Saturday, October 21, 2017

Sunday Post #217

The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba the Caffeinated Book Reviewer

I had a good week of reading. The slump is most definitely over, and I think a lot of it has to do with all the releases coming out that I want. Nothing like a little anticipation! And The Shark Club, frankly, was so good. This weekend I'll be volunteering at the high school marching band invitational- one of the biggest ones in the state- should be fun. I did it last year and it was a blast. 

Riverdale is back in full swing and I'll be recapping the episodes again this season. I've been working on some Top Ten posts and one thing that really stood out for me was the number of new authors I've read this year. Especially since so many of them are new favorites, or at the very least an author I will watch out for. 

I review The Blackbird Season this week. On the Run 17 will be up Monday. 

The Shark ClubEverything But The Truth

Song of the week


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Intrigue in Capri (Kindle Single) (An Amory Ames Mystery)Wild BirdWhat Alice Knew  


Electric Dreams is coming to Amazon Prime. Looks pretty good.  

12 hours(!) of ambient sound from Forbidden Planet. 12 hours seems a bit excessive, but it is good background.  

I was going to post this with my Top ten post last week, which was food related, but forgot to add it. Cracks me up the way he wipes his hands on his chest, then throws the bone aside for the oldsters to scrap over.  

Desert Camp


This one is a 360 degree view- click the link and you can look in any direction, up or down. I love the stormy, wintry feel. 

The Old Forest 

This week's writing prompt.

The rain came down, spattering on the pavement, as she made her way through the crowded market. She felt the eyes on her, they had been following her for several minutes. First one, then another. And then, as she turned the corner, she saw two troopers in body armor. They were on each side of the street, calmly looking over the passersby hurrying about their business, heads ducked low from the rain. Her pulse quickened and she pulled her hoodie a little closer over her face- not that it would matter, but she had to try. 

She was almost at the end of the street, hoping against hope that maybe they hadn't noticed her, that her followers hadn't reported her- when she heard someone call out. "You there. In the hoodie. Stop right there, and turn around. Real slow." Everything felt like it was in slow motion- the blinking neon, the bystanders scurrying out of the way, her own heartbeat- and her hand as she slowly, ever so slowly, reached into her belt and felt the gun there. She could run, or she could fight- either way she was dead. Time to choose. She still had her back turned as she heard them approach, heard them calling it in on their headsets. She didn't move, didn't take a breath, until she knew he was right behind her, reaching for her. 

She turned and fired. 

Freelancer (another one!)