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Five Random Words

After skipping Sunday’s post (intentionally…  see my ROW80 check-in for why), let me welcome you all back today for a different:

WIPpet Wednesday

Today, as a break from the normal WIPpet ,  I decided against convoluted maths or short sentences out of context.  Instead…

Random Words - 23I decided to choose five words out of context.  😉

Amelia mentioned in her WIPpet interview about creating her own language for her stories.  Not new news because we’d chatted a bit about it last year.  But it did remind me that I have a bad habit in my WIPpets of using terms from the world of the Swan Song series (as well as my fan fictions and Release) as if everyone knew the world as well as I do.

So, to help make things as clear as sludge, here are five random words (and phrases) from my story worlds:

Calls (also called tianei)
— a physical/psychic connection between people; there are three main Calls the varia, talia and filia (body, soul, kin) and though most people believe they are divine gifts of guidance, some histories suggest they are remnants of spells that have passed from parent to child generation upon generation, effectively cursing young people to bad marriages, thus the adage “Calls draw together, but contracts bind.”

— a family of quasi-royalty in the Antia Vale; the name means “quick handed” and was taken on by the family intentionally to poke fun at the other High Houses who considered them to be upstarts and vagrants.  It holds a second meaning for a few; a common threat in the Vale is “May the Hastor find you on a dark night.”

— a royal family in the Antia Vale; name means “Fair Winds lord” which probably comes from their history as rulers of the seacoast and the number of weather mages in their bloodline

K’via estau meil dorme
— a polite greeting from a minor to a lord wishing good health and the blessing of divinity on the receiver.  Variations in phrasing depend of the speaker, receiver etc.  The most polite form would be K’via meil estau spoken with gaze directed at the ground before one’s feet.  In Courting, Alanii meets some distant cousins who greet him more casually despite the fact they are definitely not friends.  

— actually a phrase in the “old language” of tinsii used as a curse meaning “blacksouled bastard (biological sense)bled out of a witch forbidden death”

Raise a glass in toast to K.L.Schwengel hosting this bloghop.  The WIPpeteers hang out over at this  linky; come on and visit!

ROW80 Check-in

90/365 - Just feel better *EXPLORED!*

Not much has changed since last week at about this time,  Still, here’s the overview.

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences  good progress here
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song   whole new scene take developed and drafted
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) I intentionally blew off Sunday; after reading all the amazing Beauty of a Woman Blogfest posts, commenting and even writing one of my own (plus plotting out a second for the #Girlboner thread), I felt burnt by blogging; I chose to let go for a few days–I gave myself permission to break a rule and just enjoy myself; it was wonderful
  • maintain active sponsor participation behind one check-in
  • energize myself with more physical activity  was home and flumpy and feel flumpier now 😦
  • reclaim my writing space  tossed a bunch of old marked-up drafts
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) backsliding here; I even added a new (old) game
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more…  all’s well on the Westerlo front
  • attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) nope; I’m thinking of taking this back off the list; my head is the wrong place for a lot of online stuff now

Photo credits:

  • Random Words – 23 (Photo credit: pkdon50)
  • 90/365 – Just feel better *EXPLORED!* (Photo credit: bp6316)
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Some Words Sunday from Beaver Lake Sue

For those of you who’ve never heard of Beaver Lake Sue, it’s my mother.  How she got that nickname is a story for another day.

For this post I wish to share one of her “Mommisms”, as the nascent “Mark of a Man” blogfest got me thinking about her advice to me when my son was born.

“Decide what you are willing to put up with and never compromise once you know your limits.”

It certainly CAN be

It certainly CAN be

As Mom-advice goes, I think it’s pretty much universally applicable .  It even applies to the ROW80 and the check-in I’ll be including at the bottom of this post.

Where I see it applies to the Mark of a Man comes from Julie Glover’s wonderful post, Stepping Up and Stepping Out that she did for the fest.  It comes from “guys”.

Guys are well…  guys.  Even the word sounds like a toss off.  Guh…eyezzz…

Sounds like something that gets stuck to the bottom of your shoe and doesn’t want to come off.   It doesn’t even have the faint ferocity of  girls with its token growl.  It’s a meh word about a meh attitude some meh people carry inside them about themselves and others.

Then there is the word man or men.  “Man” is decisive and firm.  There is quickness to acknowledge itself as being worthy of a title.  The plural softens just slightly, perhaps in admission to the magnification of its power.


You WILL be a man

Yes, power.  A man is powerful.  I’m not talking about muscles, though on average men do tend to build muscle better than women.   I’m talking about that sense that a real man has of being good enough for whatever task he takes on and not needing to prove his prowess to the world.

I’m not talking about Players or Casanovas or … guys.

A man isn’t perfect (no more than any woman is).  A man can’t do it all.  Point is–he knows it.  He accepts it, and he does what he can do to the best of his ability.  If he can’t commit to a woman when he’s interested, he tells her up front.   If he doesn’t know if he can, he says that too.  Honesty and sharing his feelings costs him nothing, because his personal value isn’t tied up in image.  It’s tied up in the very core of his being.

And what does all this have to do with my mom’s advice?  Just this:  I see a lot of people out there who are unhappy because they got into a relationship with someone thinking “I love so much about him/her, and I’m sure that s/he can change” (unfortunately the thing they’re hoping will change usually involves physical or emotional abuse).

Stop right there!

Go back to the beginning of the post and re-read what Mom said.   Now think about this: You cannot make a person change who they are.  You can change; they can choose to change of the own accord, but you cannot make it happen.

