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What to Post Wednesday

wippetwednesday_zps53e803c0Given these past two weeks, I have to confess, I don’t know what to say for this WIPpet Wednesday/ROW80 check-in post.  I mean, I guess I have something to post since I did “some” writing this week (and being the 1st, I don’t need to post much), but it’s been a very distracting week.

I even missed my Sunday check-in at The Garden of Delights.  I was out a computer due to a stress-induced click when lag and bother (and being overtired) got to me and I welcomed in some nasty ransomware.  Though it did mess up my old computer some, I was lucky that most of my personal files (I did lose one picture) were not corrupted.

So…  I have a new (old) computer now.  Actually, I’ve had it since August but had been too busy to clear off the desk and set it up.  Nothing like being inspired…  😦

ROW80LogocopySo that, plus the huge distraction of plotting travel routes and hotels for the upcoming trip to England… not to mention all the wild crazies in the world of politics and some Boodle-things with his school, meant I got very little done on my ROW80 goals.  I don’t even need to use the checklist.  We can leave it as…  Try Again Next Week.


And for the WIPpet…  an easy one, after all.  When I am distracted, I write in my Unnamed Story and just blather into the page.  Here’s one paragraph, with minor edits for readability from that WIP.  It follows just a few paragraphs down from last week’s entry.

Alanii gave the man a cocked brow. “It will hardly damage her reputation among us. We know why she made the offer. It will help her status among the other Houses, since she’ll finally be acting both as a dutiful wife and in a manner that they see befitting a priestess—.”

Just a short one today. If you’re interested in participating in either the ROW80 or the WIPpet, head over to our linkies and join in:  the ROW80 and  the WIPpet.   And thank you all for continuing to make these challenges fun.

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Trying Something New

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to start back up with both my blogs this year, and after some thought, I’d seriously considered shutting this one down to focus on The Garden of Delights (my “name” blog).   With so much going on lately though, I realized I need an outlet that’s me, but not me.

So, I’m back again with some small “what I’d been plotting for Wednesday” offerings (at least things I’d been plotting before the internet and searching things to do in England just sucked me in for two days straight).  It’s been over ten years since I was there last, and so much has changed, both there and in my life.  This trip, instead of with my husband, will be the Boodle and I, for three weeks of touring and experiencing.  It’s a bit daunting, but magnificent as well.

And speaking of magnificent…  my husband forwarded me THIS in my Twitter feed the other day:

Our Sun in decreasing wavelengths from left to right.

Our Sun in decreasing wavelengths from left to right.

That image definitely got me thinking about how we see our world.  I write fantasy world stories and some science fiction.  What if someone’ eyes didn’t see things in the visible spectrum we as human so often do?  How would the world look to them?  They certainly wouldn’t perceive color the way we did.  They might not, given that more of their senses were probably different enough from ours, feel things the way that we do.

This sort of world where such a small difference—the change between red light or blue light (both part of our visible spectrum)—can reveal layers we could have only imagined.  Look at the last quarter of that image, on the far right, and consider those wave-like features (ultraviolet radiation, if what I’ve read is correct).  Now imagine that sort of energy related to communication in an alien species?

Oh, the possibilities!

And, of course, there are plenty more views to consider.  Here is a link to another picture of a similar type of thing on NASA’s website, with an explanation of why this sort of research is done.


Next thing I’d like to share with you since this was intended to be a Wednesday post (dang you, Internet, for being so delightfully distracting 😉 ) is a WIPpet Wednesday snip of fiction.

We have what-would-have-been Wednesday the 25th of January…  so seven paragraphs (2+5)  minus one for the month.  Six short paragraphs…

I’m dragging this piece my Unnamed Story, which is pretty much always a Work In Progress (WIP).  I keep the notebook next to me for whenever I am having too much trouble thinking of what comes next in my main WIP (a restructuring of Courting the Swan Song).

Valmara reached over and started filling another round of drinks. There was a set to the younger man’s face. His dark gaze rounded their group. Alanii wondered if he might also be thinking about Valistii’s continued absence. Then the man downed his newly poured glass sharply and fell back into his chair.

“She’s going to sleep with all of you—” The man grimaced. “Or is that all of us?” The edge of his voice spoke horror as well as disbelief and awe.

Unsure of how he should answer the young man, he hesitated. While he considered his words, Ytramli and Lan glanced from Valmara to him then to each other.

Well, it's not

His cousin’s expression changed to a dreading knowing. The man’s mouth twitched, opening twice and closing in silence. Finally he reached for the lighter and took several abrupt puffs. At last the man groaned out something that resembled words.

Alanii just nodded. Since it had sounded to him like the man had said “she’s mad” he had to agree.

Lan hadn’t been far behind Ytramli in realizing what they were trying to not discuss. The older man mouthed the cigar he held still unlit. His expression seemed thoughtful. At last he shrugged. “Technically she should, but perhaps your priest will excuse you and she from that rite. Though I question your priest’s wisdom in selecting her.”

As always, if you enjoy what you see, or if you’d like to participate, head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Emily Witt, thank you for continuing to be our gracious host. 😀

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.

For those of you who love seeing into the minds of writers and sampling their upcoming work, why not click on the WIPpet linky to visit some our other awesome members? Merci beaucoup, notre chère Emily Witt, for being our gracious hostess.