M.L. Skye's Blog, page 28
August 23, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Good for the Soul
We're almost to the end of August and it's been a month. I'm glad we're closing in on the last quarter of the year. 2020 definitely provided a roller coaster ride. And we're not quite through yet.
Had a solid week of work and reorganizing. Made some terrific progress on the office clean out. Got two of my six bookcases put together and shredded a bunch of old stuff I don't need to keep anymore. I still have a buttload of shredding to do but progress is progress.
Got a little bit of viewing done this week, mostly Danger Manepisodes. I wanted to finish season three then realized there are only two episodes of season four. I'm disappointed.
I also did a couple of marathon viewings on Ovation. The morning mysteries are a lot of fun and the Monday block of A Place to Call Homeis pretty good also. I also caught Partners in Crime, which ended up being better than I thought.
That's pretty much it for television. Tonight's post is from Good for the Soul, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Dex Thurgood has ideals he upholds and wants to keep it that way. But when he's forced to confront a sinister underground trade leader, he has to face his darker nature to bust up the extortion racket, which won't be easy because Ramsey Markum knows one of Dex's deeply buried secrets. Lana Denman steps up to help Dex deal with the fallout of not being perfect.
And a sneaky peek…
Sitting in the transport, Dex observed Leon's open-mouthed awe as the child stared intently out the window. Amazed at his resilience, he seemed to have bounced back from the last few days relatively unscathed. Dex hoped the arrangements he’d made for Darcene and her son were part of the something good. The duo would head to Queen City where Darcene would oversee helping other families in the same situation as hers. Darcene unbuckled her safety harness and moved to the seat next to him. "You haven't said much and I didn't want to ask in front of Leon, but Ramsey's dead isn't he?" Dex slid his gaze toward her and nodded. "Yeah." He adjusted the straps on his restraint.She placed her hand on his forearm. "I'm sorry. For dragging you into this, for telling him about Erica, for, well, everything. You trusted me and I let you down." "No, you didn't. Markum already knew about Erica. Used to be in business with her father back when he kept a foot in the legitimate world." Clearly surprised, Darcene commented. "I still gave him the information. Or at least confirmed it." Dex shook his head. "Look. You didn't have much choice. I get that." He looked back at Leon again. "Don't be twisted up over it." His driver gave him a heads-up. "Arriving in five, sir."Dex motioned for Darcene to strap in again. He settled back and listened to the driver request clearance. When they entered the base, Darcene held Leon's hand along with the boy's small overnight bag. It contained the medication that put Darcene in dire financial straits and prompted her to work off the payment in trade. She stopped just outside the transport. "You did a good thing. Some of us have a chance now." Dex shrugged. "There were other ways. I could've chosen a different option." He frowned. "Instead I went with the easiest option." Things always went wrong when he took the easy route.Darcene tsked. "Perhaps, you think so." Her gaze swept the activity in the huge garage. "And maybe you're feeling the weight of your decision, but others wouldn't. So many of them wouldn't give a damn about a woman and her kid or how they ended up in our situation." Turning to face him, she met his gaze and arched a brow. "And ask yourself this—could you live with yourself if another child got used?" She lowered her voice, hoping to keep Leon from hearing. Dex didn't have an answer. He had trouble living with right now. "It would've gotten worse, Dex. You stopped Markum before it could." Her free hand reached out and clasped his. "That does mean something." He still didn't respond. Couldn't at the moment. Too many thoughts crowded his head. Darcene flashed Dex an understanding smile. “Go to her, Dex.” She paused and Leon tugged at her sleeve so they could leave. “Give her a chance to fill the empty spots.” Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek. “What more do you have to lose?” Turning, she let her excited son lead her toward the petty officer who waited to show them to quarters. Darcene had pegged things both right and wrong. Right in that he didn’t have anything else to lose. His ideals were gone. By killing Ramsey, Dex had compromised himself to the point he had no room to judge others. The chancellor, his father, Lana. Things weren’t as black and white as they used to be. If nothing else, getting to the bottom of the black market showed him how much the shades of gray saved as well as how much they cost. Just how compromised they all were. Every last one of them. He got it now. He really did.And oddly, he could live with the new reality he faced … maybe more so now after everything else that had happened. The part he worried about living with? Telling Lana. Everything. Because the drama went way back … to before the attacks. And he sort of understood where she'd been coming from now … the guilt she had over Mac … for not letting him go out as soon as the battle started. He'd been the first casualty … and Dex's best friend. She considered his death on her head. I know the feeling. But he'd buried his guilt. Deep.
This story keeps taking twists and turns I didn't expect. It's actually a mess right now, but I've got a block of time scheduled to tear it all apart and piece it back together.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
Had a solid week of work and reorganizing. Made some terrific progress on the office clean out. Got two of my six bookcases put together and shredded a bunch of old stuff I don't need to keep anymore. I still have a buttload of shredding to do but progress is progress.
Got a little bit of viewing done this week, mostly Danger Manepisodes. I wanted to finish season three then realized there are only two episodes of season four. I'm disappointed.
I also did a couple of marathon viewings on Ovation. The morning mysteries are a lot of fun and the Monday block of A Place to Call Homeis pretty good also. I also caught Partners in Crime, which ended up being better than I thought.
That's pretty much it for television. Tonight's post is from Good for the Soul, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Dex Thurgood has ideals he upholds and wants to keep it that way. But when he's forced to confront a sinister underground trade leader, he has to face his darker nature to bust up the extortion racket, which won't be easy because Ramsey Markum knows one of Dex's deeply buried secrets. Lana Denman steps up to help Dex deal with the fallout of not being perfect.
And a sneaky peek…
Sitting in the transport, Dex observed Leon's open-mouthed awe as the child stared intently out the window. Amazed at his resilience, he seemed to have bounced back from the last few days relatively unscathed. Dex hoped the arrangements he’d made for Darcene and her son were part of the something good. The duo would head to Queen City where Darcene would oversee helping other families in the same situation as hers. Darcene unbuckled her safety harness and moved to the seat next to him. "You haven't said much and I didn't want to ask in front of Leon, but Ramsey's dead isn't he?" Dex slid his gaze toward her and nodded. "Yeah." He adjusted the straps on his restraint.She placed her hand on his forearm. "I'm sorry. For dragging you into this, for telling him about Erica, for, well, everything. You trusted me and I let you down." "No, you didn't. Markum already knew about Erica. Used to be in business with her father back when he kept a foot in the legitimate world." Clearly surprised, Darcene commented. "I still gave him the information. Or at least confirmed it." Dex shook his head. "Look. You didn't have much choice. I get that." He looked back at Leon again. "Don't be twisted up over it." His driver gave him a heads-up. "Arriving in five, sir."Dex motioned for Darcene to strap in again. He settled back and listened to the driver request clearance. When they entered the base, Darcene held Leon's hand along with the boy's small overnight bag. It contained the medication that put Darcene in dire financial straits and prompted her to work off the payment in trade. She stopped just outside the transport. "You did a good thing. Some of us have a chance now." Dex shrugged. "There were other ways. I could've chosen a different option." He frowned. "Instead I went with the easiest option." Things always went wrong when he took the easy route.Darcene tsked. "Perhaps, you think so." Her gaze swept the activity in the huge garage. "And maybe you're feeling the weight of your decision, but others wouldn't. So many of them wouldn't give a damn about a woman and her kid or how they ended up in our situation." Turning to face him, she met his gaze and arched a brow. "And ask yourself this—could you live with yourself if another child got used?" She lowered her voice, hoping to keep Leon from hearing. Dex didn't have an answer. He had trouble living with right now. "It would've gotten worse, Dex. You stopped Markum before it could." Her free hand reached out and clasped his. "That does mean something." He still didn't respond. Couldn't at the moment. Too many thoughts crowded his head. Darcene flashed Dex an understanding smile. “Go to her, Dex.” She paused and Leon tugged at her sleeve so they could leave. “Give her a chance to fill the empty spots.” Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek. “What more do you have to lose?” Turning, she let her excited son lead her toward the petty officer who waited to show them to quarters. Darcene had pegged things both right and wrong. Right in that he didn’t have anything else to lose. His ideals were gone. By killing Ramsey, Dex had compromised himself to the point he had no room to judge others. The chancellor, his father, Lana. Things weren’t as black and white as they used to be. If nothing else, getting to the bottom of the black market showed him how much the shades of gray saved as well as how much they cost. Just how compromised they all were. Every last one of them. He got it now. He really did.And oddly, he could live with the new reality he faced … maybe more so now after everything else that had happened. The part he worried about living with? Telling Lana. Everything. Because the drama went way back … to before the attacks. And he sort of understood where she'd been coming from now … the guilt she had over Mac … for not letting him go out as soon as the battle started. He'd been the first casualty … and Dex's best friend. She considered his death on her head. I know the feeling. But he'd buried his guilt. Deep.
This story keeps taking twists and turns I didn't expect. It's actually a mess right now, but I've got a block of time scheduled to tear it all apart and piece it back together.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
August 15, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Gentle Valor
Well, we're off to move my daughter into her dorm for her very first semester of college. It's been a crazy whirlwind of a week, trying to get last-minute details nailed down and grabbing all the final items she needs to have with her. Thankfully, I've only got one project that has a deadline and my past self ended up being smart enough to work the move into the due date. Whew.
Not much viewing of television this week. Too many things going on. I did catch another episode of Danger Man, which happened to be another one I hadn't seen yet.
Also got through almost all of Gabriel's Inferno. Like I said, I'm kind of taking my time with this one and thoroughly enjoying it.
Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and a new character has been introduced. So far, he's a bit of dick. Not sure if I'll end up really liking him or hating him a bunch. Time will tell.
I'm really looking forward to having a little downtime once we get the college-bound kid settled in. The whole pandemic thing has completely thrown off my usual groove and I'm not quite sure if I'll get it back or if my new normal will take some getting used to.
That's my week in a nutshell. Tonight's post is from A Gentle Valor, a novella that started with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Aggie Fyffe makes an impossible decision and survives a hellish experience. Haunted by her choice, she faces her demons with a little help from Zane Tetherson and earns a chance for redemption.
And a sneaky peek…
Zane Tetherson returned from patrol and logged off shift. His first stop would be command quarters—before he even grabbed a shower and a meal. His routine hadn't changed in the week since his fellow soldier Aggie Fyffe's disappearance.Stopping outside the metal structure that housed the visiting field commander and his XO, Zane rapped on the door."Enter!" The commander's booming voice carried through loud and clear.Zane stepped inside and found Colonel Fitz Mayhew finishing up his evening meal. "Sir, my regrets for interrupting your chow time." He stood at attention until Mayhew waved off the apology.He shifted on his seat. "I'm done, Tetherson. No harm." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "You're wanting an update on Lieutenant Fyffe but I don't have one." He covered the tray, he slowly got up. "She's still overdue to report in. I sent out a recon team to see if they can kick up any intelligence." Crossing over to his desk, he settled behind it and motioned for Zane to join him.Zane sat in a chair facing his CO. "I'd like to volunteer during my downtime, sir." Technically, Zane had command of the base, but the brass moved through on a regular rotation.Mayhew studied Zane for several long moments. "Look, commander, you're a little too close to this, but I won't refuse the extra help." He waited a beat. "Tomorrow. Tonight you need to get some rest and report for duty at your normal time. The men in under your command need to know they can count on you regardless of Lieutenant Fyffe's circumstances." His eyebrows shot up more or less daring Zane to argue.Zane opted to comply with the order. "I won't let anyone down, sir." He got up and turned to exit quarters.Mayhew gave Zane a parting shot. "Didn't for a moment think you would, Tetherson."Zane left and headed for the mess hall. He'd grab a meal, take it back to the quarters he normally shared with Aggie, and then grab a shower and hit his rack. If he wanted to help Aggie, he needed a clear head.Okay, partially clear. Worry clouded his brain and would continue to do so until they found her. He would not accept the possibility of never seeing her again."Where are you, Aggie?"This story has a way to go but it's finally coming together the way I'd hoped it would.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
Not much viewing of television this week. Too many things going on. I did catch another episode of Danger Man, which happened to be another one I hadn't seen yet.