So decide what you’re willing to put up with, what you’ll allow to happen, and don’t compromise.  Better to say “no” to yourself now than risk hurting both of you and possibly others in the future…

Caveat emptor:  You can be surprised–we’re always growing and changing as human beings, and all may work out just fine.

This week in the ROW80

Since I didn’t have much to say on Wednesday I probably should make a more detailed report for this week’s check-in.  However, since we’re all dodging high fevers here and have been  since last Sunday there’s not much more to report.

I have managed to increase my daily average word count from 800 words to 950.  It’s not a big increase, but it is an increase.

Thursday's Child Went Far

Thursday’s Child Went Far

I’ve found, courtesy of EM Castellan, another delightful blogging/Twitter group, Thursday’s Children, that shares posts on inspiration and writing.  Despite being a “Thursday’s Child” since I was born, I’m not quite ready to join the fray (I’m learning what I am willing to deal with–I said Mom’s advice applied here too) if they’d have me.  But reading the member posts was great fun and definitely inspiring.  Well worth a visit.

The trade-off in my responsive blogging and the house sick has been that I’m still not meeting my editing goals.  I have done about three pages all week. 😦

My social media and my reading goals are in track.  My Goodreads Challenge page says otherwise, but if I keep on at this pace I will be able to add another four books in a week to my tally.  And I suspect I’ll be electing a few less page-heavy classics from the pile next.

My ROW80 fitness goals have fallen by the wayside this week.  Ick does that…  I didn’t get to the YMCA at all.  I did manage some aerobics in the house between tasks, and there has been a LOT of running up and down the stairs to deal with sick family members.

I did say when we bought our house I wanted stairs to help encourage me to be active…..

Anyway, that’s about it.  Have a great week and if you feel inclined, here is the linky for the ROW80.  How about visiting a few more of our awesome crew?

Some last notes:

  • Beaver Lake is not the commonly known one in Pennsylvania, but rather a small lake in Onondaga Cty, NY.
  • The photo of Rudyard Kipling’s “If” is credit Wikimedia Commons
  • There is a cool story behind the poem, and an article to it here

Words… words, words, words

There is a viral photo that makes its way around Facebook and Tumblr and probably every other social media site out there at least once every two or three weeks.  And it’s my turn to share it because it’s really important to me.

Always speak with consideration and purpose

This picture always jerks my heart-strings.  I’ve seen this exact expression on my little boy’s face before.  To my shame, there have been times I put it there.  I sometimes think I need to see this picture at least twice a day as personal penance for what I did to someone who deserves no less than the fullest expression of my love, but often receives my short temper and my frazzled nerves and my mental vacancy.

And because I have had my fair share of years in suffering for the words of others.  No matter how much I was told to “stop being such a baby” or to “grow up” (or the infamous “You think that hurt?  How about this?“–usually followed by some physically violent act), I know which injuries actually hurt the most and the longest.

Yesterday, my son said something on our ride home…  We’d been having a talk on respect because of an incident at school, and I was asking him how he would have felt if his father or I had done the same thing to him so he might hopefully understand how his actions were affecting others.    We seemed to have connected well at the moment, and rather than dwell on the issue, I tried to shift the conversation by pointing out a turtle I saw trying to cross the road in front of us.

“Is he* dead?”

“No.   He’s fine.  But this is a bad time for him to be crossing the road.  There’s a lot of traffic right now.”

“Did you run him over?”

“I was able to go around him, Sweetie.”

“Oh.  I hope the car behind us hits him and he dies.”

I just…  Well, a double take certain happened.  My normally gentle Boodle who still wants to cuddle and hug and sing “You are My Sunshine” with us in his little boy soprano before bedtime–how could he ever want to cause another living creature suffering?  I remembered how much he’d cried when, during a walk one day, we saw a dead rabbit along the road once, and he needed a huge hug.

And so I had to ask him again.  ‘How would he have felt if either his father or I, or any of his school mates, said that about our kitty Stimpy or about one of us….  Did he really think that was a kind thing to say?’

And maybe I tried to make my point too hard, because I saw that expression.  And he woke up last night from a bad dream, because he was sorry that he’d hurt the turtle, and he hoped it didn’t get hit.

Since I didn’t drive him into school today, I didn’t have a chance to see if the turtle did survive.  I confess, I’m rather glad.  What has happened, has happened.  And if I’d driven, I know the Boodle would have asked.  He does things like that.

*Yes, I know the turtle was very likely a female looking for a place to nest, but it seemed silly to argue semantics at the time

Now, for my ROW80 check-in:

Most anything I have to report fits into the SNAFU category.  Nothing particularly wrong.  Stuff is getting done, slowly.  I’ve actually made some great progress on my reading so that’s a bonus I had not expected.  It just feels like things are stagnating.

I’m experiencing a lot of personal resistance to the editing process for Release.  There is a part of myself that so desperately wants to just let the project die, and there is also that part that wants to do something with it.  I’m plying my mental energy on other projects while I try to figure out what I want to do.  I’m starting to think, if I am going to use it, a full rewrite may be in order, as well as a whole restructuring of all three parts of Parvenu (that Release is the first piece of–or rather used to be ).

Beyond that, I could go into specifics about the number of pages typed, the words explored…  Instead, here’s a link to my goals this ROWnd.  I’m ahead of everything except number of words of “new story”, and I’m not too far behind on that, even if it’s all in the wrong story.

So, any other ROWers here?  How’d your week go?

If you aren’t a ROW80 member and would like to see the blogs of some of our other amazing writers, here’s a linky for this check-in.  And here is a link to the main Round of Words in 80 Days for more on this writing challenge.

And lastly, here is one of my favorite Madonna songs: Words  because they DO matter.