And so the crazypants onslaught begins. October starts the official launch of "let's go Mach II with our hair on fire" season. Homecoming is this weekend and my daughter is hosting nine other couples for pictures and dinner. Then we slide into Halloween, followed by the fall sports banquet, Thanksgiving, Christmas, the New Year, and starting January 11, birthdays for all but one of my immediate family. LOL See… crazypants.
So, moving on to what calms me… television. The Last Ship proved, once again, it's never a good idea to mess with a wolf. Seriously, a few nice reveals were dropped and the episode let Fletch redeem himself… kind of. I'm probably in the minority but I'm not quite ready to forgive his transgressions yet.
Still need to watch Teen Wolf's finale. The past week got crazy busy so I didn't have time.
Finished up The Defenders and, yeah, I pretty much loved it. Looking forward to more from the individual series and also to The Punisher whenever it arrives. Heh, if it hasn't already because I'm that far behind right now.
Almost finished with Hawaii Five-0. Truly can't see how season eight is going to be decent without Chin or Kono. I guess I'll play it by ear.
I'm all caught up on Gotham and I love this show. The soft intro of Bruce's alter ego ended up being exactly perfect. Penguin raining havoc is a joy to watch. And poor Jim is getting ready for another round of the absolute wrong woman for him bingo. Falcone's daughter is probably not what the doctor ordered for the guy. Just saying.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Voltage, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt but it veered so far from the original idea I can't really include here. So… metahumans deal with very human failings.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Tess Truvient, Gentry Malloway, and Hunter Keepman use their meta-human abilities for the cause of justice by working with a covert organization with a global reach. Tess and Hunter have a volatile relationship, on one day and off the next. Enter new recruit, Gentry, and Tess finds a much needed distraction—if only for a few months—except something about Gentry draws her in and she's caught off guard when it's time for him to ship out to his permanent post.
And a preview snippet…
Pulling into HQ, Hunter stopped the van and exited the vehicle. The tech goons would deal with the cargo. He'd finished his job. Right now, he needed to hit the war room and work out some frustration. Tess giving him shit about the lasers stuck in his craw and pissed him off. Not like she ever had to manipulate heavy objects with her mind, or worry about potential fallout if said object didn't make it to a designation, on top of keeping someone else's ass safe.
His head hurt from the combination of the effort it took to get out safely and Tess's bitchy attitude. A round in the war room, hopefully blowing lots of shit up, should help the pounding drum concert throbbing along his temples.
He made a quick turn and entered the changing area, stripping off his protective wrist guards and flinging them across the room.
"Hunter! Hold up." Tess skidded to a halt at the doorway.
His head angled around. "Not now, Tess."
She didn't listen, coming up to stand beside him. "Look, I owe you an apology." Her fingers wrapped around his forearm. "I'm sorry, Hunter. You didn't deserve my bitchy snark back there." She met his gaze. "We gotta stop dragging our personal drama into the work."
Well, didn't she nail their dilemma on the head?
Hunter lifted a shoulder. "Yeah, well, easier said than done." He turned away, not quite ready for a full make-up yet.
Tess let him go. "I'm headed home." She started for the exit but glanced over her shoulder. "See you there later?" A glimmer of concern crept into her gaze.
Hunter grunted. "Yeah. Later." After he got rid of the residual anger and frustration.
She lifted a hand and left. The room seemed to dim without her in it… which had nothing to do with her ability. Tess lit places up with her personality.
He craved her bright and bold nature and the need never sat well with him.
He stalked into the war room and set up a series of exercises, ones that would put him through several dangerous scenarios. If he completed every level, he should expel enough of his pent-up energy to be rational and even-keeled again. Normal.
He snorted. "When am I ever normal?"
Only with Tess.
I love writing humans with extraordinary abilities, especially when those skills don't protect them from their worst tendencies.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
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