Work in Progress Wednesday!
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tjs_whatnotI finally am sitting down to work on a project, and that is what reminds me taht I haven't posted yet this week. ;)
How is it going for everyone else? It seems sort of slow out there, or is that just me? You got anything you're working on? What keeps you going? Deadlines? Satisfaction? Just wanting it fuckin' done already? I hear ya.
For me, it's deadlines. I'm working on a essay for a book on the X-Files, so I'm watching the episode I assigned myself to write about and researching Indian tribes of the Pacific Northwest for it.
What about you? What you got? Give it to us!
Then come back and cheer on the others.
How is it going for everyone else? It seems sort of slow out there, or is that just me? You got anything you're working on? What keeps you going? Deadlines? Satisfaction? Just wanting it fuckin' done already? I hear ya.
For me, it's deadlines. I'm working on a essay for a book on the X-Files, so I'm watching the episode I assigned myself to write about and researching Indian tribes of the Pacific Northwest for it.
What about you? What you got? Give it to us!
Then come back and cheer on the others.
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Date: 2019-05-30 05:09 am (UTC)me I'm just still noodling around with Like Stone the BtVS/AtS cross over picking up from last week.
I polished off my Guinness silently. When I raised my glass to wiggle it at Colleen for a refill, I saw someone staring at me from the bar. She stood and walked slowly over to me. She might have been in her mid-twenties but her eyes were older. I couldn’t tell if they were blue or green in this light. Her long, straight hair, a warm brown that reminded me of Fred, brushed her belt as she walked. She was thin, with small breasts, especially compared to Kate. Her wide mouth was set grimly and as she got closer I could see a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
“I thought it was you.” She clenched the leather file folder she seemed to be guarding with her life.
“I don’t know you,” I said, thinking somehow she was familiar but I couldn’t wade through the alcoholic fog blanketing my memory. I was well on my way to being toasted.
She shook her head. “You wouldn’t. I’m Dawn Nyhammer. I’ve been by your police station a few times but none of the detectives take me seriously.”
I was thinking, ´Great, a nutcase. Just what I needed to make my night complete,’ but what I said was, “So you’ve taken to hanging in cop bars to get our attention.” Kate kicked me under the table for being a jerk but Ms. Nyhammer didn’t seem to notice.
Her lips tightened. “I know it’s not ideal, kind of crazy or obsessed. I might just be the latter. Please, I’m only asking for five minutes of your time. My best friend is missing, and I can’t get anyone to listen to me.”
I glanced over at Kate, and then indicated one of the empty chairs. As this strange, almost fey woman sat, Colleen came by with refills for me and Kate. “I’m a homicide detective, Ms. Nyhammer. I’m not sure I can help you.”
“I think you can,” she said, her eyes brooking no arguments. She set the file down on the table carefully avoiding the wet rings from the pint glasses. “I think Maribel is dead.”
I studied her even more intently, curious now. “Why do you think that?”
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Date: 2019-06-02 06:48 pm (UTC)And OMGoodness! I love this bit of your story! Like a true detective mystery! I like it!
MOAR! MOAR! MOAR!!
♥
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Date: 2019-06-02 06:58 pm (UTC)And thank you, I'm glad you like it.