Also got through almost all of Gabriel's Inferno. Like I said, I'm kind of taking my time with this one and thoroughly enjoying it.
Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and a new character has been introduced. So far, he's a bit of dick. Not sure if I'll end up really liking him or hating him a bunch. Time will tell.
I'm really looking forward to having a little downtime once we get the college-bound kid settled in. The whole pandemic thing has completely thrown off my usual groove and I'm not quite sure if I'll get it back or if my new normal will take some getting used to.
That's my week in a nutshell. Tonight's post is from A Gentle Valor, a novella that started with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Aggie Fyffe makes an impossible decision and survives a hellish experience. Haunted by her choice, she faces her demons with a little help from Zane Tetherson and earns a chance for redemption.
And a sneaky peek…
Zane Tetherson returned from patrol and logged off shift. His first stop would be command quarters—before he even grabbed a shower and a meal. His routine hadn't changed in the week since his fellow soldier Aggie Fyffe's disappearance.Stopping outside the metal structure that housed the visiting field commander and his XO, Zane rapped on the door."Enter!" The commander's booming voice carried through loud and clear.Zane stepped inside and found Colonel Fitz Mayhew finishing up his evening meal. "Sir, my regrets for interrupting your chow time." He stood at attention until Mayhew waved off the apology.He shifted on his seat. "I'm done, Tetherson. No harm." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "You're wanting an update on Lieutenant Fyffe but I don't have one." He covered the tray, he slowly got up. "She's still overdue to report in. I sent out a recon team to see if they can kick up any intelligence." Crossing over to his desk, he settled behind it and motioned for Zane to join him.Zane sat in a chair facing his CO. "I'd like to volunteer during my downtime, sir." Technically, Zane had command of the base, but the brass moved through on a regular rotation.Mayhew studied Zane for several long moments. "Look, commander, you're a little too close to this, but I won't refuse the extra help." He waited a beat. "Tomorrow. Tonight you need to get some rest and report for duty at your normal time. The men in under your command need to know they can count on you regardless of Lieutenant Fyffe's circumstances." His eyebrows shot up more or less daring Zane to argue.Zane opted to comply with the order. "I won't let anyone down, sir." He got up and turned to exit quarters.Mayhew gave Zane a parting shot. "Didn't for a moment think you would, Tetherson."Zane left and headed for the mess hall. He'd grab a meal, take it back to the quarters he normally shared with Aggie, and then grab a shower and hit his rack. If he wanted to help Aggie, he needed a clear head.Okay, partially clear. Worry clouded his brain and would continue to do so until they found her. He would not accept the possibility of never seeing her again."Where are you, Aggie?"This story has a way to go but it's finally coming together the way I'd hoped it would.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
August 9, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Game of One
First week of August down and in the books. Next weekend we move my daughter to her dorm and pray for the best. They're doing a shortened semester, very similar to what a college quarter used to be. She'll be moving back right before Thanksgiving and won't return to campus until January.
Busy week with projects and random things that needed attention. I did get more of my desk cleared off for the big overhaul organization.
Limited viewing time this week but I got a few things watched. I did start Gabriel's Inferno part two and have about half of it finished. I actually decided to dedicate actual time to watching and not do anything else while it's playing. Hence the reason I'm only halfway through.
I watched another episode of Danger Man and also started a new episode of Blue Heelers. Like I said, busy week where I couldn’t spend the time I wanted to catching up on television.
I did have Ovation's morning mysteries on as background noise during the day. Murdoch Mysteries, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and Midsomer Murders for the win. I also caught a block of Numb3rs on Friday.
That's pretty much it for this week. Tonight's post is from Game of One, a sexy short that got a start as a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Lacie Brooks' annual Valentine's Day tradition of getting laid and letting off steam is cut short when she shoots her mouth off to the wrong superior officer. Stuck on base, she finds a way to pass her restricted time with Ren Blankenship by playing a Game of One. Too bad for Lacie, Ren decides to turn the tables on her and win for a change.
And a sneaky peek…
"Blankenship, why is it every year you're working when you should be out giving some hot woman a taste of your swizzle stick on Valentine's Day?"Ren glanced up from the mass of papers he'd spread out over several tables. The unit CO, a grizzled, old-school colonel, propped his shoulder on the open hatch. His bushy eyebrows arched over his pale blue gaze.Ren shrugged. "You know the drill, colonel. Someone has to stay behind and keep an eye on the ship." The less "Iron Gut" Grassi knew about Ren the better.The colonel chatted up Ren's old man a little too often for Ren's comfort.Grassi grunted and shoved away from the hatch. "True enough." He started to walk away. "At least you'll have a friend onboard."Ren tilted his head to one side. "Who's staying behind?" A small contingent always remained aboard the ship, but no one Ren considered a close pal.The colonel didn't stop. "You'll find out soon enough, Blankenship. Don't worry."Ren snorted. Grassi must be yanking Ren's chain. The guy gave Ren a hard time about the lack of carousing he did. Holiday or not, Ren liked his private life to be, well, private.And he always volunteered for duty on Valentine's weekend. Why not give the members of his unit a chance to spend some quality time with their spouses, significant others, and partners? He didn't have a current long-term relationship at the moment."Don't want one, either. Especially with a civilian."He'd spent his childhood watching the ups and downs of his parents' marriage. They followed a routine, always the same. Two or three days of behaving like newlyweds then knockdown, drag out fights for the rest of his father's leave.Ren escaped to his best friend's house. Chuck Ashford had the life Ren wanted. Steady and grounded, Chuck's parents always welcomed Ren and gave him a small taste of normal. Even now, he stayed in touch with them more frequently than with his own parents, who'd finally gotten divorced when Ren finished school.He'd never be a substitute for the Ashfords's son, but the contact helped ease the loss for Monica and Doug. Monica kept a room ready for Ren's infrequent visits and he liked knowing he had a place to call home when he needed one. His mother traveled from place to place, letting her wanderlust dictate the destinations. Oren Senior had command of an outpost and rarely left duty long enough to engage in conversation.Suited Ren fine. He'd never been close with his father, couldn't quite measure up to the man's expectations."If an almost spotless record and making rank at regular intervals doesn't hold water with my dad … why bother?"Ren set his own goals and worked toward them. Celebrated his achievements on his own.Not a perfect deal, but it worked.And his mom? Miranda Cooper Blankenship-Conrad-Hooper-whatever the hell the new husband's name ended up being would probably never admit it, but she hadn't wanted children. The woman didn't possess a maternal bone. It bothered Ren until he realized she'd done what she could. He wouldn't fault her for not being what others considered a normal mom. It also helped put the shouting matches between his parents into perspective."And showed me what I don't want in a relationship."His last one ended when his girlfriend, a civilian accountant, pulled a tactic from his mom's playbook. Celia did the I-miss-you mind-blowing sex followed by forty-eight hours of nitpicky bullshit fights. Nothing he said, did, or suggested made her happy. The whole weekend sealed it for Ren. Before he left for base, he cut ties, and made a clean break. He wouldn't, and couldn't, change his career plans and he had another dozen years before he'd consider mustering out.Nope. No more civilian girlfriends.Ren gathered up the duty reports from their slot on the watch desk. He might as well slog through at least some of them now.He got settled and flipped through the day's fitreps. About halfway through a name jumped out. Lacie Brooks.Ren chuckled. "So that's who the colonel meant." What had she done this time?She'd either been busted for instigating one of her legendary stunts or tagged for insubordination. Lacie's notorious luck at the card table had her raking in cash or concocting crazy ass scenarios to put people in. He'd been a victim on more than one occasion and she usually came up with the most embarrassing things for him to do.He folded back the rest of the file to read her sheet. He snorted. Lacie popped off at a superior officer again."Will the woman never learn to think about the consequences before she opens her mouth?"
A little longer preview this time. I'm hoping to finish this up and get it published in the near future, possibly early 2021.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
Busy week with projects and random things that needed attention. I did get more of my desk cleared off for the big overhaul organization.
Limited viewing time this week but I got a few things watched. I did start Gabriel's Inferno part two and have about half of it finished. I actually decided to dedicate actual time to watching and not do anything else while it's playing. Hence the reason I'm only halfway through.
I watched another episode of Danger Man and also started a new episode of Blue Heelers. Like I said, busy week where I couldn’t spend the time I wanted to catching up on television.
I did have Ovation's morning mysteries on as background noise during the day. Murdoch Mysteries, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and Midsomer Murders for the win. I also caught a block of Numb3rs on Friday.
That's pretty much it for this week. Tonight's post is from Game of One, a sexy short that got a start as a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Lacie Brooks' annual Valentine's Day tradition of getting laid and letting off steam is cut short when she shoots her mouth off to the wrong superior officer. Stuck on base, she finds a way to pass her restricted time with Ren Blankenship by playing a Game of One. Too bad for Lacie, Ren decides to turn the tables on her and win for a change.
