So apparently
there's some awards show on tonight. LOL
Not really watching
the Oscars, I got sucked in to Doctor Who instead. Man, the classic episodes
take me back…WAY back to my childhood. And no, I’m not even fifty yet, but I
remember watching the show with my dad on the local PBS station. :D
Anyway…tonight's
post is a snippet from Dodging Reality, a story set during a war on the
edges of space. Writing the snappy, snarky dialog has been a thing of pleasure.
Here's the tagline:
Dodging Reality. Where
the front lines meet the ambitions of a reporter bent on snagging the highest
ratings…even if she has to push Vic and Caro into a compromising position to
get them.
And here's a wee
sneaky peek…
Caro finished up the post flight
check of Jazz's bird. She had to hand it to Vic. He'd made a good call, assigning
the detail work to her. Caro could completely lose herself in the mechanics of
checking systems and marking boxes. Caro wondered if Presley had made her way
through the entire crew yet, to get their take on Jazz's 'predicament'. The
woman wanted anything—discussion of missions, internal scuttlebutt, dirt on
rivalries—everything she really couldn't have. Basically, she wanted to catch
the squadron with their pants down. The irony of that? She'd caught the CAG
wearing nothing but a towel…and that had been after a full frontal shot of him
stepping out of the shower.
Caro would bet the rating numbers
would soar after that segment aired. Vic Albright happened to be one primo
specimen of manhood.
Especially when he got pissed
off. Normally unflappable, even he felt the strain of Monique the Menace's
constant presence. Never knowing which corner she'd leap out of next put
everyone on edge. It had just taken Vic a little longer to lose his patience.
The towel incident had been his
final straw. He completely blasted the interviewer—on screen—for barging into
their living quarters—strictly off-limits per the production agreement—and
suggested that if she wanted to catch everyone with their pants down, she
should schedule a date and time for the entire crew to show up and drop trou.
Needless to say that hadn't gone
over well with the reporter. She took umbrage with the suggestion and stated
she had no interest in seeing anyone bare-assed naked. Vic calmly informed her
that if he caught her in the private quarters again, he'd have to assume she'd
changed her mind and have the entire crew line up outside her suite of rooms
and strip off. With a blinding smile, he thanked her for her time, removed his
microphone and exited the interview room.
The way he managed to deliver a
scathing set down without raising his voice always amazed Caro. Of course
Monique had no clue he used that carefully controlled, overly polite tone when
he was this close to losing his shit. The pilots all gave him wide berth for
the rest of the day.
But Monique? Oh no. She took his
words as a flirtation and batted her eyelashes and flashed her teeth and tits
whenever she got within spitting distance of him. Her camera crew rolled their
eyes and shook their heads. They knew she didn't stand a chance with the major.
Caro smirked. As if. The prissy
reporter did not fit Vic's type. Hell, Caro fit his type better than Monique
Aromatherapy ever would.
This one is almost
complete. Hoping to get it polished up and ready to submit or publish in the
next month or so. Wish me luck!
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
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