With apologies to the Awesome Rachel Also Writes for stealing her creation of Wursday (a term that describes blogging for Wednesday on following Thursday)…. here I am, a day late for my WIPpet and ROW80 check-in.
I need to get into the ‘Pet and the check-in pretty quick as today has been booked pretty full. So was yesterday… and tomorrow is looking stuffed as well. But I just had to share this through I Fucking Love Science: it matters to me because I have characters for whom old wine might be near as fresh as the stuff bottled a few years ago. Of course, thinking about that made me wonder how much old wine and alcohol would be found on Acaria and Tralan. It’s not like people would die and secrets forgotten as happens so much with us, at least not as often. It would happen, but usually a person in my stories can go and find someone who “was there” to talk… for the right incentives.
Stuff like this makes being a writer so much fun.
I even found a possible scientific explanation of WHY my characters go through the process of Pause and Renewal that gives them such long lifespans (and why it might not always work right) in this IFL post as well as this piece by a wonderful local science writer friend, Ricki Lewis PhD. If you’re interested in genetics at all, read her books. Ricki brings you into the process and insights of researchers working on all the cool discoveries you see in the news these days as well as what possible ethical ramifications of such research can hold for people. And her books are fun to read too.
Continuing along the thread of genetics, I chose today’s five brief paragraphs from the Was Long Variation. My present (main) WIP is the Swan Song series, but I’m always adding to the many subplots and threads of both the Was Long Variation and the Dots, my two fanfic stories (yes, one started as a variation of the other, thus its name). Five for the two and three from April 23rd…. I kind of delayed this post intentionally so I could do that.
Audric had begun to avail himself of the comp viewer next to his seat and was looking over the records on cryogenic resuscitation. His expression hovered between grim and thoughtful. The man turned to him. “Your people don’t seem to have much info on cryonic suspension. I find no references for your own people. How did you initially manage deep space travel without it? Colony ships?”
Alanii was tired enough that the effort to maintain his reserve didn’t seem worth the effort. He chuckled. “You mean before we discovered warp gates and hyperspace?” When the scientist nodded, he shrugged. “By being very bored. Very, very bored.”
The human looked at him askance. “If I’m prying into state secrets, you could just tell–“
Before the man could finish, he raised a hand to interrupt. A thousand blessings to a wise Goddess who gave all Her children common gestures to ease communication across their species. “You aren’t prying. There is no more than that. Ask Vartanian if you want more detail. He flew a few of those initial scouting missions.”
Their guests all turned, first to look at his officer, then back to him. Alanii sighed. He hated explaining simple biological facts to offworlders. No matter what words he used, somehow he always ended up feeling as if he was somehow wrong and unnatural for being what he’d been born. He tossed a lick of Code to Vartanian. -Explain it. I’m tired.-
Last week I was a bad mousie and forgot to give proper accolades and ovations to the Queen of Flying Monkeys and other Wednesday awesome stuff (like the WIPpet). From her place at My Random Muse, K.L.Schwengel hosts our weekly bloghop. She’s on hiatus for a bit, but you can find the rest of us here.
Seriously, it is all good. Despite being a bit frazzled yesterday, I managed to keep on target for all my goals. If this holds up for a week, I’ll probably add some others that have hung in the wings, waiting their turn.
Write every day… I’ve managed well over a minimum of 750 these last few days. We’ll see what happens with the next few as I can’t be at my computer as often.
Spending time with my characters…. I got double value on this lately. If I’d chosen to focus just on writing one story at a time, I doubt that things would be as good. It helps me to spend some time rereading alternate pieces involving the same characters or worlds; even if the stories are imposingly divergent, they spark ideas.
Push-ups… I’m up to eight good ones… or rather, I managed 8 good ones at my karate promotion last night. Yep… a nice pretty new blue belt, all for me. The Boodle received his Green Belt and advancement into the senior class. Either way it means new katas and defenses and kicks and… that’s not including weapons training. I still need to perfect this kata for that class:
That’s it for me this week. If you’d like to meet other ROWers, have a peek at the new linky.