“165 Hours Before” WIPpet Wednesday 7/19

Things are becoming complex again in my life. My Anna has major surgery scheduled on August 7th, my SSDI hearing (2 1/2 years in the making) is August 10th, and our youngest child son leaves for college on August 18th, so all the preparations are time consuming… doctor’s appointments, medical records assemblage, and shopping for college freshman dorm needs. The list keeps growing.

Thank goodness we’ve a wonderful family/ support system surrounding us.

We like our quiet life to be uninterrupted, so several major events in one month will prove stressful. But, then again, this is life, and it certainly beats the alternative.

Here’s my math for 07/19/2017

71 + 201 + 7 + 9 +1 = 282 words from Chapter 3 “165 Hours Before.”

The setup: Etain receives a well-deserved respite from her children and enjoys the company of her ottonol, Amna Dresh.

     This feels so good. Merch and Amna’s apartment’s solarium was the only place left Etain could bask naked. Gno’ Alywards needed their sun— but the humidity here on Takran! Etain breathed deep and stretched her arms toward the afternoon sun, glad Amna had turned up the dehumidifier for her. Etain had been alone for two hours, something a mother of eight never managed without assistance.

     “That dark skin of yours positively glows with purple undertones after a good basking.” Amna leaned against garden door. She was a match for Stra height and fight-wise, but she was older, the palace’s retired guard captain, Merch’s personal guard, her adviser, and her lover of over twenty years. Even so, she’d been Etain’s ottonol and chief she-beast wrangler for even longer. But more than anything, Amna was Takla, one of the final generation. She wasn’t angered by the repopulation of her home world by other species. It was time to let go, she said, and Takran would be in good hands. “Ready for a bath?”

     Etain appreciated the way her ottonol’s sarong hung just so at her hips, revealing the curves of her muscular upper body. “That sounds wonderful.” Then she noticed the lascivious smile spreading across Amna’s face. “You have run that tub for two.”

     “Three, actually. Remember how big it is?” Amna took Etain’s hand in hers, pulling her from the lounger. “I’ve opened a bottle of good colony red for you.”

     “Thank you. Does this mean Merch is on her way?”

     “She’ll be here soon.” Amna stepped back to admire her. “Some things never change.”

     “Please. I have given birth seven times with two cesareans. I did not look anything like this when we first met.”

     “Scars mean strength and those tattoos…” Amna held open the bathroom door. “None of us look like we did, but that’s as it should be.” She pulled off her sarong, stepped into the tub, and extended her hand. “Come here, Tsunami Woman. Let’s make some waves before our time together slips away.”

Catch up by reading:

1) “Aftermath” 

2) “More from Aftermath”

3) “Finishing Aftermath” 

4) “168 Hours Before”


 

* WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet Math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that

 

14 thoughts on ““165 Hours Before” WIPpet Wednesday 7/19

  1. Alone time should never be taken for granted, no matter how many children there are(I have 2 in the middle of summer vacation. I soak in any quiet time I can get). And I love that last line.

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    • I have three children, all grown now, but I valued my alone time, fleeting though it was. It helped me retain my sanity when all else seemed to fail. And Amna Dresh is not one to mince her words with Etain or anyone else.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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    • My mother comes from a family of seven, so I have some sense… sense enough to make certain I didn’t that many myself.

      Thanks for the feedback.

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  2. Mine are 13 and almost 16 now – and I have more free time than I used to, by a long shot. But I remember those little-kid years. We homeschool, so there wasn’t much in the way of respite – and, when they were very small, I demanded more of them than they could provide, which led to stress for us all…

    I love that these three are going to get some time in the tub…although I found the description to be a bit distracting from the action. I imagine it’s one of those things that works better in context.

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    • I home schooled my eldest two for a couple of years and my youngest from grade seven up… when a kid gets sick, schools aren’t always cooperative. And I’m saying this as a former secondary level teacher.

      As for the flow in this piece… therein lies the problem with world building in a social Sci-Fi series. There’s a certain amount you must reintroduce in every novel inside the series, like it or not, so new readers don’t become lost. This is actually one of the few parts in the novel where it slows…balancing backstory early in the novel can be a real PIA.

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    • Amna to Etain in the first novel in the series: “You rolled me like a big wave and tore me to shreds, Tsunami Woman.” – That’s where the nick name comes from. 🙂

      Glad you liked the snippet.

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  3. Love the snippet, and Etain’s nickname 🙂
    I don’t have any children and I enjoy my alone time very much. Secretly, I am love weekends when there are no plans. It means more time to write, read, and work on my other hobbies.
    Seems like it is a busy time for you. Hope you are able to get everything sorted out. Remember to take care of your body and have enough rest 🙂

    Cheers,
    Sophie

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    • Those days of solace and peace do come back when the kids get older. Etain simply isn’t there yet.
      And we’ll work our way through the life kinks one day at a time. Some days though…. *head to wall* meh. It’s like wading through quicksand.
      Take care!

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      • One day at a time is the way to go. One day it will all be behind you 🙂

        Haha, that is why I am hesitant to have kids! I love kids and I will eventually want to have them, but I feel like I will never have true freedom again for a long, long time… How am I supposed to publish a book when I have a full-time job and a kid on my plate? =/

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