And a sneaky peek…
"Blankenship, why is it every year you're working when you should be out giving some hot woman a taste of your swizzle stick on Valentine's Day?"Ren glanced up from the mass of papers he'd spread out over several tables. The unit CO, a grizzled, old-school colonel, propped his shoulder on the open hatch. His bushy eyebrows arched over his pale blue gaze.Ren shrugged. "You know the drill, colonel. Someone has to stay behind and keep an eye on the ship." The less "Iron Gut" Grassi knew about Ren the better.The colonel chatted up Ren's old man a little too often for Ren's comfort.Grassi grunted and shoved away from the hatch. "True enough." He started to walk away. "At least you'll have a friend onboard."Ren tilted his head to one side. "Who's staying behind?" A small contingent always remained aboard the ship, but no one Ren considered a close pal.The colonel didn't stop. "You'll find out soon enough, Blankenship. Don't worry."Ren snorted. Grassi must be yanking Ren's chain. The guy gave Ren a hard time about the lack of carousing he did. Holiday or not, Ren liked his private life to be, well, private.And he always volunteered for duty on Valentine's weekend. Why not give the members of his unit a chance to spend some quality time with their spouses, significant others, and partners? He didn't have a current long-term relationship at the moment."Don't want one, either. Especially with a civilian."He'd spent his childhood watching the ups and downs of his parents' marriage. They followed a routine, always the same. Two or three days of behaving like newlyweds then knockdown, drag out fights for the rest of his father's leave.Ren escaped to his best friend's house. Chuck Ashford had the life Ren wanted. Steady and grounded, Chuck's parents always welcomed Ren and gave him a small taste of normal. Even now, he stayed in touch with them more frequently than with his own parents, who'd finally gotten divorced when Ren finished school.He'd never be a substitute for the Ashfords's son, but the contact helped ease the loss for Monica and Doug. Monica kept a room ready for Ren's infrequent visits and he liked knowing he had a place to call home when he needed one. His mother traveled from place to place, letting her wanderlust dictate the destinations. Oren Senior had command of an outpost and rarely left duty long enough to engage in conversation.Suited Ren fine. He'd never been close with his father, couldn't quite measure up to the man's expectations."If an almost spotless record and making rank at regular intervals doesn't hold water with my dad … why bother?"Ren set his own goals and worked toward them. Celebrated his achievements on his own.Not a perfect deal, but it worked.And his mom? Miranda Cooper Blankenship-Conrad-Hooper-whatever the hell the new husband's name ended up being would probably never admit it, but she hadn't wanted children. The woman didn't possess a maternal bone. It bothered Ren until he realized she'd done what she could. He wouldn't fault her for not being what others considered a normal mom. It also helped put the shouting matches between his parents into perspective."And showed me what I don't want in a relationship."His last one ended when his girlfriend, a civilian accountant, pulled a tactic from his mom's playbook. Celia did the I-miss-you mind-blowing sex followed by forty-eight hours of nitpicky bullshit fights. Nothing he said, did, or suggested made her happy. The whole weekend sealed it for Ren. Before he left for base, he cut ties, and made a clean break. He wouldn't, and couldn't, change his career plans and he had another dozen years before he'd consider mustering out.Nope. No more civilian girlfriends.Ren gathered up the duty reports from their slot on the watch desk. He might as well slog through at least some of them now.He got settled and flipped through the day's fitreps. About halfway through a name jumped out. Lacie Brooks.Ren chuckled. "So that's who the colonel meant." What had she done this time?She'd either been busted for instigating one of her legendary stunts or tagged for insubordination. Lacie's notorious luck at the card table had her raking in cash or concocting crazy ass scenarios to put people in. He'd been a victim on more than one occasion and she usually came up with the most embarrassing things for him to do.He folded back the rest of the file to read her sheet. He snorted. Lacie popped off at a superior officer again."Will the woman never learn to think about the consequences before she opens her mouth?"
A little longer preview this time. I'm hoping to finish this up and get it published in the near future, possibly early 2021.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
August 2, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Fyre's Masquerade (a Specter Station novella)
Is it really August? Man, I'm actually kind of thankful. I'm ready for 2020 to be over and done with. It's been a very crazy year.
Had a fairly busy week of calls with potential new clients and a new project starting. It's been kind of slow since May and I'm excited to see if things pick up a little now.
I also got quite a few of my long-form brainstorming sessions converted into text. I'm seriously thrilled with this!! I can't wait to see how many I get translated and transferred over this week.
Didn't get a lot of shows watched this week, but I did catch another couple of episodes of Danger Man.
Also watched episode seven of The Witcher and I'm so happy there's going to be another season of this show.
I'll be catching the second Gabriel's Inferno movie this week, even if I have to stay up super late to watch. I'm looking forward to this one.
I'll hopefully be catching up with a few other shows also. It's been hit or miss with both time and lack of focus to get into a show.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Fyre's Masquerade, a Specter Station novella.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Balek Fyre made his fortune mining asteroids and just became a principal owner is Specter Station. He's ready to enjoy a new stage in his life—until the Yuli family descends on his base of operations for the galactic midyear celebration with only one thing on their minds … getting him to marry their oldest daughter, Serena. The only problem? Balek would rather spend time with her sister, Scout.
And a sneaky peek…
"What the hell do you mean I'm supposed to meet with my betrothed?" Balek Fyre paced the length of his small office aboard the mining vessel, Fyre's Strife. "Since when do I have one?" Unless he'd missed a major event, he didn't have a female—or male—waiting in the wings for some sparkly wedding.Maddox Specter shifted in his seat on the holo call. "That's what I said when they contacted the station and tried to make accommodations for their arrival." He picked through a pile of papers in front of him. "The call got shuffled up to Juna because you're a principal owner now and the Yuli family isn't on your list of VIPs." He read the communiqué from Juna. "The Yulis are arriving for the midyear masquerade and are requesting a block of rooms in close vicinity to your suite so you can get to know your betrothed…" He checked the paper again. "One Serena Yuli before the announcement of your engagement at the gala event." Maddox put the page down and leaned in closer to the monitor. "You're sure you didn't know anything about this?"Balek stopped his back and forth. "Do I look like I do? Geez, Maddox, I've never heard of these people." Then again, he'd traveled extensively through three galaxies with his mining operations. "I have no idea who this family is." And he'd be damned if they'd get away with trying to use his name and position to score a free stay on Specter Station.Maddox leaned back in his chair. "What do you want me to have Juna do? She can put them on the banned list and when they arrive, they'll be taken into custody—"Balek cut his friend off. "No. Not that. Have Juna direct the staff to give them reservations but put them in the lower quadrant." Plain, basic, and nothing fancy, the rooms were small and not intended for lengthy visits.Maddox arched a brow. "You sure you want to do that?" A small smile briefly twisted his lips.Which convinced Balek he'd hit on the perfect tactic to get to the root of whatever grift the Yulis were trying to pull.He nodded. "I'm sure." Turning toward his desk, he moved behind it and brought up the data screen. "I've got three-fourths of a load in my hold. I'll finish up on this asteroid and get the shipment info to the broker." He keyed in an order to his belowdecks miners to increase the speed of intake.Maddox leaned forward again. "And after that? What's your plan?"Balek glanced up and met his friend's gaze. "To haul ass and arrive on Specter Station before they do." Almost a week before he'd originally intended, but he could move in at any time.Maddox grinned. "I'll have Wanda make certain your new suite is ready and waiting." He got up and left the viewable area for a moment then returned. "And once you're here…"Balek's lips twisted in a cold smile. "Once I'm there … let the game begin…"
I'm going to have a lot of fun with this story. I love all four of the men who are making up Specter Station's executive board. Balek is very rough and tumble and he'll have a good time playing cat and mouse with the Yulis.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
Had a fairly busy week of calls with potential new clients and a new project starting. It's been kind of slow since May and I'm excited to see if things pick up a little now.
I also got quite a few of my long-form brainstorming sessions converted into text. I'm seriously thrilled with this!! I can't wait to see how many I get translated and transferred over this week.
Didn't get a lot of shows watched this week, but I did catch another couple of episodes of Danger Man.
Also watched episode seven of The Witcher and I'm so happy there's going to be another season of this show.
I'll be catching the second Gabriel's Inferno movie this week, even if I have to stay up super late to watch. I'm looking forward to this one.
I'll hopefully be catching up with a few other shows also. It's been hit or miss with both time and lack of focus to get into a show.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Fyre's Masquerade, a Specter Station novella.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Balek Fyre made his fortune mining asteroids and just became a principal owner is Specter Station. He's ready to enjoy a new stage in his life—until the Yuli family descends on his base of operations for the galactic midyear celebration with only one thing on their minds … getting him to marry their oldest daughter, Serena. The only problem? Balek would rather spend time with her sister, Scout.
And a sneaky peek…
"What the hell do you mean I'm supposed to meet with my betrothed?" Balek Fyre paced the length of his small office aboard the mining vessel, Fyre's Strife. "Since when do I have one?" Unless he'd missed a major event, he didn't have a female—or male—waiting in the wings for some sparkly wedding.Maddox Specter shifted in his seat on the holo call. "That's what I said when they contacted the station and tried to make accommodations for their arrival." He picked through a pile of papers in front of him. "The call got shuffled up to Juna because you're a principal owner now and the Yuli family isn't on your list of VIPs." He read the communiqué from Juna. "The Yulis are arriving for the midyear masquerade and are requesting a block of rooms in close vicinity to your suite so you can get to know your betrothed…" He checked the paper again. "One Serena Yuli before the announcement of your engagement at the gala event." Maddox put the page down and leaned in closer to the monitor. "You're sure you didn't know anything about this?"Balek stopped his back and forth. "Do I look like I do? Geez, Maddox, I've never heard of these people." Then again, he'd traveled extensively through three galaxies with his mining operations. "I have no idea who this family is." And he'd be damned if they'd get away with trying to use his name and position to score a free stay on Specter Station.Maddox leaned back in his chair. "What do you want me to have Juna do? She can put them on the banned list and when they arrive, they'll be taken into custody—"Balek cut his friend off. "No. Not that. Have Juna direct the staff to give them reservations but put them in the lower quadrant." Plain, basic, and nothing fancy, the rooms were small and not intended for lengthy visits.Maddox arched a brow. "You sure you want to do that?" A small smile briefly twisted his lips.Which convinced Balek he'd hit on the perfect tactic to get to the root of whatever grift the Yulis were trying to pull.He nodded. "I'm sure." Turning toward his desk, he moved behind it and brought up the data screen. "I've got three-fourths of a load in my hold. I'll finish up on this asteroid and get the shipment info to the broker." He keyed in an order to his belowdecks miners to increase the speed of intake.Maddox leaned forward again. "And after that? What's your plan?"Balek glanced up and met his friend's gaze. "To haul ass and arrive on Specter Station before they do." Almost a week before he'd originally intended, but he could move in at any time.Maddox grinned. "I'll have Wanda make certain your new suite is ready and waiting." He got up and left the viewable area for a moment then returned. "And once you're here…"Balek's lips twisted in a cold smile. "Once I'm there … let the game begin…"
I'm going to have a lot of fun with this story. I love all four of the men who are making up Specter Station's executive board. Balek is very rough and tumble and he'll have a good time playing cat and mouse with the Yulis.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
July 26, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Follow Me (Scorched Galaxy book one)
I seriously can't believe I'll be moving my daughter into her dorm in three weeks. It's coming up fast! She's very excited and I think I have almost everything she needs to be prepared for the daily masking, temperature taking, and hand sanitizing she's going to have to do.
On a super-positive note, I found an app that will let me not only brainstorm but will translate the long-form handwritten brainstorming I've done into text! This is true game changer for me. I'm so, so, so excited.
Had a semi-slow week for watching shows. I made some serious progress on getting my office cleared and organized. I'm almost ready to add a bookcase or two. I've been a little light on work projects so this is a terrific time to get the tedious sort, sort, sorting accomplished.
I did get to watch another episode of Peak Practice. I'm about midway through the second season and I have a sneaking suspicion someone will be leaving at the end of this one.
Also rewatched the second episode of Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries. I truly love this spinoff.
Caught "The Sontaren Experiment" episodes of Classic Who. It's a lot of fun to visit Sarah Jane way back when. I miss Elisabeth a lot.
Watched episode four of Picard. I'm trying to figure out what the captain's deal is. All of his holographs are versions of himself? I kind of love it but also really wonder about it.
Got a few more episodes of Danger Man in, both ones I didn't remember. I thoroughly enjoyed each.
