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Not Today

Any normal week, I’d be prepping my (late) WIPpet Wednesday post. This being the week between Christmas and New Years and all the chaos contained within… well, it’s not a normal week.

There’s not going to be a post beyond this little note.  Life is good, but very cold here in the wilds of Upstate NY.  The holiday “feel” has already faded some, it seems to me, though it could be the fact I’ve been spending most of my last few days reading murder mysteries (the delightful Gaslight series by Victoria Thompson and the newish Molly Murphy books by Rhys Bowen) and waiting for your son to finish his days at soccer camp. The family visits are an”in progress” affair, but we’ve made a few already.

In all, the Holidays have been what they should be… a time of change and tradition merged into one.

Hope you all are enjoying yours too!  🙂

 

 

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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.

Hope you enjoyed that piece.  If you’d like more head over to our special WIPpet linky and visit our other awesome members.  Thank you, Emily Wrayburn, for being such a gracious host.

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.

 

Take Two


It’s WIPpet Wednesday, but since a lot of us have started sharing what we are reading as well as what we are writing, I’m “sort of” jumping on that bandwagon…  Sort of, because I know there is a linky of some kind involved, and I haven’t the mental energy to look for it at the moment.  In fact, I’m not even tossing in the mental energy for a ROW80 check-in (not a real one, at least…  things are status quo…  finally breathing a little and planning my next attack while going through the goals’ list).

As for reading?  This is is…

In progress:

  • Journal of a Novel: the East of Eden letters by John Steinbeck
  • I’m really liking it so far.  I finally feel like some of the randomness of my pre-writing process in 750words is natural and normal
  • The Fall by Albert Camus
  • I’m a little over half-way through this, and while I am definitely enjoying it, I also feel the narrator is being too much intentionally obtuse.  Then…  he did like “The Game”
  • The Decomposer: Fallow by C. Sonberg Larson
  • This piece is “interesting”…  Definitely not the book I thought I was buying, and I have to confess that I think the author needed to go over it a bit longer before publication to catch the errors, but it has managed to end up getting better as goes along.  I’m about 1/2 way through this as well, though…  I do find it easy to stop reading
  • Dracula by Bram Stoker
  • This has been my “listen to” in the car book…  and it’s been a lot of fun.  After a long love of Buffy and Carmilla (one of my favorite vampire stories!) I had to check out the original.  Need to get back to it though…  file download issues.   😦

What comes next?

Ack…  The stack by the couch is huge, and that doesn’t count my Kindle and Librivox selections!  I suspect it’ll be based on whatever is due back to the library the soonest….

For now, let’s go back to the WIPpet:

The Maths

(and some context…)

The title of the post comes from the convoluted maths I tried to use. I removed the 2s from the date. So 8-10=-2 which canceled out the 2 in 2016, then coming back in the 6-1=5, so… we have not only a nice balance of subtraction coming in from each end, but we also have no twos. I kept them; two is my favorite number.

That leaves you with five… five small paragraphs from the Unnamed Story following not too far after the scene I posted last week.  We’re “in” Vant’s head now, as he’s watching his mother burn off her…  oh, probably her fourth or fifth wind by this point (the woman is so tired now she doesn’t understand how tired should feel).

Fair warning…   this piece is very “NaNoWriMo raw”:

She loved to dance more than most young women a tenth of her age.

She was wild about it too with an abandon that would exhaust most children to maintain. He’d joined her in a few dances, as had a few other patrons of the bar.

Or they’d tried to join her. One he’d stopped at the askance look she’d made before the man could ask. Another she’d smiled at, then tossed her hands up so they artfully caught her hair. One look at her pointed ears and the young man’s date dragged him away by his own round ones.

And yet, as far as he knew, dancing with a Wanderer woman was only an invitation to tryst of the woman asked you to join her. And then only during certain dances.

He’d have to ask his mother sometime. For now he just grinned at the young man whenever he saw him looking over.

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