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Sunday Six(ish)!

“What the Hell?  How did you get past–?”

“Irrelevant,” Sherlock replied, waving a dismissive hand.

“Not irrelevant!  We’re talking about a potentially serious breach of department security!”

“Oh, please, Sherlock sneered.  “If you were that concerned about security, somebody would have locked the door labeled ‘employees only.’  As it was, all I had to do was look like I knew where I was going.”

Donovan reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose between a thumb and forefinger and muttered something under breath that sounded like “Grandmother give me strength,” before raising her eyes to nail Sherlock.  “Right.  So why shouldn’t I just lock up you for trespassing?”

–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’ 

#six sentence sunday #sunday six #the devil's blaze #rodeolock #rodeo!lock

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Chapter is over 7000 words and I'm having great fun writing Donovan/Sherlock snarky banter.

In the AD club, writing, if anybody cares to come keep me company.

#writing rambles #rodeo!lock rambles

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In the AD club, writing, if anybody cares to come keep me company.

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Sunday Six delayed-

Hi Lovelies,

I appreciate all the love and support. Despite our best efforts to influence the universe, though, it wasn't enough. After having The Talk with the doctors and getting an extremely awful "best prognosis" my family made the painful decision to respect my father's living will and take him off life support on Friday. I'm...as okay as I can be (taking my meds, eating, sleeping, etc.), but very, very sad. Please know I treasure you all and I'll be back in a little bit after I have more time to grieve.

Love,

DG

#personal

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Hi Lovelies,

I'm not sure what my writing is going to be like for a little while. My dad's taken a sudden and dramatic turn for the worse and things aren't looking good. Any karmatic juju, good vibes, prayers, sacrifices to the gods, lit candles, etc. would be much appreciated.

Thank you,

DG

#personal

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Dithering....

Do I post 2/3rds of the current chapter, or do I make people wait and finish the entire chapter? I need somebody to babble at...

#writing is hard

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Nature is weeeeiiiiirrrrdddd....

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Sunday Six!(ish)

So personal update: my dad (finally!) got his lung transplant and I'm taking shifts like the rest of the immediate family. Sitting around on hospital floors is terrible for my hips (believe me, trying to sit in the chairs they provide is worse!) but it does give me hours of quiet time for writing!

~*~

Later, back in his cabin, Sherlock gave into the urge to pace.  “It makes no sense!” he growled to the room’s other occupant, only to receive a sleepy doggy yawn in reply.  “There is a pattern here; there must be, but what is it?”

Spinning around Sherlock let his gaze fall on the mostly-unadorned walls.  The cabin was made up of split logs–hardly the best surface to adhere items to, but beggars, choosers and all that.  Sherlock sighed again.  There was nothing else for it.  He’d hoped to keep his evidence wall locked in his mind palace in the interest of preserving his cover–his cabin was cleaned weekly, after all–but the concussion was making it impossible for him to do so...

–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’  

#six sentence sunday #sunday six #the devil's blaze #rodeolock #rodeo!lock

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Sunday Six(ish)

“The law of parsimony dictates that the strange smell and the traces of ash I recovered are due to the mysterious cigarette I found.  That ties in with the traces of ash particles I found in Scotty’s nasal mucus, Straker’s autopsy, Melba Toastya’s necropsy, and the video evidence of Cream Soda.  Why a strange smell, though?  Tobacco is prevalent enough in this society that it is readily identifiable.  Tobacco also hasn’t been reported to have an adverse effect on livestock.  Something else, then, but what?  Molly’s claim that marijuana smoke resembles nothing so much as a dead and decomposing skunk aside, what could the ash be comprised of?"

–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’ 

#the devil's blaze #six sentence sunday #sunday six #rodeo!lock #rodeolock

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Ok, I've seen this sentiment before, but the amount of Kindle Unlimited ads I've been seeing is forcing me to repeat it-

Kindle Unlimited is offering two free months of unlimited ebooks. As a trial. Which will then become a paid subscription.

Your local library is offering unlimited ebooks all the time. Forever. No contracts, no predatory practices, no tracking of how long you spend on each particular page in the hopes that information about your habits can be sold for a profit.

