Thanks to Fran for reminding me to get a move on and update this site! LOL! Seems I’m a total slacker these days (which everyone here knows at this point, I think.)
The Sanguire novel is complete. It went out on April Fool’s Day (no foolin’!) to Daw. No word yet, but I wasn’t expecting it. Their website states three months before a response, so I’ll wait until July before moving forward.
Edits to Iditarod are fair-to-middling. We’ve moved into another apartment, and getting time to write has been difficult. We’re still skirting around boxes and luggage and whatnot. Tomorrow afternoon, the overflow goes to a storage unit (thank the gods!) It’ll be nice to actually see the new floor, doncha know? In any case, it’s been a little rough attempting to insert back story and alcoholism into characters that were initially trouble-free… I will get there, though.
Work has been hectic, but what’s new? The economy sucks, and more people are being hit hard. It hasn’t helped that I volunteered to be the Safety Committee chair person. I’ve been taking a lot of OSHA training courses to catch up to current regulations. It’s been over ten years since I’ve done this job! LOL!
Reading has taken up the rest of my time, mostly J/7 fanfic online. Hmmm… Can’t remember when I last picked up a book. April? March? Ah, well. I’ve about exhausted the online opportunities, anyway. Just foolin’ around, I’ve written a first chapter to a J/7 fanfic. We’ll see how it goes.
And recently? Two words: Star Trek!!! OMGs! Whether or not you enjoy Trek, you really should see this flick. Those that are into the series (especially the original) will have a great time! Anyone who doesn’t care one way or the other will still enjoy themselves with the action packed movie. Go. NOW!
I’ll leave you with a snippet from that J/7 fanfic:
Tuvok studied her weary frame. He knew she’d never lie to him – though that didn’t preclude her from lying to herself. Unlike Vulcans, Humans needed to speak of their emotions with others for their continued good health. Voyager’s current circumstances didn’t allow her this opportunity. She held a rigid set of protocols when it came to command, something he had always respected regardless of her occasional brash actions. He suspected it was this inflexibility that caused her to remain aloof from the rest of the crew, and it was this emotional distance that caused her harm.
Of all the individuals aboard, he was the only one close enough to qualify as a friend. They had a long history that, while beginning on a somewhat adversarial note, had deepened into esteem and loyalty. Despite his distaste for the messy necessity of Human emotional discourse, he saw no other option than to elicit such a conversation. Over the past six years, Janeway had become more and more withdrawn. If the ship and crew were to survive their sojourn into the Delta Quadrant, they needed their captain mentally and emotionally sound.
Her eyebrows shot up at his use of her given name. She blinked at him, biting the inside of her lower lip in what he knew as a subtle nervous gesture.
“It is 0326 hours. You are not scheduled for duty until 0800. You are in full uniform, imbibing in what I believe is your second cup of coffee.” A quick, skittish expression crossed her face. “Correction, your third.”
An unrepentant grin teased the corners of her lips. “Busted, am I?”
He drew himself up with a deep breath. “That would be an adequate term.”
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