Whew. Very long week where focus became a huge hurdle. Without getting into a whole too much information thing, hormones are a total pain in the ass and not a lot of fun to deal with. Bleh.
Decent viewing week in television. Caught another episode of Endeavour and it ended up being pretty terrific. Two more episodes of season five then a wait for season six.
Next up… Roswell, New Mexico. This show has been eating my brain in a really good way. I caught up on all the back episodes and started a rewatch already. Seriously, I haven't had a show do this to me since Battlestar Galactica and Arrow. I'm going to be so disappointed if Roswell, NM doesn't get a second season.
Started an episode of Midsomer Murders and it's rather interesting to see Jones sporting a beard. The character looks so different, especially when glasses are added to the mix.
Caught another episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles and it's one I'd forgotten about. Only six or so more episodes before the end of the line. Also caught the next to last episode of Birds of Prey. I'll finish up that series and head back to Blade on CW Seed.
Watched the fifth episode of Strike Back and loved the twist and reveal of who Kingfisher actually is. Gotta say I didn't see it coming and loved not knowing. Things will get very tricky now, or more tricky because this show doesn't do anything else. With luck, the DEA agent will meet with a satisfying end. Just saying.
Caught an episode of Chicago Fire and have to comment how nice it is to not have the squirrely deputy commissioner in my face anymore. I'll keep saying that in the hopes he'll never grace the screen again. I'm still kind of "bleh" about Stella and Kelly's breakup. A little too contrived and disappointing.
Watched a Classic Roswell episode. I'd forgotten how much of an ass Kyle is in the first season. Geez.
Also caught a couple Classic Who episodes. Getting ready to watch the Time Meddler episodes, which should be fun.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Muddy Up the Waters, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "That's right."
Here's the mini-blurb:
Fiona and Warrick can't quite get their timing together long enough to be on the same page when it comes to making a commitment. Instead they expend their energy on playing a game of who can hurt who the most… until one decides enough is enough.
And a preview snippet…
Fiona Freeman paused beside her vehicle parked outside the shop she owned. "What the hell?" A charmed message floated above the windshield.
The magical missive freaked her out. Not because anyone could see it, only she could. But because it had been almost three years since she'd had contact with anyone in the glade.
Well, anyone of importance anyway. She maintained several friendships with fringers, people with one foot in and one foot out of the supernaturally protected environment. Fae creatures, shifters, magical and preternatural beings all found sanctuary and purpose in the glade—if they abided by the rules.
Fiona snorted. "Not exactly my strong suit." She unlocked the car and stowed her bags.
Then she used her witch blood to guide the message closer so she could review it.
Time's up. You're needed in the glade. Now. Warrick
Warrick Lawton. Ex-mentor. Ex-best friend. Ex-love of her life. Current head of council—the main reason they were no longer together—and all-around jerk.
Loosely translated, the brief command demanded she stop playing in the real world and get her ass back home. The unnecessary "now" only served as a needling dig. Which, okay, she might deserve. A little.
Because she'd made it clear when she left the only way she'd return would be by demand. "Looks like my self-imposed exile is over." Fine. Life on the outside didn't thrill her that much anyway.
But she did love the whimsical store she owned. A quick text exchange with her lone employee, Lyla, covered the week's hours. Enough to let Fiona sort out the summons. She hoped.
Taking a quick glance around, she thought about moving her car, but decided to send off another text and ask Lyla to drive it around to the alley behind the shop in the morning. For extra security, Fiona placed a quick ward around the perimeter to avoid any unwanted attention. Anyone who tried to mess with the car would get a nasty surprise.
Stepping back, she considered how to make her entrance to the glad. A wickedly wonderful idea took shape in her mind. If Warrick needed her immediate presence, she'd comply. Didn't mean he'd like the way she showed up.
She smirked. "After all, wouldn't want to keep the big man waiting, right?" Her lips curved in a wider smile. "Time to break out the broom." Snapping her fingers, the object appeared.
Fashioned to look like one of the original handmade relics, Fiona's broom had an ash handle with sage and thin branches from a fire bush making up the brush. Hoisting a leg over the long end, she muttered a cloaking spell and straddled the rough-hewn sweeper.
Once she'd taken flight, she squared her shoulders. "Get ready, Warrick. The witch's wrath knows no bounds."
Honestly? I'm enjoying this story. It's still in the early stages and not everything has gelled yet and I love the process of discovery, figuring out where the next scene comes from and how it fits.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
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