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Summer Marathons

Anyone who knows me will know that I’m not referring to running with that title.  I’ve never been an athlete and have no desire to change that now.  I’m talking about books and movies.  I haven’t had a good reading marathon in a while–I’ve been too busy writing, a whole other sort of marathon, but I’d bet a whole lot of you have been getting some serious reading time in over the summer.  The past week, I’ve also had movie marathons on my mind and my television.

For the past few summers, SyFy has done shark movie marathons leading up to the newest installments in their ‘Sharknado’ series.  My kids hate the movies on SyFy.  I love most of them.  They are silly and stupid, and tongue-in-cheek, and awful.  What’s not to like?  Some of the actors seem like they’re having a blast in these campy stories that play havoc with the laws of science.  The only one I missed this year that I really enjoy was one called “Ghost Shark”.  It’s awesomely bad–anywhere there is a little bit of water, the shark’s ghost can appear.  It is hilarious.

And this weekend, there is also a Harry Potter movie marathon (of sorts, since they’ve skipped movie number 5 again).  I’m reminded, as I watch these, that I am overdue for  a reread of the books.  I used to do that every time a new book in the series came out, so I was caught up again when the new story arrived.  I am also reminded every time I watch, that there are parts of the movies I wish they had done differently.

I haven’t gotten as much writing done this weekend as I’d hoped, between these two movie marathons, but it’s okay.  I’ll make up for it this week.  And while I’m thinking about all of the writing I should have been doing, I have a little snippet of the third shifter story I’m working on  (actually, I’ve passed the 3/4 point in this one, so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!).


All this time, she’d been right here, and he’d picked the kids up at school more than a few times in the last three months. His timing had just been off, apparently.

He curled his fingers tighter around the steering wheel.

A baby.

His chest tightened. Fuck. He had no business having another child. Not when he’d already failed…

He forced his attention back to the road. He could beat himself up later.

When they reached the house, he got the kids inside and let Joe know he had to go out and didn’t know when he’d be back, then strode out to the car again.

Melina had already sent a text to his phone with Vivi’s address and phone number, and Boris steered the car back toward town.

He was a little surprised to see the car in the driveway of the tiny white cottage when he arrived fifteen minutes later. He’d half-expected her to stay away.

She met him at the door, face pale, jaw set.

He noticed the dark smudges beneath her eyes and stuffed his hands into his pockets to keep from touching her cheek. “Is there anything that doesn’t make you nauseous?” he asked instead.

Surprise widened her golden eyes for a moment. “Pasta,” she said after a second.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He held out one hand finally, and after a brief hesitation, she pulled her front door shut and put her hand in his.

Boris relaxed a tiny bit as he put her into the passenger seat. So far, so good.


I hope you enjoy.  I’m going to back to writing while I watch Harry Potter until it’s time to watch the new Sharknado installment.  And finish my birthday cake while I think about writing at the beach…


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