Also watched another compilation of Cirque du Soleilshows. I honestly can't fathom how the performers do what they do. I'm always, always amazed at their ability. And the costumers and makeup artists along with the musicians pull everything together. It's mind-blowing.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Follow Me, an epic space saga with two sequels and a bonus short-form prequel.
Here's the mini-blurb:
A 'will they' or 'won't they' wager spurs Molly and Sloan to see how long they 'can' without getting caught.
And a sneaky peek…
Sloan sat down, crossing an ankle over his knee to put the lost sock on his foot. "I don't know about the clothes, Moll, but I do know we're down to three minutes to get out of here." He scanned the room looking for his shoes and fought the urge to just walk out without them. "I also know I do not want to be here when the commander returns." Molly picked her pants up and thank you divine entity, Sloan found his shoes. Damn good thing because he didn't look forward to coming back at 0500 without them.He didn't look forward to coming back at 0500, period. Sloan looked up to find Molly gazing at him, one leg in the pants, the other poised to enter. "Commander, huh." She shook her head, slid her leg in and pulled the material up over her hips. "Sloan … he's your father." Like he needed the DNA update. "Exactly. My father … who just walked in on his son having mind-blowing sex with someone he considers a surrogate daughter." Shit. Did he really say mind-blowing sex out loud? Sloan grimaced and risked a glance at Molly. He could tell she wanted to laugh. She bit her lip to hold it back. Heaving a sigh, he finished tying his shoes. "And you wonder why I have to think of him as the commander right now?" He rose and pulled on his shirt. Maybe she'd let the whole mind-blowing sex thing slide. Molly sobered then nodded. "Right." She tilted her head, a questioning look on her face. "What was that about the sex?" She sat, sliding on her socks but cocked an eyebrow. "Molly … we have like two minutes to get out of here…" Sloan smiled ruefully, knowing she'd grill him about it later. "Let's continue this train of thought after we find someplace quiet while we wait to report back." Dammit … he should have known she'd zero in on the sex thing. He chalked his blunder up to trying to shake the creepy feeling of getting caught in post-coital bliss by his dad. Sloan didn't think he'd been as embarrassed since his father had walked in on him that time … he stopped the thought. No use going there right now. He'd left his teenage years in the past … where they firmly belonged. With a quick shudder, he walked to the hatch. Molly laughed softly, knowing exactly where his thoughts were and clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Is this where I should point out that finding somewhere quiet is what got us into this in the first place? And about the only thing that would save our ass right now is if the enemy showed up in full force." She grabbed her shoes and jammed her feet inside. "We'd never be that lucky." She had a point. About everything. "Okay … quiet place in public." She stooped down to tie her shoes, her russet hair falling forward to frame her face and it hit Sloan. She's beautiful. He held the thought for a moment before brushing it away. They were friends. Period. Okay … not period. They were friends who'd just been busted for a drunken romp in the dark. "Make that a quiet place … in public … with the lights on."She turned her head sideways, giving him an over dramatic eye roll.He chuckled. "You know, just to play it safe." Her mouth opened then closed and her eyes narrowed. "Right." Whatever she'd planned to say lost for the moment. Nodding, she sat up and went pale, wobbling a bit. "Whoa ... the room just went black for a minute." She drew in a deep breath, let it out. "Still a little shaky I guess." When she could focus again, she glanced up at him. "Remind me to hurt the chief, badly, the next time I see him. That brew of his should be outlawed." Sloan wouldn't argue. "Or maybe come with a warning label?" He knew what she probably thought … why else would they have thrown caution to the wind the way they had?He might be new to the MacGregor, but he wouldn't forget Keegan Douglas's face any time soon. "I think you're gonna have to get in line. Behind me." He smiled ruefully, while waiting for Molly to gingerly make her way to the hatch.Exiting through the hatch, Sloan pondered the swill they'd been drinking. "You know, I seriously think we could make a case for ourselves based solely on that rotgut." They made a quick turn and continued down the corridor. "What the hell does he put in that stuff anyway?" His mouth already tasted like cotton, which meant the hangover should kick in soon. Molly made a face while she considered the answer. "I kinda don't want to know what he uses for ingredients. Besides, it's apparently a trade secret." She let out a groan. "I know I'll never be drinking that crap again." Putting a hand to her head, she closed her eyes a moment. "My head is throbbing and a corner to crawl into would be damn nice right about now. I could plot ways to do in the chief without getting caught." A grimace crossed her face when she took the next corner too quickly. Sloan reached out to steady her, laughing. "You're swearing off the chief's brew?" He could resist a little more teasing. "No way. The mighty Phoenix, who on her worst day still drinks most people under the table? My world may never be the same again, Molls." She slugged him, hard, on the bicep when they made the next turn. She wasn't thrilled with his amusement. "Shut. Up. It's not funny." It must've started to sink in, exactly how much trouble they could be in because she got serious for a moment. "Do you have any idea what your father … wait, sorry…" She rolled her eyes. "I mean, the commanderis going to say to us when we meet with him?"Molly loved his old man like her own father. She'd try to deny it, but if their romp affected her relationship with his dad it would kill her. Arriving at the spot of the infamous Tripola game, Sloan shrugged and entered the deserted rec room. "He'll probably say something about how I'm the CAG and I should know better than to fraternize with a subordinate." Glancing up at the overhead lights, Sloan squinted against the harsh glare, but decided it was safer to leave them on. "And even though you're insubordinate on a regular basis, you should have known better, too." He spotted a semi-clean table, walked over and sat down.Molly sank down in the chair beside his and nodded her head. "Right … that's probably what he'll start with."
I'm still in the process of rewriting this one. I started out in present tense and the story really needs to be in past tense. And, of course, I'm finding a lot of stuff to refine along the way.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
On a super-positive note, I found an app that will let me not only brainstorm but will translate the long-form handwritten brainstorming I've done into text! This is true game changer for me. I'm so, so, so excited.
Had a semi-slow week for watching shows. I made some serious progress on getting my office cleared and organized. I'm almost ready to add a bookcase or two. I've been a little light on work projects so this is a terrific time to get the tedious sort, sort, sorting accomplished.
I did get to watch another episode of Peak Practice. I'm about midway through the second season and I have a sneaking suspicion someone will be leaving at the end of this one.
Also rewatched the second episode of Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries. I truly love this spinoff.
Caught "The Sontaren Experiment" episodes of Classic Who. It's a lot of fun to visit Sarah Jane way back when. I miss Elisabeth a lot.
Watched episode four of Picard. I'm trying to figure out what the captain's deal is. All of his holographs are versions of himself? I kind of love it but also really wonder about it.
Got a few more episodes of Danger Man in, both ones I didn't remember. I thoroughly enjoyed each.
Also watched another compilation of Cirque du Soleilshows. I honestly can't fathom how the performers do what they do. I'm always, always amazed at their ability. And the costumers and makeup artists along with the musicians pull everything together. It's mind-blowing.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Follow Me, an epic space saga with two sequels and a bonus short-form prequel.
Here's the mini-blurb:
A 'will they' or 'won't they' wager spurs Molly and Sloan to see how long they 'can' without getting caught.
And a sneaky peek…
Sloan sat down, crossing an ankle over his knee to put the lost sock on his foot. "I don't know about the clothes, Moll, but I do know we're down to three minutes to get out of here." He scanned the room looking for his shoes and fought the urge to just walk out without them. "I also know I do not want to be here when the commander returns." Molly picked her pants up and thank you divine entity, Sloan found his shoes. Damn good thing because he didn't look forward to coming back at 0500 without them.He didn't look forward to coming back at 0500, period. Sloan looked up to find Molly gazing at him, one leg in the pants, the other poised to enter. "Commander, huh." She shook her head, slid her leg in and pulled the material up over her hips. "Sloan … he's your father." Like he needed the DNA update. "Exactly. My father … who just walked in on his son having mind-blowing sex with someone he considers a surrogate daughter." Shit. Did he really say mind-blowing sex out loud? Sloan grimaced and risked a glance at Molly. He could tell she wanted to laugh. She bit her lip to hold it back. Heaving a sigh, he finished tying his shoes. "And you wonder why I have to think of him as the commander right now?" He rose and pulled on his shirt. Maybe she'd let the whole mind-blowing sex thing slide. Molly sobered then nodded. "Right." She tilted her head, a questioning look on her face. "What was that about the sex?" She sat, sliding on her socks but cocked an eyebrow. "Molly … we have like two minutes to get out of here…" Sloan smiled ruefully, knowing she'd grill him about it later. "Let's continue this train of thought after we find someplace quiet while we wait to report back." Dammit … he should have known she'd zero in on the sex thing. He chalked his blunder up to trying to shake the creepy feeling of getting caught in post-coital bliss by his dad. Sloan didn't think he'd been as embarrassed since his father had walked in on him that time … he stopped the thought. No use going there right now. He'd left his teenage years in the past … where they firmly belonged. With a quick shudder, he walked to the hatch. Molly laughed softly, knowing exactly where his thoughts were and clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Is this where I should point out that finding somewhere quiet is what got us into this in the first place? And about the only thing that would save our ass right now is if the enemy showed up in full force." She grabbed her shoes and jammed her feet inside. "We'd never be that lucky." She had a point. About everything. "Okay … quiet place in public." She stooped down to tie her shoes, her russet hair falling forward to frame her face and it hit Sloan. She's beautiful. He held the thought for a moment before brushing it away. They were friends. Period. Okay … not period. They were friends who'd just been busted for a drunken romp in the dark. "Make that a quiet place … in public … with the lights on."She turned her head sideways, giving him an over dramatic eye roll.He chuckled. "You know, just to play it safe." Her mouth opened then closed and her eyes narrowed. "Right." Whatever she'd planned to say lost for the moment. Nodding, she sat up and went pale, wobbling a bit. "Whoa ... the room just went black for a minute." She drew in a deep breath, let it out. "Still a little shaky I guess." When she could focus again, she glanced up at him. "Remind me to hurt the chief, badly, the next time I see him. That brew of his should be outlawed." Sloan wouldn't argue. "Or maybe come with a warning label?" He knew what she probably thought … why else would they have thrown caution to the wind the way they had?He might be new to the MacGregor, but he wouldn't forget Keegan Douglas's face any time soon. "I think you're gonna have to get in line. Behind me." He smiled ruefully, while waiting for Molly to gingerly make her way to the hatch.Exiting through the hatch, Sloan pondered the swill they'd been drinking. "You know, I seriously think we could make a case for ourselves based solely on that rotgut." They made a quick turn and continued down the corridor. "What the hell does he put in that stuff anyway?" His mouth already tasted like cotton, which meant the hangover should kick in soon. Molly made a face while she considered the answer. "I kinda don't want to know what he uses for ingredients. Besides, it's apparently a trade secret." She let out a groan. "I know I'll never be drinking that crap again." Putting a hand to her head, she closed her eyes a moment. "My head is throbbing and a corner to crawl into would be damn nice right about now. I could plot ways to do in the chief without getting caught." A grimace crossed her face when she took the next corner too quickly. Sloan reached out to steady her, laughing. "You're swearing off the chief's brew?" He could resist a little more teasing. "No way. The mighty Phoenix, who on her worst day still drinks most people under the table? My world may never be the same again, Molls." She slugged him, hard, on the bicep when they made the next turn. She wasn't thrilled with his amusement. "Shut. Up. It's not funny." It must've started to sink in, exactly how much trouble they could be in because she got serious for a moment. "Do you have any idea what your father … wait, sorry…" She rolled her eyes. "I mean, the commanderis going to say to us when we meet with him?"Molly loved his old man like her own father. She'd try to deny it, but if their romp affected her relationship with his dad it would kill her. Arriving at the spot of the infamous Tripola game, Sloan shrugged and entered the deserted rec room. "He'll probably say something about how I'm the CAG and I should know better than to fraternize with a subordinate." Glancing up at the overhead lights, Sloan squinted against the harsh glare, but decided it was safer to leave them on. "And even though you're insubordinate on a regular basis, you should have known better, too." He spotted a semi-clean table, walked over and sat down.Molly sank down in the chair beside his and nodded her head. "Right … that's probably what he'll start with."
