September 29, 2019
Had a crazy busy
week with multiple projects coming due and, thankfully, I made the deadlines.
I'll freely admit there might have been some wine to help along the way. More
as a reward at the end of the week than during the actual crunch time.
I made a lot of
progress on the three shows I'm currently watching. This means I haven't seen
any of the premieres of the new seasons yet. I'm weirdly out of sync with
everyone else and I'm not eager to dive into the new stuff yet.
I continued with
season three of Peter Gunn and have a
handful of episodes left to watch. Season three marks the end of the run and
I'm not sure what I'll replace this show with, but I think I'd like to go with
another classic television series. We'll see what I can find.
I'm through season
seven of Classic Who and have a start
on season eight. I'm in the Mind of Evil arc. The Master is now a nemesis and
it's fun to watch how the long-standing rivalry started between the Doctor and
the Master.
I've also finished
up series eighteen of Midsomer Murders
and should start nineteen soon. That leaves about twelve or so episodes left
before I finish up the entire run. Not sure what I'll replace this one with
either. I might finish The Coroner if
it's still available.
That's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Automatic Failure, a novella that got a start with a writing
community prompt.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Piper Kemp, a flight
instructor, moves aside to avoid letting her personal feelings influence a
decision about whether to pass one of her students. But when he crashes and
almost loses his life, Knox Petruci steps up to defend Piper and opens a can of
worms because her student happens to be his brother.
And a sneaky peek…
Sometimes Knox wanted to punch
his younger brother in the face. This counted as one of those moments he would
cheerfully do so. His brother's insufferable treatment of his flight
instructor—who for all intents and purposes Abel didn't deserve—rubbed Knox the
wrong way. He shouldn't be surprised Abel tried to play an angle with her—she
definitely had the beauty and brains factor going on—but the disappointment
burned hot anyway. One of these days his brother would get his. Knox hoped he'd
be there to see it happen.
He stared Abel down. "You're
a dick." Folding his arms over his chest, he added one more insult.
"And an asshole."
Abel lifted a shoulder.
"Love you, too, bro." He frowned. "Why are you here? Didn't we
have enough happy family time this morning?"
Again, the urge to smash his fist
into Abel's mouth almost won out. But Knox liked a fair fight, so he resisted
the temptation. Wouldn't be sporting when Abel had two broken legs and a busted
hip. Not to mention bruised ribs. But, hey… adding a broken arm to the mix
might not be a bad idea.
Abel snapped his fingers. "Knox.
What brought you back to the hospital? Aside from the need to call me
names?"
Knox bit back another sarcastic
reply. "You got a call from cryptology and counterintelligence. Don't ask
me why, but they want you for their program." Actually, Abel would be
better suited for spook work than flying any day.
Abel snorted. "News travels
fast. I haven't been out of surgery for a full twenty-four hours yet." He
swept a hand back and forth over his legs. "Hope they're not expecting me
to report anytime soon."
Knox shook his head. "Look,
Abel, I suggest you at least get back to them right away." He reached into
his pocket and pulled out the paper with the phone number on it. "It's an
opportunity for you to excel in a field suited for your particular skill-set."
He put the information on the bedside table and started for the door.
Abel stopped him with a question.
"Hey, what's my particular skill-set?"
Knox glanced over his shoulder.
"Being a dick and an asshole." He pulled the door open. "So get
your head out of your ass and make the call before they realize you might be
too good for the work." Exiting the room, he ignored the barrage of
expletives his brother unleashed.
He had another person to visit, a
nice, amicable veteran who had served with his grandfather.
I loved writing the
exchange between Abel and Knox. Siblings are so much fun to portray, especially
when they're not afraid to call each other on their bullshit.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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