a delightful, yet terrifying feeling, and thinking about the trip keeps intervening…  in a nice way.  I like how planning days is coming out (colored index cards for each locale with possible day trips on each—built in flexibility for weather, visits and plain old exhaustion), but all these preparations take headspace.  And that seems in short supply these days…

One Line and a Whine

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Actually, it’s Thursday, and really, I’m only posting this now because it’s better than throwing things at my computer (the computer didn’t do anything wrong, WordPress did, but I can’t actually hurt WordPress from my desk, I can my keyboard).

There…  whining out of the way.  Now to the WIPpet.

Just a short one today.  One small paragraph (WIP maths: 7/7=1) in the same Unnamed Story in the same scene as the last two of my WIPpet Wednesday posts.

At least that had an easy answer. “It was Val’s idea, Alanii. They are Hastor.”

If that intrigues you feel free to check other posts I’ve made in the Unnamed Story.  And for more of this sort of fun… head on over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Muchas Gracias to Emily Witt for hosting the bloghop in the middle of all the cray-cray life seems to be throwing lately.

Fireworks from Saturday at the Waterford Steamboat Festival

Fireworks from Saturday at the Waterford Steamboat Festival

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.