I'm still in the process of rewriting this one. I started out in present tense and the story really needs to be in past tense. And, of course, I'm finding a lot of stuff to refine along the way.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
July 19, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Flesh and Bone
Wow, half of July is gone and I'm trying to get my office organized and figure out how we're going to get my daughter moved into her dorm. If she can even move into the place. The clear out and organization is going better than expected. I ordered several types of smaller bookcases and some drawers to help corral all the crap I've had surrounding me for close to a decade. It's way past time.
I didn't get a ton of television watched this week but I do have a few updates. First, I'm still having feels about Arrow's final episode. There might be more coming about the series as a whole at some point.
Caught Roswell, New Mexico and honestly truly enjoyed the episode, "I'll Stand by You." The entire cast got some solid screen time and that makes me very happy. Special kudos for Michael and Isabel's arc and I loved Kyle telling Liz she's family because he gets what she means now. I'm starting to truly appreciate the complexities of the characters' interactions. So good.
Watched the penultimate episode of Strike Backand, damn, the cast brought their A games. Seriously, every single moment had me on the edge of my seat. The crazy fight between Coltrane and Wyatt topped the list because the size difference is almost comical but the entire point wasn't lost on me. The trio needed to clear the air and that was the best way to do it. And I'll freely admit I absolutely loved Chetri's journey. I love that she pretty gave a giant middle finger to her captors and that her end didn't happen before the team arrived. Another huge eff you to the antagonists. Excellent viewing. Seriously.
Started another new episode of Blue Heelers and this one is off the charts crazy. Different from the usual and I like that.
Began a rewatch of Hollywood Dirt, a Passionflix original. I love the chemistry between the actors and I also appreciate the fact that the casting department will go back to actors who are terrific.
Caught several episodes of Danger Man and both were ones I don't remember watching. Each ended up being terrific.
That's pretty much my week in a nutshell. Tonight's post is from Flesh and Bone, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
An AI that spouts philosophical mumbo jumbo, a past that may not be all it seems, and a link between both sends Peta Jones on quest to figure out the truth. It's a good thing she's got Abe Cantrell along to act as her voice of reason.
And a sneaky peek…
Abe Cantrell studied the interrogation footage. He shouldn't get involved, but one of the marines strongly suggested Abe needed to see what went down with the AI. Danvers also added—for Abe's ears only—that he should review the scenario before he went to see Peta in sickbay.Abe let out a low whistle. "No shit. Glad he said something." Danvers had a soft spot for Peta because she reminded him of his little sister.Abe's connection went deeper. He'd known Peta forever. Her grandfather and his met in basic training and remained close friends until Peta's lost his life in a car accident during peace time.Directing his attention on the monitor again, he couldn't fault Peta's technique. "She's detached, but has to work at it." Which made sense, considering she'd never interrogated a prisoner before.She even stayed composed when the progress stalled and harsher tactics had to be used but she wobbled a little.Abe's gut clenched. He didn't blame her for the crack in her armor. She did her duty as ordered. But even he didn't like some of the forceful methods, which bordered on torture."Except we don't think of it as torture when it involves an AI."The diplomats would be debating how to classify the artificial intelligence beings that looked and acted human. And, frankly, Abe would leave the discussions to them. He had opinions but the more he learned the more they changed."I want to talk to you and only you, lieutenant. If you make that happen, I'll tell you what you want to know."Abe leaned closer to the screen. The Bensalem AI spoke quietly and directly to Peta. Peta motioned for the marines to leave after they got Bensalem seated across from her.The discussion progressed rapidly and Peta got some solid information out of Bensalem.Abe folded his arms. "But it's almost like it's playing her." Toying with its words until it could spring some kind of trap.The male unit kept asking Peta nonsense questions—about her favorite foods, her preference for entertainment, and finally he asked something about her childhood.Bam!The exact moment the snare caught. Well, fuck. Abe rewound and viewed the footage again.The AI homed in on a random event in her childhood—and pulled a thread. Abe couldn't hear the details but he read Peta like a book. From her reaction, the AI hit a raw, jangly nerve. There were parts of Peta's past she didn't talk about and Abe rarely pushed her to do so."Maybe I should have…"Peta covered with a flippant comment. "We're not here to talk about me." She set the hands on the table then folded them together, presenting a relaxed countenance.But the male unit had broken through one of her walls and wormed its way into her psyche.Abe clenched his fist. "God dammit, old man. You put her in there." A kick of guilt jabbed Abe.He shared the blame. After all, he'd told the commander Peta wanted more responsibility and could handle the extra load of work. She'd more than proven she could tackle hard assignments.But interrogating an AI?None of them had a lot of experience trying to get information from the units.Abe leaned in again—focusing all attention on the male—and caught the split-second warning before it made its move."Fuck!" He still jumped when the male slammed Peta against the wall.His gut clawed up to his chest and even the knowledge she got out—somewhat worse for the experience—didn't calm the racing beat of his heart.The attack—and the viciousness behind it—lingered, even after the marines blew the door."Glad Danvers told me to dig into this."The pain and defeat in Peta's eyes would stay with Abe a long time. The stab of fear he could have lost her wouldn't go anywhere either. The depth of what he really felt for her caught him by the throat—the exact moment Bensalem grabbed hers. The knowledge wedged itself deep and he didn't know what to do with the realization … but he had a good idea what to do for Peta.Shutting the monitor down, he got up. "Be there. For whatever she needs."
I need to really dig in and tear this story apart. The sages keep feeding me scenes but they're random and aren't meshing together yet. It's time to get out the storyboard and start shuffling the pieces to see where they work the best.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
I didn't get a ton of television watched this week but I do have a few updates. First, I'm still having feels about Arrow's final episode. There might be more coming about the series as a whole at some point.
Caught Roswell, New Mexico and honestly truly enjoyed the episode, "I'll Stand by You." The entire cast got some solid screen time and that makes me very happy. Special kudos for Michael and Isabel's arc and I loved Kyle telling Liz she's family because he gets what she means now. I'm starting to truly appreciate the complexities of the characters' interactions. So good.
Watched the penultimate episode of Strike Backand, damn, the cast brought their A games. Seriously, every single moment had me on the edge of my seat. The crazy fight between Coltrane and Wyatt topped the list because the size difference is almost comical but the entire point wasn't lost on me. The trio needed to clear the air and that was the best way to do it. And I'll freely admit I absolutely loved Chetri's journey. I love that she pretty gave a giant middle finger to her captors and that her end didn't happen before the team arrived. Another huge eff you to the antagonists. Excellent viewing. Seriously.
Started another new episode of Blue Heelers and this one is off the charts crazy. Different from the usual and I like that.
Began a rewatch of Hollywood Dirt, a Passionflix original. I love the chemistry between the actors and I also appreciate the fact that the casting department will go back to actors who are terrific.
Caught several episodes of Danger Man and both were ones I don't remember watching. Each ended up being terrific.
That's pretty much my week in a nutshell. Tonight's post is from Flesh and Bone, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
An AI that spouts philosophical mumbo jumbo, a past that may not be all it seems, and a link between both sends Peta Jones on quest to figure out the truth. It's a good thing she's got Abe Cantrell along to act as her voice of reason.
And a sneaky peek…
Abe Cantrell studied the interrogation footage. He shouldn't get involved, but one of the marines strongly suggested Abe needed to see what went down with the AI. Danvers also added—for Abe's ears only—that he should review the scenario before he went to see Peta in sickbay.Abe let out a low whistle. "No shit. Glad he said something." Danvers had a soft spot for Peta because she reminded him of his little sister.Abe's connection went deeper. He'd known Peta forever. Her grandfather and his met in basic training and remained close friends until Peta's lost his life in a car accident during peace time.Directing his attention on the monitor again, he couldn't fault Peta's technique. "She's detached, but has to work at it." Which made sense, considering she'd never interrogated a prisoner before.She even stayed composed when the progress stalled and harsher tactics had to be used but she wobbled a little.Abe's gut clenched. He didn't blame her for the crack in her armor. She did her duty as ordered. But even he didn't like some of the forceful methods, which bordered on torture."Except we don't think of it as torture when it involves an AI."The diplomats would be debating how to classify the artificial intelligence beings that looked and acted human. And, frankly, Abe would leave the discussions to them. He had opinions but the more he learned the more they changed."I want to talk to you and only you, lieutenant. If you make that happen, I'll tell you what you want to know."Abe leaned closer to the screen. The Bensalem AI spoke quietly and directly to Peta. Peta motioned for the marines to leave after they got Bensalem seated across from her.The discussion progressed rapidly and Peta got some solid information out of Bensalem.Abe folded his arms. "But it's almost like it's playing her." Toying with its words until it could spring some kind of trap.The male unit kept asking Peta nonsense questions—about her favorite foods, her preference for entertainment, and finally he asked something about her childhood.Bam!The exact moment the snare caught. Well, fuck. Abe rewound and viewed the footage again.The AI homed in on a random event in her childhood—and pulled a thread. Abe couldn't hear the details but he read Peta like a book. From her reaction, the AI hit a raw, jangly nerve. There were parts of Peta's past she didn't talk about and Abe rarely pushed her to do so."Maybe I should have…"Peta covered with a flippant comment. "We're not here to talk about me." She set the hands on the table then folded them together, presenting a relaxed countenance.But the male unit had broken through one of her walls and wormed its way into her psyche.Abe clenched his fist. "God dammit, old man. You put her in there." A kick of guilt jabbed Abe.He shared the blame. After all, he'd told the commander Peta wanted more responsibility and could handle the extra load of work. She'd more than proven she could tackle hard assignments.But interrogating an AI?None of them had a lot of experience trying to get information from the units.Abe leaned in again—focusing all attention on the male—and caught the split-second warning before it made its move."Fuck!" He still jumped when the male slammed Peta against the wall.His gut clawed up to his chest and even the knowledge she got out—somewhat worse for the experience—didn't calm the racing beat of his heart.The attack—and the viciousness behind it—lingered, even after the marines blew the door."Glad Danvers told me to dig into this."The pain and defeat in Peta's eyes would stay with Abe a long time. The stab of fear he could have lost her wouldn't go anywhere either. The depth of what he really felt for her caught him by the throat—the exact moment Bensalem grabbed hers. The knowledge wedged itself deep and he didn't know what to do with the realization … but he had a good idea what to do for Peta.Shutting the monitor down, he got up. "Be there. For whatever she needs."
