Here we go again.
I expected the past week to be smooth sailing after we got through our busy day on Tuesday at the day-job. I had a vacation day planned for Friday so I could have a long weekend (haven’t had one of those in months!). I had plans for the weekend. And then we had a major schedule shift at the day-job, which basically accelerated two weeks’ worth of work into five days. Yikes! I could have still taken my vacation day Friday, but I would have felt really bad about it, since Friday is one of two busy days in this five day stretch, and I hate leaving my work for others, even though we work as a team, so I rescheduled my day off for the next week.
We made it through Friday, smoother sailing than we expected, which was great. I still had some weekend goals–one errand I had planned on, the usual household chores, writing, all the usual things. Then my one errand turned into most of Saturday, with three people to meet at different times, instead of one meeting. Needless to say, no chores got done yesterday. But I am glad to have gotten the meetings out of the way. Not so glad to have to try to cram as much as possible into today, including one more unplanned but necessary errand, but I’m doing the best I can. Not everything is going to get done today, but some of the important chores–laundry, taxes–are checked off my list. I also feel like I’m getting a head-cold–you know that icky feeling you get when it’s just getting started, the itch in your sinuses and throat–so I’ve been popping vitamin C, chugging orange juice and tea. I’m about to put some leftover curry in the microwave and may add some more hot oil to it, just because I want to head off this ick so I can make it through the next four very accelerated days at the day-job without having to also deal with being sick. I just keep thinking, ‘I don’t have time for that.’ I know no one has time to be sick, and there is never a good time for it, but this is definitely not the week. Besides the crazy work schedule, we have concert tickets one evening (in the middle of the work-crazy, of course), and a couple other appointments.
The upside is that I’ll have Friday off, so I’ll get my three-day weekend in this week. I am not going to try to ‘catch up’ on the things I missed this weekend. I am hoping to spend one of those three days doing nothing but reading and writing. That isn’t too unreasonable. I’ll still have the regular weekly things to do, and possibly by the weekend other things will pop up, but those are my aims for the weekend.
Now, though, I am heading off to get some writing time in. Before I do, I have a little snippet from Hunting Medusa to share with you.
Kallan Tassos sat at the foot of the mountain, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of the rented truck. Getting to the Medusa had been a lot easier than he’d been led to believe. He wondered why.
She was also a lot prettier than he’d imagined.
Sure, he knew the original Medusa had been so beautiful and confident she’d angered a Goddess. But this one wasn’t what he’d expected. She had short, dark hair framing very expressive blue eyes. Somehow he’d imagined long, blonde hair for a woman whose hair turned into snakes. And cold eyes like those very reptiles. Maybe not with a mouth that made him wonder how she’d taste.
He frowned, tapping his fingers faster on the wheel. Someone had left out a lot of details in the legends. Or the reality had changed much in the generations since the last Harvester had done his duty in killing the monstrous Medusa.
He shook his head. No, his imagination was simply working overtime. And when he got home to Baltimore—or even when he went to Greece to visit Uncle Ari at the family’s ancestral home—he needed to find a willing woman, as it had clearly been too long if he was finding his quarry so attractive.
When his phone rang, he hesitated for a second at the name on the tiny screen. He finally thumbed the button after the third ring. “Stavros.”
“I hear you may have a promising lead. It is past time one of us killed this monster.” His cousin’s everyday accent thickened when he was excited, and judging by the way Greece flavored his words, he believed they were getting close.
“I’m sure one of us will,” Kallan said mildly, drumming his fingers on his knee.
“I keep imagining taking her head after all this time. Perhaps before I do, I can make her pay a little for her family’s existence.”
Kallan frowned. Stavros didn’t care who knew about his penchant for cruelty.
“Where are you now?”
Again he hesitated. He rarely lied, and never to his family. “Oklahoma. I’ve found some information on a young woman closely related to the last Medusa that perfectly fits our profile.” He didn’t feel bad about the lie, since he knew his cousin would be there within twenty-four hours if he told him where he really was and that he’d found the Medusa.
“Where are you heading?”
“Northeast.” He hoped Stavros would be satisfied with the vague answer for now. But he didn’t want his cousin breathing down his neck. Stavros had a vicious streak miles wide, had ever since they were children and just beginning to explore and use their individual talents in their hunt for the Medusa. Kallan could undo any lock with just a touch. Stavros could sense and undo any magical spell he found in his path. When they were teenagers, Kallan had seen him use his magical skill to kill innocent animals just because they were nearby. On occasion, he’d used any handy weapon or his bare hands, simply because he could. Kallan knew Stravros’s cruelty had intensified in recent years based on things not only Stavros had mentioned, but whispers from his other cousins. While he knew as well as everyone else in his family the sort of monster the Medusa was, he didn’t think it necessary to make her suffer the way Stavros would. Especially now that he’d met her.
“Ah. Well, I wish you luck in your hunt, Cousin. Goddess bless our quest.”
He repeated the mantra, then thumbed off the phone, thinking. Hopefully his cousin would take the lack of a specific answer to mean Kallan was simply searching and not really onto a solid lead. That would keep Stavros on his own hunt and out of Kallan’s way.
He smiled grimly, turning the key in the ignition. Now he had plans to finalize. Supplies to purchase. He put the truck in gear and steered the vehicle back toward Ellsworth.
Now that he’d found her, the Medusa would die by his hand.
What does your week ahead look like? Crazy-busy? Or maybe a little down-time? I’d love to know!
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