But Also to Live: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.

Last week, I was for once running early. This week…well, it’s a different story.

I wanted to do this Sunday – but I had other blogging to do, and was tired all day, and my Accomplice didn’t have to work, so…

I wanted to do this Monday, but I was tired, and I worked on homeschool reports and watched Enterprise, and my Accomplice and I went to work out, and he spontaneously invited me out for dinner, so…

I wanted to do this yesterday, but (you guessed it), I was tired, and my Accomplice went back to work, and I took my daughter to the homeschool community center 40 minutes from home, and then I worked on the reports again, and (you probably guessed this, too) watched Enterprise, so…

And now it’s Wednesday. I was up very early, and took my daughter to do a bit of shopping to provision her for a two day sleepover at her best friend’s (and to get me some winter boots, because the ones I bought last year were too tight, so I gave them to her, and I was still wearing my mesh summer shoes, and I do not wear socks, and my feet were COLD!). I came home just before my Accomplice left for work, and my boy and I are here alone this evening, honoring our sister-sleepover tradition of watching videos together. We just watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, which I had never seen, but he was sure I’d love (umm, since it stars Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Filion, both of whom I have chaste happily-married-mom crushes on, yeah; but it’s good enough that it could have just about starred anyone and made me happy, because Joss Whedon!). Next up is Dead Poets’ Society, because he’s never seen Robin Williams in a dramatic role, he’s a sensitive soul, and I think he’ll dig the Shakespeare, the rebellion, and the layers (my boy is 15, and a thinker, and he loved attending A Midsummer Night’s Dream, so…).


I hope to have this posted before local midnight, but my boy doesn’t enjoy watching videos with me while I tap away at the keyboard with a laptop screen in front of my face. So I’m going to set this aside for a bit, tend to the laundry, nurture my relationship with the most amazing teen I know, and then come back to this…

So…here I am, movies done, bonding deepened, and free to do my own things…like get this posted.


What’s up with you? Maybe read Ava’s snippet, and then tell me! =D

We’re back to Ava Garcia in Sea Changes.

Ava grew on me during the writing of her story. She was a constant revelation. Her struggle is compelling. For me, it goes beyond the issue of whether people should be allowed to choose the manner of their death. She encapsulates my personal attitudes about how children deserve to be treated. It’s an honor to share her voice with you!

The Premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?


This passage has been rough-edited (trust me, you don’t want to see the muddled-beyond-hope original version! My plan is to begin creating a more structured revision plan once the 24 scenes pass through my local crit group (which isn’t happening, at the moment. Post NaNo, I expect to pick up steam for the next few months.)

Your input is gratefully accepted, and might go a long way toward making this a better novel!


Ava was dreaming of drowning, and woke to find Donovan helping her through a nosebleed.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 30, 2016

  • I‘ve got 14 sentences todayI added the digits of the day, month and year: 1+1+3+0+2+0+1+6=14except that it doesn’t, but I don’t care, because I’ve already picked my snippet, and I’m not changing it!

But Also to Live

“That’s better,” Donovan said. “The bleeding’s slowed down a little. Do you want me to call the paramedics? They’re much better trained for medical emergencies than I am.”

“No!” Ava started to struggle, to try to escape, to break the surface, because she’d come to Kifo not only to die, but also to live..

“All right.” Donovan didn’t try to stop her from moving, but he supported her, so that she found herself eased back into her chair. “It’s your choice, Ava.”

The certainty in his words and his pale eyes soothed her to stillness. “My parents never thought so,” she said, in a voice choked with dripping blood and gratitude.

“That’s not how it works, here, Ava. How you live and die is your choice – isn’t that why you fought so hard to get here?” He gingerly peeked beneath a soft cloth he held against her nose – the thing, maybe, that had made her dream she was drowning.

Will the nosebleed stop?

Is it really Ava’s choice?

Has she won her freedom too late?

Has she won it at all?

Next week, we’ll learn a little more.

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  1. This sounds like a killer nose bleed! I’ve been called to a couple in my capacity as work first aid officer, they are not fun. I still love Donovan, and I also liked getting a little more of Ava’s mind set, through the comment about her parents.

    • I’m funny. I like to read about bad boys, but I write (and have always fallen in love with) good guys. Donovan? He’s one of my favorites. His attitude toward his albinism comes from two people in my life, and it makes me happy to remember them, blended together and swirled up into this fascinating good guy.
      I’m glad he’s there for Ava – and that she’s there for him….for reasons that are yet to be revealed (but I should be looking for betas by the end of 2017 (hint, hint!)

  2. Hah! I love your narrative of how this post came to be. 🙂 It’s quite the accomplishment! I’m in awe of your ability to even remember why it didn’t get written when planned. Usually, when life just happens, I have trouble figuring out why the stuff I wanted done didn’t get done. 😛
    Poor Ava. 😦

    • What’s funny is that I didn’t get it posted until Thursday, anyway. My website interface was acting funny and wouldn’t let me do stuff. Probably the mess of open tabs that were pushing critical density…
      I’m blessed (cursed?) with a very good memory. Not that it really helps me at times like this, but at least I know what I was doing instead, and that it’s not going to slow down for the next few days…tomorrow I pick up Lise, take her to buy winter outerwear (in layers, because she’s hotblooded). In the evening, Miah and I are going to a screening of Hamilton’s Albany at the Albany Institute of History and Art. Saturday is the homeschool holiday party; I think Lise and I are going. Sunday is our weekly write-in, and I just found out that our Y is hosting a free 3 week meditation workshop on Sunday afternoons, and I want to go….
      On the plus side, once the bustle of this week simmers down, we may be heading toward hibernation mode….
      And then I shall write. And revise. And do All The Wordy Things….BWHAHA!

    • I forgot to say (what was that about my memory?!) that Ava is at least lucky to have Donovan with her.

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