I need to really dig in and tear this story apart. The sages keep feeding me scenes but they're random and aren't meshing together yet. It's time to get out the storyboard and start shuffling the pieces to see where they work the best.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
July 12, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Five by Five
I spent the past week wondering where half the year has gone quickly followed by feeling like it's been a decade since January. Anyone else have that experience? It's kind of insane how weird this year has been.
I did get a few shows watched while I worked on several projects. I had a week where I wanted some good background noise and got multiple episodes of Danger Man in. I truly enjoy this classic show.
I also started another episode of Blue Heelers. I'm almost through the second season of the show and I'm enjoying how things get changed up. I also love seeing how rural Australia is portrayed.
Have almost all of Riverdale's "Tangerine" in the watched column. Man, lots of reveals and good stuff in this episode. As much as I loathe and dislike Hiram, I kind of loved how Veronica sticks it to him. That said, I dread her storyline revolving around one-upping her dad all the time … if that's the direction the story goes in. Cheryl's situation with her mummy dearest ended up being a load of fun to watch. Archie's vigilantism biting him on the ass ended up being better than I thought it would be. Also loved Jughead finally getting to the bottom of the whole deal with his grandfather and the mystery books. And Betty … not quite sure how I feel about everything going on with her. I do have a theory about who's doing what to whom and I can't wait to see if I'm right.
Last but not least … I finally watched "Fadeout", the finale of Arrow. I have to say I couldn't have asked for a better end to the series. I'm so sad to see this chapter of the Arrowverse close but I'm also thrilled to have been a part of the experience from the very beginning. I got to watch the characters grow and change and become who and what they're meant to be. I think my favorite thing about this whole season are the callbacks to previous seasons and the cavalcade of familiar faces from the past—seriously, I don't think they missed anyone—and how they made Oliver's send-off worth its weight in green arrows. The fadeout with Oliver and Felicity in Moira's office ended up being pretty much a perfect endcap to the entire series. My glass is raised and my pile of tissues is testament to the emotional journey I took with the cast and crew of one of my very favorite shows ever.
Whew. I'm actually getting a kick in the feels all over again.
And that's a good note to wrap up television for this week. Tonight's post is from Five by Five, a sexy short that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Vasha Eick has everything she wants. Deke Vitali will be the cherry on top. An old rival shows up, shifting the dynamic and Vash has to stake a claim or get out of the way.
And a sneaky peek…
"I almost pulled it off." Vasha sprinted down the corridor, the thought still rolling around in her head.Almost. But too-smart-for-his-own-damned-good Deke figured her sleight of hand out. Because of course he did.Vasha made a quick turn, her side starting to ache from the crazy-mad run. She'd given escape her best shot, but Deke caught up just outside the head. Vasha ducked inside, breathless from the chase. Grabbing hold of the metal mesh of the lockers, she tried to catch her breath. Damn Deke and his wicked long legs.He entered and stood with his arms folded over his chest. Between her and the exit. Well, hell. She hadn't thought a plan through at all. She straightened and slid her gaze toward the hatch. Wondered if she had enough time to get across the floor to duck back out before Deke could grab her and exact revenge.Sensing her thoughts, he reached back and slid a wrench through the release, effectively locking them in. Shit. The man knew her too damned well.She met his gaze and a triumphant smile edged over his features. She didn't think she quite liked his victorious grin. Deke could be scary creative when he had the upper hand. He slowly advanced toward her and she turned to face him fully. Not like she didn't deserve whatever he planned to dish out. She'd take it like the solider she'd trained to be.Deke stopped, inches away from her.She raised an eyebrow. "So, you caught me. Now what?"He dropped his gaze and his eyes did a slow head-to-toe perusal. Sweaty, face flushed, she doubted her appearance looked very good. Tilting his head to the side, he studied her for several moments. Took everything she had not to squirm under the intense scrutiny.His head straightened and he asked one simple question. "Why?"Okay. Not what she expected. A blazing setdown for cheating, an angry blast for having to chase after her, she anticipated those.Confused, she queried back. "Why what?"He lifted a brow. "Naked briefing?"A slow smirk crossed her face and she treated him to head-to-toe once-over. "You're kidding, right? If I have to explain that one to you, you're hopeless." Did the guy never look in a mirror?He flushed, but acknowledged the backhanded compliment with a shrug. "Why cheat?"He appeared more upset about the quick-change card thing than standing in front of a roomful of pilots without a stitch on? Wonders would never cease.She chuckled, but dropped her gaze. "Hey, I'm just doing my bit for the female crew members." She tilted her head. "You do know they fight over who gets to shower at your usual times, don't you?"His brows knit. He hadn't known. Of course, he wouldn't. Not in Deke's make-up to stay up to date about who lusted after him.He shook his head. "They do? What the hell?"Vasha's laugh came out sultrier than she intended. "Deke, you're hot. Of course they do."He wondered aloud. "So the fact you're always in the shower at the same time?"And again, Mr. Intelligence latched onto the one thing she'd rather he not. But whatever, she owed him an honest answer.She admitted the truth. "I'm human. I like to look."He grew thoughtful. "Interesting." His gaze pinned hers. "And good to know." He turned, yanked the wrench out, and released the hatch.Leaving? Just when the conversation got good? And with zero retaliation?She had to ask. "So … no payback?" Relief felt better than it should. He could still claim his win. "You're letting me off the hook?"Deke shot her an unreadable look over his shoulder. "You're safe." He pushed the door open and walked through, but his voice carried back. "For now." Vasha shuddered, a delicious shiver hitting all her hot spots. She ignored the implied threat and focused on the something different in his tone. A suggestive undercurrent, promising something more … but not what.Or when.Vasha had a feeling routine ship life might be a whole lot more fun in the near future.
I have so much fun writing Vash and Deke. This story started out as a little conflict-free romp but took a turn when the sages introduced the idea for a nemesis. I'm excited to see how it all comes together.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
I did get a few shows watched while I worked on several projects. I had a week where I wanted some good background noise and got multiple episodes of Danger Man in. I truly enjoy this classic show.
I also started another episode of Blue Heelers. I'm almost through the second season of the show and I'm enjoying how things get changed up. I also love seeing how rural Australia is portrayed.
Have almost all of Riverdale's "Tangerine" in the watched column. Man, lots of reveals and good stuff in this episode. As much as I loathe and dislike Hiram, I kind of loved how Veronica sticks it to him. That said, I dread her storyline revolving around one-upping her dad all the time … if that's the direction the story goes in. Cheryl's situation with her mummy dearest ended up being a load of fun to watch. Archie's vigilantism biting him on the ass ended up being better than I thought it would be. Also loved Jughead finally getting to the bottom of the whole deal with his grandfather and the mystery books. And Betty … not quite sure how I feel about everything going on with her. I do have a theory about who's doing what to whom and I can't wait to see if I'm right.
Last but not least … I finally watched "Fadeout", the finale of Arrow. I have to say I couldn't have asked for a better end to the series. I'm so sad to see this chapter of the Arrowverse close but I'm also thrilled to have been a part of the experience from the very beginning. I got to watch the characters grow and change and become who and what they're meant to be. I think my favorite thing about this whole season are the callbacks to previous seasons and the cavalcade of familiar faces from the past—seriously, I don't think they missed anyone—and how they made Oliver's send-off worth its weight in green arrows. The fadeout with Oliver and Felicity in Moira's office ended up being pretty much a perfect endcap to the entire series. My glass is raised and my pile of tissues is testament to the emotional journey I took with the cast and crew of one of my very favorite shows ever.
Whew. I'm actually getting a kick in the feels all over again.
And that's a good note to wrap up television for this week. Tonight's post is from Five by Five, a sexy short that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Vasha Eick has everything she wants. Deke Vitali will be the cherry on top. An old rival shows up, shifting the dynamic and Vash has to stake a claim or get out of the way.
And a sneaky peek…
"I almost pulled it off." Vasha sprinted down the corridor, the thought still rolling around in her head.Almost. But too-smart-for-his-own-damned-good Deke figured her sleight of hand out. Because of course he did.Vasha made a quick turn, her side starting to ache from the crazy-mad run. She'd given escape her best shot, but Deke caught up just outside the head. Vasha ducked inside, breathless from the chase. Grabbing hold of the metal mesh of the lockers, she tried to catch her breath. Damn Deke and his wicked long legs.He entered and stood with his arms folded over his chest. Between her and the exit. Well, hell. She hadn't thought a plan through at all. She straightened and slid her gaze toward the hatch. Wondered if she had enough time to get across the floor to duck back out before Deke could grab her and exact revenge.Sensing her thoughts, he reached back and slid a wrench through the release, effectively locking them in. Shit. The man knew her too damned well.She met his gaze and a triumphant smile edged over his features. She didn't think she quite liked his victorious grin. Deke could be scary creative when he had the upper hand. He slowly advanced toward her and she turned to face him fully. Not like she didn't deserve whatever he planned to dish out. She'd take it like the solider she'd trained to be.Deke stopped, inches away from her.She raised an eyebrow. "So, you caught me. Now what?"He dropped his gaze and his eyes did a slow head-to-toe perusal. Sweaty, face flushed, she doubted her appearance looked very good. Tilting his head to the side, he studied her for several moments. Took everything she had not to squirm under the intense scrutiny.His head straightened and he asked one simple question. "Why?"Okay. Not what she expected. A blazing setdown for cheating, an angry blast for having to chase after her, she anticipated those.Confused, she queried back. "Why what?"He lifted a brow. "Naked briefing?"A slow smirk crossed her face and she treated him to head-to-toe once-over. "You're kidding, right? If I have to explain that one to you, you're hopeless." Did the guy never look in a mirror?He flushed, but acknowledged the backhanded compliment with a shrug. "Why cheat?"He appeared more upset about the quick-change card thing than standing in front of a roomful of pilots without a stitch on? Wonders would never cease.She chuckled, but dropped her gaze. "Hey, I'm just doing my bit for the female crew members." She tilted her head. "You do know they fight over who gets to shower at your usual times, don't you?"His brows knit. He hadn't known. Of course, he wouldn't. Not in Deke's make-up to stay up to date about who lusted after him.He shook his head. "They do? What the hell?"Vasha's laugh came out sultrier than she intended. "Deke, you're hot. Of course they do."He wondered aloud. "So the fact you're always in the shower at the same time?"And again, Mr. Intelligence latched onto the one thing she'd rather he not. But whatever, she owed him an honest answer.She admitted the truth. "I'm human. I like to look."He grew thoughtful. "Interesting." His gaze pinned hers. "And good to know." He turned, yanked the wrench out, and released the hatch.Leaving? Just when the conversation got good? And with zero retaliation?She had to ask. "So … no payback?" Relief felt better than it should. He could still claim his win. "You're letting me off the hook?"Deke shot her an unreadable look over his shoulder. "You're safe." He pushed the door open and walked through, but his voice carried back. "For now." Vasha shuddered, a delicious shiver hitting all her hot spots. She ignored the implied threat and focused on the something different in his tone. A suggestive undercurrent, promising something more … but not what.Or when.Vasha had a feeling routine ship life might be a whole lot more fun in the near future.
