Whew. What a week. We
have some actual fall weather, and I love it. Who knows how long it will last.
Pretty sure we'll have at least one more heat-up before December and the
official start of winter.
Had another busy
work week because I'm still playing catch up from being under the weather in late
September. I finished a very challenging copy edit of a 95k-word manuscript.
Great story with a lot going on.
Update on our
doggo. She's doing so much better. She's still a little congested, but she
finished her round of antibiotics and the steroid seems to be helping also. Of
course, she's drinking a ton of water, which means we're going out for potty
breaks about two times her normal rate.
Had a very slow
viewing week. The challenging copy edit required a lot of focus. But I did make
it most of the way through my regular shows.
Started again with Miss
Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Enjoyed the episode because it's one I
remembered and loved on my original run through.
Caught another
episode of Foyle's War and enjoyed watching again. I'd forgotten some of
the key moments in this one. Sam sure struggled a bit to find another place to stay
after her rooming house got bombed.
Enjoyed another
episode of Death in Paradise. Really glad to see Mervin figure out his
mom's murder and also so happy to see Mr. Sterling Fox get his walking papers. Smarmy
jerk.
Watched another
episode of Poirot. I always enjoy when Miss Lemon gets involved in a
case. Watching Hasting completely destroy her filing system—after she told him
not to touch anything—made me laugh out loud. In his defense, he'd already halfway
trashed it before he spoke to her.
Elementary had another solid episode. It's very
interesting to watch Sherlock interact with Moreland. So much trauma to unpack
between them.
I didn't get to
check in with Batman Beyond or Lower Decks this week. I'm hoping
to get a full run this upcoming week.
That's it for the
life update. Tonight's post is from Zulu Delta Niner, a novella about a
couple that meet under tenuous circumstances.
Here's the
miniblurb:
In a war-torn galaxy, Nell Watkinson works to save lives
on the front lines in the battle arena. When she returns home, she meets
Jerrick Haight, a man who's not afraid to fight if his number is called, but he
vehemently opposes waging war when it spreads resources so thin their own
people suffer. On opposite sides of a moral dilemma, Jerrick's actions put him
in danger and Nell uses everything at her disposal to save his life.
And a sneaky peek…
Jerrick clasped Wayne Prewitt's
shoulder in a hard grip. "Dammit, we're not supposed to start anything
physical." He jerked Wayne back before the man had a chance to throw a
punch at a police officer.
Prewitt whirled around. "Keep
your damn hands to yourself. You don't tell me what to do at a protest. I'm
making a point and taking a stand." He spat the words out on a growl.
Jerrick shook his head.
"You're an idiot if you start an altercation in the front yard of the
Ministry of War. The security here is more than police. Home Guard is on hand
at every corner on the ground and on the roof. If you start throwing down,
they'll shoot you. This wouldn't just be a simple arrest." Hammersmith
didn't have to warn Jerrick about the dangers of protesting at the MOW
building.
But he should've laid out the facts
for Wayne.
Prewitt rolled his eyes.
"You're full of shit. We're allowed to voice our opinions. Sometimes that
means getting physical." He balled up one hand and smacked it into his
open palm.
Jerrick stepped back, ready to let
Prewitt learn the hard way. "You really need to brush up on our articles
of federation." A tap on his shoulder had him turning around.
A uniformed military police officer
arched his brows. "Is there a problem here?" He patted his sidearm in
a chest carrier.
Jerrick lifted both hands.
"No, sir. We're just exercising our right to free speech." Movement
along the left side of the building drew Jerrick's gaze.
A woman in a medic uniform, flanked
by two officers, headed for the back entrance of the building. Why would a
medic be needed at the ministry of war's headquarters? Very interesting.
The MP cleared his throat.
"Did you hear what I said?"
Jerrick met the man's gaze. "Sorry,
no. I'll assume it's something about staying peaceful and not making
trouble?" The standard party line.
The officer frowned. "No, I
said clear out. Showtime's over. Almost curfew." His hand gripped the
handle of his weapon.
Jerrick narrowed his gaze.
"Since when is there a curfew?" He slid his gaze to Prewitt.
Wayne shrugged. "Don't look at
me. I didn't know about this."
The MP jerked his head toward the
building. "Brass enacted the civilian curtailment item of the protest resolution.
You've got ten minutes to vacate the area or suffer the consequences." An
oily smile curved the man's lips.
Jerrick didn't like the gleam that
entered the officer's eyes. "You'd like to arrest us, wouldn't you?"
Wayne snorted. "Are you
kidding? I'd bet he lives to zip-tie protesters."
The officer grunted. "Wanna
find out?"
Jerrick shook his head. "Not
today, man. Defeats the whole purpose of organizing against the deplorable
living conditions we live with every day." He gave Prewitt a warning look.
Wayne huffed out an angry breath.
"This is bullshit." He turned and stomped away.
Jerrick started to follow but
glanced back toward the MOW building. The woman's head angled around, and she
met his gaze for a long moment. The wind gusted and pulled several strands of
her hair loose from her sleek ponytail. Jerrick grinned when she started to
tuck them behind her ear then decided to leave them framing her face.
Definitely not standard operating
procedure. He liked that she didn't seem to care if she met regulations.
But he also wondered why she
entered the building with the other two officers.
Pretty pleased with
how this one is coming together. Jerrick is walking a fine line, and he'll face
bigger challenges soon, especially with Prewitt stirring up trouble.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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