Whew. We got hit
with a ton of snow last night and this morning. About fourteen inches. My
county is under a rare level three snow emergency. I had to drive out this
morning and, it wasn't horrible but I definitely drove slowly. And we only had
about seven inches at that point. So glad I don't have to go out anymore today.
Had a crazy-busy
work week. A project came back that needed some extra TLC after numerous author
revisions. I'm still working on the memoir, and I started a new project with
one of my regular authors. Also working on a long romantasy novel and hitting
the series book when I can.
Had a slower week
of viewing with everything else going on. Prepping for the snowstorm took up
some time and I needed to focus on the work stuff.
I did watch Miss
Fisher and the Crypt of Tears. I thoroughly enjoyed this fan-backed movie
project. A very cool way to cap the series.
Also caught an episode
of Foyle's War that finished out the fifth season. I'd completely
forgotten Foyle actually resigned from the police force. Looking forward to
starting the next season.
Finished up the second
half of Silent Witness. Again, the twists and turns were amazing. So
many red herrings. And a side story that ended up being compelling.
Enjoyed another
episode of Poirot. This one had an interesting side plot with Miss Lemon
that I loved.
That's pretty much
it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from A Quiet Hell, a
novella that explores a paranormal connection between the main characters.
Here's the
miniblurb:
Mattox Lang lives in a quiet hell, seeing and sensing
paranormal activity. Bruce Wendelson has haunting dreams that linger, but he
can never recall the details. Mattox understands Bruce's torment and hopes to
ease her own by helping him deal with the nightmares.
And a preview snippet…
"Why do I gotta be here, Mom?"
Bruce Wendelson sent his brother Bailey a mean look. "I'm not the one
getting in trouble." Stupid Bailey caused all the problems.
Bailey balled up his fist and
punched Bruce in the arm.
Bruce snorted. As if that hurt.
Their mom, Tillie, separated the
boys and entered the therapist's office. "Bailey won't come by himself,
and it's only forty-five minutes." She blew her bangs out of her face and
signed them in.
Bruce rolled his eyes. Easy for
her to say. She doesn't have to sit with shithead Bailey.
He leaned against the counter.
"It's forty-five minutes twice a week, Mom. That's an hour and a
half." Time he could be spending with his friends, doing what
fourteen-year-old boys did.
Instead, he had to babysit his
ten-year-old brother because he wouldn't grow a pair and do therapy on his own.
Bruce folded his arms across his
chest. "He's got the balls to be a dick in class, why can't have them for
this?" Geez, he shouldn't have to explain how much this sucked.
Tillie pulled Bruce aside.
"Bruce Malcolm Wendelson, what have I told about your language?" She
hissed the words between clenched teeth.
Bruce heaved a sigh. "It's not
fair, Mom." Not much had been fair lately.
Her face softened and deep sadness
filled her eyes. "It's not fair that your dad died so young either.
Bailey's really struggling." She paused. "And you are too. Ninety
minutes isn't too much to ask of you."
Bruce rolled his eyes again.
"Whatever, Mom." He'd sit through the stupid counseling session—his
own quiet hell—and listen to Bailey garner sympathy for their loss.
And, yeah, last year had
been difficult, but Bruce managed to get through a school day without trashing
his teachers, destroying gym equipment, or setting fire to anything. But …
Bruce would stop complaining to his mom. She didn't need the added burden. Not
when she missed their dad as much as Bruce did.
The counselor called Bailey's name.
Bruce heaved a sigh. "Better
to suffer in silence." He followed Bailey into the office and started the mental
countdown until they could leave.
I have a lot of
love for this story. Mattox and Bruce are such an interesting couple and I love
writing the vibe between them.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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