I have so much fun writing Vash and Deke. This story started out as a little conflict-free romp but took a turn when the sages introduced the idea for a nemesis. I'm excited to see how it all comes together.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
July 4, 2020
Sunday Snippet: First Time Laid Eyes on You
Well, July is off to a roaring start. Daughter's graduation party is scheduled for today and I'm hoping we have a good turnout but also spaced out over the three hours of the party. I'm filling out my blog post early and getting it ready to post beforehand.
Had a semi-busy week between work and the party prep, but I did get some solid television watched. I started out with Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries. This is a rewatch for me but I love the show.
Also caught another arc of Classic Who. The four-part Ark in Space episodes. Not a bad group.
Watched another episode of The Witcher and, ouch, kind of a heartbreaker episode. I did totally love the dragons though. Looking forward to the next episode.
Caught two more season three episodes of Danger Man. I don't remember either of them so I enjoyed watching.
And that's it for this week. I should have more time next week to dive into some of the shows I'm behind on. And I have to watch the finale of Arrow. I'll have at least two boxes of tissues on hand. Just saying.
Tonight's post is from First Time Laid Eyes on You, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Nadia Blunt takes one look at Bart Uppermark and decides they'll make a great team in the air and on the ground. But when Bart shows zero interest in working together—she takes too many risks for his comfort zone—Nadia pulls out all the stops and proves him wrong.
And a sneaky peek…
Nadia Blunt kicked back in her rack, reviewing the specs for the new flight simulators. "About time we got updates. We've only been flying the new birds for two years now." She skipped over the listed programs, preferring to go in blind and pick a random scenario.She'd already scheduled an hour in the machine, but got bumped to make time for a higher ranking officer. "Figures. Some bigwig usurps my spot." Not that she could complain … she'd been lucky she held the top spot during the last qualifying runs.She rolled her eyes. Since the sparkly units were installed this morning, she couldn't wait to get her turn and thought she'd be the first one in. Not so much.The hatch clanged open and her bunkmate burst through the space, skidding to a halt while gasping for breath. Nadia set the manual aside and straightened, waiting to see what had Jancie in a tizzy.Jancie held up a hand and dragged air into her lungs. "You'll never ever guess who's on base right now." She paused, sucking in more oxygen. "Your fantasy dream man, Captain Uppermark." Jancie stepped forward and shoved Nadia's feet off the bunk then plopped down.Nadia scrambled to her feet. "Parble, you'd better not be messing with me." Holy hell.Jancie shook her head. "Not on this. I wouldn't. Not only is he here, he's the one who bumped you. He's in the simulator right now." She pointed toward the corridor.Nadia all but tripped over her feet to get out of the bunkroom—with Jancie's laughter following her—and down to the simulator section. Nadia's fascination with Bart Uppermark went back a long way. She'd used his record as her benchmark, striving to break his records during her time in flight school. Having him on base, and being the one to take her scheduled time, had to mean something on the cosmic scale of what could go right in the universe.Right?Entering the corridor where the simulators were, she grabbed a petty officer. "Captain Bart Uppermark? Which sim?" If the captain only used her allotted space, he only had fifteen minutes left.And she wanted to see every possible moment.The petty officer sputtered and tried to sidestep her question.She tightened her grip on his arm. "Now, petty officer." Her impatience almost boiled over.He pointed to the door behind. "Sim three." Jerking his arm out of her grasp, he gave her a nasty look.She quirked a brow, daring him to complain. She outranked him and, dammit, she needed to watch Uppermark in his element. Like she needed to breathe, or fly, or eat.She cut the petty officer a break and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you. Sorry for getting in your face." Moving past him, she put her hand on the knob to the viewing room.And froze. She took a long moment to try and calm her racing heart.I'm going to watch a master at work.And not even be the least bit upset he'd taken her time.
I like how this story is coming together. The title will absolutely undergo a change, but it works for now. When it's ready for publication, it's too much of a mouthful. LOL
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
Had a semi-busy week between work and the party prep, but I did get some solid television watched. I started out with Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries. This is a rewatch for me but I love the show.
Also caught another arc of Classic Who. The four-part Ark in Space episodes. Not a bad group.
Watched another episode of The Witcher and, ouch, kind of a heartbreaker episode. I did totally love the dragons though. Looking forward to the next episode.
Caught two more season three episodes of Danger Man. I don't remember either of them so I enjoyed watching.
And that's it for this week. I should have more time next week to dive into some of the shows I'm behind on. And I have to watch the finale of Arrow. I'll have at least two boxes of tissues on hand. Just saying.
Tonight's post is from First Time Laid Eyes on You, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Nadia Blunt takes one look at Bart Uppermark and decides they'll make a great team in the air and on the ground. But when Bart shows zero interest in working together—she takes too many risks for his comfort zone—Nadia pulls out all the stops and proves him wrong.
And a sneaky peek…
Nadia Blunt kicked back in her rack, reviewing the specs for the new flight simulators. "About time we got updates. We've only been flying the new birds for two years now." She skipped over the listed programs, preferring to go in blind and pick a random scenario.She'd already scheduled an hour in the machine, but got bumped to make time for a higher ranking officer. "Figures. Some bigwig usurps my spot." Not that she could complain … she'd been lucky she held the top spot during the last qualifying runs.She rolled her eyes. Since the sparkly units were installed this morning, she couldn't wait to get her turn and thought she'd be the first one in. Not so much.The hatch clanged open and her bunkmate burst through the space, skidding to a halt while gasping for breath. Nadia set the manual aside and straightened, waiting to see what had Jancie in a tizzy.Jancie held up a hand and dragged air into her lungs. "You'll never ever guess who's on base right now." She paused, sucking in more oxygen. "Your fantasy dream man, Captain Uppermark." Jancie stepped forward and shoved Nadia's feet off the bunk then plopped down.Nadia scrambled to her feet. "Parble, you'd better not be messing with me." Holy hell.Jancie shook her head. "Not on this. I wouldn't. Not only is he here, he's the one who bumped you. He's in the simulator right now." She pointed toward the corridor.Nadia all but tripped over her feet to get out of the bunkroom—with Jancie's laughter following her—and down to the simulator section. Nadia's fascination with Bart Uppermark went back a long way. She'd used his record as her benchmark, striving to break his records during her time in flight school. Having him on base, and being the one to take her scheduled time, had to mean something on the cosmic scale of what could go right in the universe.Right?Entering the corridor where the simulators were, she grabbed a petty officer. "Captain Bart Uppermark? Which sim?" If the captain only used her allotted space, he only had fifteen minutes left.And she wanted to see every possible moment.The petty officer sputtered and tried to sidestep her question.She tightened her grip on his arm. "Now, petty officer." Her impatience almost boiled over.He pointed to the door behind. "Sim three." Jerking his arm out of her grasp, he gave her a nasty look.She quirked a brow, daring him to complain. She outranked him and, dammit, she needed to watch Uppermark in his element. Like she needed to breathe, or fly, or eat.She cut the petty officer a break and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you. Sorry for getting in your face." Moving past him, she put her hand on the knob to the viewing room.And froze. She took a long moment to try and calm her racing heart.I'm going to watch a master at work.And not even be the least bit upset he'd taken her time.
I like how this story is coming together. The title will absolutely undergo a change, but it works for now. When it's ready for publication, it's too much of a mouthful. LOL
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
June 28, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Fireworks
June is coming to a close and I can honestly say this feels like the longest effing year while at the same time the days are flying off the calendar. It's bizarre and baffling. 2020 is probably going to go down as the year I want to forget but won't be able to. LOL
Rather slow week of television but I did get a few things watched. I started with Kings of Broadway, a charity program on YouTube. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
Started season three of Danger Man and thought it would be color episodes, but it's not yet. Enjoyed the first episode.
Caught another episode of Strike Back and Strike Back Declassified. I've only got two episodes left and then I'll have to start a rewatch because I love these characters so much.
Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and look forward to seeing how it ends. I like this Aussie drama and have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of familiar faces.
Watched another episode of Gargoyles. It's one I don't remember so it was nice to have something to sink into. I think I'm about a third of the way through the second season.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Fireworks, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Adelle Lizt and Zeth McKibbet are a volatile mix—neither gives quarter when they know they're right. But with two sides to every situation, they find some common ground in a very interesting place—the guest quarters on base.
And a sneaky peek…
Zander McKibbet pumped out a rapid set of leg presses. He'd been at his workout for close to an hour and finally found his groove. Fifteen more minutes and he'd call it a day."Hey, McKibbet! You've got a phone call." One of the trainers brought a wireless handset out to him.Zander growled. "Are you kidding me? I'm in the middle of my reps." He did the final three of his set and snagged the handset. "What?" His terse tone should make the other person shake in their boots."Bro, I'm gonna fail flight school if you don't help me."Okay, his brother wouldn't cower in fear, but he should've at least clocked the suck-ass timing. Keith had a copy of Zander's schedule. Hence calling him in the middle of his workout.Giving up the hope of finishing, Zander got up and wiped down the leg press. "Keith, slow down and explain what happened." Finals didn't start until the following week.Keith huffed out a frustrated breath. "You've got to talk sense into my flight instructor. The stupid bitch just informed me I'm done. She won't even let me take the finals."Zander frowned. How did that work? An instructor couldn't bar a cadet from taking the final flight runs. Unless they had a damned good reason. And, frankly, this did not count as something he wanted to get sucked into even if he understood how upset Keith must be. Hell, I'm upset for him. But Keith needed to grow a pair and stand up for himself.Zander exited the gym and headed for the locker room. "Keith, I'm not keen on getting between you and your flight instructor. If it was one of my old ones, I might be willing, but I'm not familiar with Lieutenant Lizt." Other than being up on her credentials, which were impeccable.Keith made a garbled choking sound. "Trust me, you don't want to be. She's a rank bitch."Zander stopped walking and held the handset away from his ear. That's the second time Keith trashed his instructor. All because she's a woman? Shaking his head, he tucked the receiver between his chin and shoulder to open the locker room door.Keith's voice took on a note of desperation. "Zan? Zan, are you there?"Zander stopped at his locker and pulled it open. "Yeah, what were you saying?" They'd have an in-depth conversation about Keith's misogyny later.Keith gave an exasperated sigh. "I'm begging here, Zan. Please. I mean, come on, bro. You know how disappointed Dad will be if I don't get my wings."Zander rolled his eyes. Maybe. But he'd also probably like it if Keith actually earned them. The gold pips didn't just get handed out because someone wanted them.Stifling that train of thought, Zander caved. "Fine. I'll stop by the training facility and at least speak to her; see if she'll sway her decision." His brother crowed his relief. "No promises, Keith. I'll talk to her. That's it."Keith signed off. "Thanks, man. I know you'll pull through for me."Zander stared at the handset. "Don't count on it." But he'd give the request his best try.Only because he'd had a few truly crappy instructors who went out of their way to break students. And they'd piled on him because of his dad.Zander wouldn't let the same happen to Keith.
I have to say, I'm very pleased with how this story is coming together. The sibling dynamic is one of my favorite things to write and I love Zander and Keith.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
Rather slow week of television but I did get a few things watched. I started with Kings of Broadway, a charity program on YouTube. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
Started season three of Danger Man and thought it would be color episodes, but it's not yet. Enjoyed the first episode.
