Did It?: Generations (KIC#2) for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

After tooting my horn about visiting everyone last week, guess how many folks I got to this week?

None. I’m sorry. Life, y’know?

Last Wednesday, for me, was a sustained preparation for travel – blogposts, writing, lawn mowing, laundry, cleaning, packing, loading – and trying to do most of it while keeping quiet, because the kids were both on a nocturnal schedule. That helped out, later, because I was able to leave them with a list of what still needed to be done.

I didn’t get to bed until 5am, and didn’t really sleep until after 6 (I don’t sleep well when I’ve got something major happening the next day); I did use breathing meditation to rest and relax. I was up again at 8:30am. Thursday was a travel day, Friday was spent by the pool; Saturday was Mom/Daughter Inside Out, more time by the pool, and Art All Night  in Trenton, followed by hours of chatter, laughter, and The Cape of Mirthiness while a thunderstorm shook the skies. Sunday morning, Sylvia’s husband (another Jim; that’s a good name for a husband!) and I took the girls back to the festival, because the boys didn’t want to go, and Sylvia was nursing a headache. Then – you guessed it, more time by the pool – organizing, packing, and loading the car, and Sunday dinner. And then, a second five hour drive…

The Cape of Mirthiness! (Yup, things get strange in the way-wee hours!). Photo by Sylvia Woodman.

I managed to get my blogposts written, a little writing and plotting done, and some revision notes taken…what I didn’t manage to do much of was get around to do blog visits, because the real-time visit took precedence. I wanted to get around Monday and Tuesday, but the grass grew insanely in the days we were gone, so I mowed again, unpacked, and played catchup with my own husband named Jim, furry family, and with writing-stuffs…

Not with blog visits, though….

I’ll do better, this week. I’m not traveling more than an hour or so from home, and I’ve got a Plan – really, I do. Or, at least, I think I have a pla –

And now, on to the WIPpet-stuffs!

I’m nearly four-fifths of the way through my 50,000 word JuNoWriMo  target, and GenerationsKifo Island Chronicles #2.  is nearing Act Three – as a matter of fact, I might cross that threshold before I sleep. I’m looking forward to finishing. It’s a goal met, after all, and I’ve got a slightly bittersweet romance coming up next, and then a return to my Trueborn series – it feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve played on Aletris, and it’ll be good to get back…

Also, this has been a difficult novel to draft. Important, at least for me personally, but difficult. Today’s snippet might give a better clue as to why…

Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?

In this snippet, Airisu has run away, after a violent and confusing incident with Howard. She’s attempting to stay hidden, and to make some sense of what’s happened…

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is June 24, 2015.
  • I subtracted the digits of the month and the year from the date. (24-6-2-0-1-5=11).
  • Eleven sentences today.

Did It?

Airisu huddled in the sweet-smelling dried grasses, and bit her lip so that she wouldn’t cry at the pain of her underpants sticking to the broken welts on her backside. She had seen and heard the johns do things like this to Hahaoya, and heard her crying in the shower, trying to hide. She knew how such sounds could travel, and so she wouldn’t make them, no matter how much it hurt…

Why had he done those things?

Because he was a john.

Did that make her what Hahaoya had been forced to be? She could still hear his voice, that rough ugly whisper in the calm of the room, the words twisted by the strange way he spoke.

“So that makes you a whore, understand?”

Did it?

Hahaoya had never said so – but Hahaoya hadn’t said many things that were so, and had said maybe as many that weren’t.

She’d said they would be safe, if she married Howard, and that they could trust him.

Will Airisu be discovered? Will she be safe? Will she find understanding?

Maybe most importantly, what exactly happened between Airisu and Howard…and what affect will it have, on them both?

I’ll be posting the next few lines from this scene for #8sunday,  if you’d like more. There might also be a SoCS post from Generations on Saturday. And then I think I’ll move on to WIPpeting something more cheerful…or maybe not cheerful, but with different, less personally repugnant darkness…

And, for all you Trip and T’Pol fans: they’ve been fairly quiet, of late, mostly just offering me little glimpses of their lives and snippets of dialogue. My Story A Day May 2015 stories are now all linked, rated, and summarized for your reading delight and convenience. Come to The IDIC Romance,  browse for a favorite or two, binge-read them all, or meander here and their – it’s all up to you!