Use your library. They want so badly to give you all of the things for free.

#this #public libraries rock

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Sunday Six delayed-

It's my anniversary and Spouse and I have plans to gorge ourselves on Irish chips, Guinness and Jameson's when he get home from his last gig. In the meantime, enjoy a bit of a BaggenShield AU that bit my brain the other night. Basic premise is post Battle of 5 Armies. Bilbo's the one injured, Thorin's sane again, and he's got a lot to atone for. Mostly, though, I like the idea of dwarves being master brewers.

~*~

“The gold is cursed,” Thorin said bluntly.  “Even if it wasn’t cursed, I wouldn’t wish to destroy your economy by flooding it with gold that nobody can use in the winter.”

“So what do you propose, then?” Bard demanded harshly.  “Nothing for our aid?”

“No, not nothing.  What I have to offer is far more valuable than gold would be to you right now.”

“And what is that?” Bard asked skeptically.

“Seasoned wood,” Thorin replied, raising his chin.  “Coal.  Rock oil.  Salt pork.  Tanned leather and furs.  Wool.  Quarried stone.  Mortar.  The skills of my masons to rebuild Dale.”  Seeing Bard’s confusion, Thorin’s smile became grim.  “Thror was a gold-sick fool, plundering the kingdom and hoarding everything for his own.  Contrary to what you men think, the true scope of Erabor’s wealth lay not in the gems or gold of its stone.  As I have been so brutally reminded, my kingdom’s greatness came from its people.  Our wealth came from our alliances and our ability to trade our skills and craft for goods and resources.  As a very wise hobbit once told me, food, cheer and song are far more valuable than hoarded gold.”  Thorin lowered his chin and met Bard’s gaze evenly.  "I do not deny that the riches Smaug’s plundered from Dale lie within our halls; they shall be restored to you in due time. As shall the hobbit's share of the treasure, but all that must come later.  The wizard said the gold must be melted and reformed to remove the wyrm’s taint, first.”         

“And what of the elves?” Thranduil interjected sarcastically.  “The White Gems of Lasgalen were always ours.” 

Thorin took a deep breath through his nose to stem the rising tide of anger. “I would give you the necklace of Girion,” he began.  “Once it is located, that is.  Five hundred emeralds as green as grass seems like a fitting reward for the ruler of the Mir–Greenwood.  Furthermore, I would offer this.”  Thorin picked up the small cask he’d brought with him and set it down in the middle of the table.  “Here,” he offered, edging it towards Thranduil whose eyes began to gleam with unmistakable interest.

“What’s that?” Bard asked. 

“Something that a wood elf would appreciate more than ordinary gems,” Thorin replied dryly.  “Well-aged Dwarven mead.  That’s but a sample,” Thorin continued, turning to meet Thranduil’s gaze.  “The wyrm had no interest in the cellars; we found mead, wine, brandy, Uisce beatha, and more, some dating back to the beginning of Thror’s reign.  I offer you fourteen barrels of each; one for each member of my company.”

#writing snippet #writing ideas

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Sunday Six delayed-

Spent the weekend adulting and just woke up from what was supposed to be a short nap.

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WTF?

I almost want to use this as a plot for another casefic!

#weird

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Sunday Six!

“Look at this,” Sherlock insisted, beginning to lay papers on top of Donovan’s already-cluttered desk.  “This is a copy of the exceptionally aggressive bulls list that John Watson was compiling.”  He pointed at three highlighted names.  “Note those; they’re important.  This,” he continued, opening a manila folder and pulling out the document inside, “is a list of betting matches placed at various rodeos and the winners thereof.  Do you see the pattern?”

–Excerpt from the upcoming chapter 29 of ‘The Devil’s Blaze’ 

#six sentence sunday #sunday six #the devil's blaze #rodeo!lock #rodeolock

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I love "Richard III". I am SOOOO ENVIOUS of folks who are fortunate to see this production in theaters!

#pretty things i want

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Sunday Six delayed-

Another working weekend. Sorry folks. :(

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Sunday Six delayed-

Sorry lovies, it was a crazy week at work and as a result I spent most of the day following my cats' examples and sleeping. <3