Caught another episode of Strike Back and Strike Back Declassified. I've only got two episodes left and then I'll have to start a rewatch because I love these characters so much.
Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and look forward to seeing how it ends. I like this Aussie drama and have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of familiar faces.
Watched another episode of Gargoyles. It's one I don't remember so it was nice to have something to sink into. I think I'm about a third of the way through the second season.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Fireworks, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Adelle Lizt and Zeth McKibbet are a volatile mix—neither gives quarter when they know they're right. But with two sides to every situation, they find some common ground in a very interesting place—the guest quarters on base.
And a sneaky peek…
Zander McKibbet pumped out a rapid set of leg presses. He'd been at his workout for close to an hour and finally found his groove. Fifteen more minutes and he'd call it a day."Hey, McKibbet! You've got a phone call." One of the trainers brought a wireless handset out to him.Zander growled. "Are you kidding me? I'm in the middle of my reps." He did the final three of his set and snagged the handset. "What?" His terse tone should make the other person shake in their boots."Bro, I'm gonna fail flight school if you don't help me."Okay, his brother wouldn't cower in fear, but he should've at least clocked the suck-ass timing. Keith had a copy of Zander's schedule. Hence calling him in the middle of his workout.Giving up the hope of finishing, Zander got up and wiped down the leg press. "Keith, slow down and explain what happened." Finals didn't start until the following week.Keith huffed out a frustrated breath. "You've got to talk sense into my flight instructor. The stupid bitch just informed me I'm done. She won't even let me take the finals."Zander frowned. How did that work? An instructor couldn't bar a cadet from taking the final flight runs. Unless they had a damned good reason. And, frankly, this did not count as something he wanted to get sucked into even if he understood how upset Keith must be. Hell, I'm upset for him. But Keith needed to grow a pair and stand up for himself.Zander exited the gym and headed for the locker room. "Keith, I'm not keen on getting between you and your flight instructor. If it was one of my old ones, I might be willing, but I'm not familiar with Lieutenant Lizt." Other than being up on her credentials, which were impeccable.Keith made a garbled choking sound. "Trust me, you don't want to be. She's a rank bitch."Zander stopped walking and held the handset away from his ear. That's the second time Keith trashed his instructor. All because she's a woman? Shaking his head, he tucked the receiver between his chin and shoulder to open the locker room door.Keith's voice took on a note of desperation. "Zan? Zan, are you there?"Zander stopped at his locker and pulled it open. "Yeah, what were you saying?" They'd have an in-depth conversation about Keith's misogyny later.Keith gave an exasperated sigh. "I'm begging here, Zan. Please. I mean, come on, bro. You know how disappointed Dad will be if I don't get my wings."Zander rolled his eyes. Maybe. But he'd also probably like it if Keith actually earned them. The gold pips didn't just get handed out because someone wanted them.Stifling that train of thought, Zander caved. "Fine. I'll stop by the training facility and at least speak to her; see if she'll sway her decision." His brother crowed his relief. "No promises, Keith. I'll talk to her. That's it."Keith signed off. "Thanks, man. I know you'll pull through for me."Zander stared at the handset. "Don't count on it." But he'd give the request his best try.Only because he'd had a few truly crappy instructors who went out of their way to break students. And they'd piled on him because of his dad.Zander wouldn't let the same happen to Keith.
I have to say, I'm very pleased with how this story is coming together. The sibling dynamic is one of my favorite things to write and I love Zander and Keith.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
June 21, 2020
Sunday Snippet: Finding Calm
June 21, 2020
I can't believe there's only one more week and a few days of June left. This year seems to be flying by so fast—even with a pandemic and social distancing.
Slow week of television again but a good one for client phone calls. I have a couple if potentially interesting new projects to be excited about.
I did finish up Danger Man with the last few episodes of season two. I'll be starting the color episodes this week along with the new title of Secret Agent. Should be fun.
I also got through the Riverdale episode I started last week and, surprisingly, it got better. I kind of understand where Alice came from but it still annoys me to no end. Veronica's savage takedown of Hiram made my week. I also ended up really enjoying the Cheryl session with the guidance counselor—whoever tagged Gina Torres for that role deserves a raise. I'm very intrigued by the cutaway end scenes. If not for my absolute complete and utter loathing of Hiram, I would be so set to keep watching this show. As it is, I literally hate that character so much, I'll probably only skim through the season.
I caught another episode of Roswell, New Mexico and thoroughly enjoyed it. I like Alex and Michael working as a team without the usual UST between them. Having them become actual friends is a great thing and I'm totally there to watch that happen. Loved having the former Max back as a Mains ancestor. Here's hoping he'll be available for more flashback scenes. I like where Isabel is headed and love what she did for Arturo and Liz. Also loved, loved, loved Kyle's scenes with his mom. I'm not quite sure how I feel about the dean's daughter storyline, but I'm down with whatever happens. I kind of have a tiny hope Kyle ends up hooking up with Cameron at some point … but that's only if Jessie doesn't have her abducted. I totally don't believe he's been shackled by anyone or anything. In fact, I'd lay odds he's the actual private security firm's leader. That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it.
Last but not least, I watched another episode of Peak Practice. I've been staying with the chronological order for now and I'm working my way through the second season. Should have it finished up within the month. I hope.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Finding Calm, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Sunny didn't realize how deep she'd gotten in with Hank until she'd been captured the first time. She'd been on leave and the ride she hopped got ambushed and held as a bargaining tool. She kept her head down and let her captors believe she belonged to the crew. Too bad they eventually found out she held rank in the military.Josh Harstine, one of the other passengers made a valiant attempt to convince the enemy he was Lieutenant Sonny Gage, but it didn't fly. They'd either hacked the records or had an inside source and knew Lt. Gage happened to be female. The leader attempted to execute Josh, but Sunny made a flying leap to knock Harstine down and got shot for her efforts.She woke up with a bullet wound; hazy, foggy, and subjected to the most bizarre questions about her reproductive health. Creeped out by the interrogator who claimed to be a doctor, his interest made her skin crawl. He poked and prodded and made too many inquiries. And he always added something to her IV whenever he left. It made her loopy and sleepy and she could never stay awake longer than a few minutes.Sunny did start to wake up sooner, and it gave her time to do a quick assessment of her injury. She did not like the second scar she found just below the bullet wound. She ended up under forced sedation when she asked about the lower spot. She really didn't care for that at all.When she woke up, she plugged the IV tube, crimping it so whatever drug they kept giving her couldn’t reach her bloodstream. She had a new person doing the poking and prodding, the creepy doctor nowhere in sight. Relieved, she thought she might finally get some answers, but she didn't get any further with the new guy. Instead of a constant stream of almost incomprehensible words strung together to sound like a sentence, the current doctor answered short, clipped bursts.Sunny decided she'd had enough. When he pushed a syringe into the port on her IV, she again crimped the tubing and feigned falling asleep. She waited until her room darkened and very slowly made her way to the door. Pushing it open, she poked her head outside and blew out a relieved breath. The corridor empty, she quickly grabbed her medical chart and quietly closed the door.Shuffling over toward the window, she read by the moonlight streaming in and gasped. The second scar didn't have anything to do with internal bleeding after the bullet had been removed. They'd taken one of her ovaries.
In all honesty, this one is a bit of a mess. The scenes keep coming and I love everything but it's going to need some slick polish when everything is said and done.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
I can't believe there's only one more week and a few days of June left. This year seems to be flying by so fast—even with a pandemic and social distancing.
Slow week of television again but a good one for client phone calls. I have a couple if potentially interesting new projects to be excited about.
I did finish up Danger Man with the last few episodes of season two. I'll be starting the color episodes this week along with the new title of Secret Agent. Should be fun.
I also got through the Riverdale episode I started last week and, surprisingly, it got better. I kind of understand where Alice came from but it still annoys me to no end. Veronica's savage takedown of Hiram made my week. I also ended up really enjoying the Cheryl session with the guidance counselor—whoever tagged Gina Torres for that role deserves a raise. I'm very intrigued by the cutaway end scenes. If not for my absolute complete and utter loathing of Hiram, I would be so set to keep watching this show. As it is, I literally hate that character so much, I'll probably only skim through the season.
I caught another episode of Roswell, New Mexico and thoroughly enjoyed it. I like Alex and Michael working as a team without the usual UST between them. Having them become actual friends is a great thing and I'm totally there to watch that happen. Loved having the former Max back as a Mains ancestor. Here's hoping he'll be available for more flashback scenes. I like where Isabel is headed and love what she did for Arturo and Liz. Also loved, loved, loved Kyle's scenes with his mom. I'm not quite sure how I feel about the dean's daughter storyline, but I'm down with whatever happens. I kind of have a tiny hope Kyle ends up hooking up with Cameron at some point … but that's only if Jessie doesn't have her abducted. I totally don't believe he's been shackled by anyone or anything. In fact, I'd lay odds he's the actual private security firm's leader. That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it.
Last but not least, I watched another episode of Peak Practice. I've been staying with the chronological order for now and I'm working my way through the second season. Should have it finished up within the month. I hope.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Finding Calm, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Sunny didn't realize how deep she'd gotten in with Hank until she'd been captured the first time. She'd been on leave and the ride she hopped got ambushed and held as a bargaining tool. She kept her head down and let her captors believe she belonged to the crew. Too bad they eventually found out she held rank in the military.Josh Harstine, one of the other passengers made a valiant attempt to convince the enemy he was Lieutenant Sonny Gage, but it didn't fly. They'd either hacked the records or had an inside source and knew Lt. Gage happened to be female. The leader attempted to execute Josh, but Sunny made a flying leap to knock Harstine down and got shot for her efforts.She woke up with a bullet wound; hazy, foggy, and subjected to the most bizarre questions about her reproductive health. Creeped out by the interrogator who claimed to be a doctor, his interest made her skin crawl. He poked and prodded and made too many inquiries. And he always added something to her IV whenever he left. It made her loopy and sleepy and she could never stay awake longer than a few minutes.Sunny did start to wake up sooner, and it gave her time to do a quick assessment of her injury. She did not like the second scar she found just below the bullet wound. She ended up under forced sedation when she asked about the lower spot. She really didn't care for that at all.When she woke up, she plugged the IV tube, crimping it so whatever drug they kept giving her couldn’t reach her bloodstream. She had a new person doing the poking and prodding, the creepy doctor nowhere in sight. Relieved, she thought she might finally get some answers, but she didn't get any further with the new guy. Instead of a constant stream of almost incomprehensible words strung together to sound like a sentence, the current doctor answered short, clipped bursts.Sunny decided she'd had enough. When he pushed a syringe into the port on her IV, she again crimped the tubing and feigned falling asleep. She waited until her room darkened and very slowly made her way to the door. Pushing it open, she poked her head outside and blew out a relieved breath. The corridor empty, she quickly grabbed her medical chart and quietly closed the door.Shuffling over toward the window, she read by the moonlight streaming in and gasped. The second scar didn't have anything to do with internal bleeding after the bullet had been removed. They'd taken one of her ovaries.
In all honesty, this one is a bit of a mess. The scenes keep coming and I love everything but it's going to need some slick polish when everything is said and done.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