You’re welcome to come play, your way!

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets? Hop along with the little blue froggy; assorted WIPpetty lily-pads to choose from, and writers eager to hear from you! =D


    • Thank you, Rachel. It’s not been an easy story to write, but it’s better to write it than to have it rolling around in my head…

      I’m nearly finished, now, and most of the ickiest stuff has happened. There’s still the aftermath, which is significant, but not as triggering for me.

      I’ll be so happy to get to the end of this one!

        • Yes. Just that. Two resolution scenes to go, now…and then it’s done. Hoping to get it wrapped up by midnight….just over 23 hours left, but other projects going on, too…so we’ll have to see…

  1. “Cape of Mirthiness.” LOL! I love it.

    What a heartbreaking snippet. Loved this line: “but Hahaoya hadn’t said many things that were so, and had said maybe as many that weren’t.” It makes me sad that this little girl is already world-wise enough to know that.

    Writing triggering stuff is so hard. You definitely have my empathy. When I wrote Passing on Faith, the hardest scene to write was Micah being triggered by sitting in church. Just sitting. I recreated an actual experience. Weirdly, it wasn’t until a few weeks at a new church—when we’d decided to stick around instead of just visiting—that I had a massive anxiety attack. (Yes, I know church is not a required activity, but it is and has been a large part of my life for 25 years, and I wanted to be there.) Writing the experience was cathartic, but it was draining and triggering as well. I suppose this is one down side to being a writer.

    • It must be hard to be triggered by something that’s so important to you. I hope you have a perfect-for-you, non-triggering church as part of your life, now. ❤

      I'm trying to bracket the writing of triggering scenes with happier things, like Capes of Mirthiness, and walks with my best girl, music and cleaning things…so far, it's keeping me from sinking too deeply into the Quagmire of Ick that is Howard…it's taking longer than I'd hoped, but I will be done by July (my trickiest month, emotionally, for Reasons – Big Reasons). And, although Foul Deeds Will Rise and Sea Changes aren't all lighthearted fluff, the shadowy places aren't nearly as ugly as Howard is….

      The upside is that we, as writers, do get the chance to have these catharses, and maybe, in writing them, help others…at least, that's what i tell myself when it's starting to suck me in….

      • Church no longer has the same triggering effect, but I doubt I could go back to the one we came from. I suppose it was a form of exposure therapy, and going with my family made it safe enough. Plus the people there are so welcoming.

        It’s definitely good to intersperse with good stuff, especially during the hardest times. I feel pretty fortunate. When I sent the tough part of the novel to my betas, I thought I was past having it affect me so deeply. But I inadvertently triggered one of my betas, and we kept passing that back and forth during editing. I’m lucky I had another author friend to cry with when it was super hard. She was incredibly supportive and gave me safe space.

        Capes of Mirthiness and walks with favorite girlies are absolutely among the best self-care. In our house, because all of us are “word people” in one way or another, we redirect our brains playing Mad Libs.

        • I’m glad you have ways to cope. It helps so much. Coping mechanisms were not something I was given the freedom of, growing up. I therefore don’t mess with the ones the kids develop, and I’ve learned a LOT from them!

          Here’s to healing, even when it’s hard!

    • I think the hardest was the scene that led to Airisu asking these questions. That was the most triggering I’ve ever had from any fiction I’ve ever written, with the possible exception of a couple of scenes that deal with infant mortality, which get me on a whole other level (and which we’re too close to July for me to think about for long, so moving on…).

      The cape and hat were rather inspired….and it’s possible that I didn’t sleep much, over the weekend! =)

  2. Without much more context than we’ve been given, it’s impossible to think anything but the worst here, and yet… somehow I don’t think even that’s enough to cover the horror of it.

    • The horror, for her, isn’t what it would be for many people. Which doesn’t make it less, just different…still terrifying to her…

    • I want to scoop this poor little girl right up out of this story. It’s not going to be easy to wait for things to evolve the way they’re going to…she’s triggering ALL my maternal instincts.

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