Snippet From The Farm At Wardenwood Hollow

Chapter 5 is up ❤️

Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway x Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Summary: After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself.

Snippet of a new WIP I didn't need to start...

“What happened to your truck?”

The woman leaned a bit, like she’d just noticed the damage.

“Dunno,” she answered, leaning back with a frown. “Found it that way.”

Taryn dropped the bag in the bed, then clapped the dust from her palms.

“Looks like an animal got it.”

The woman shrugged.

“S’pose it does,” she said.

“Some kinda grizzly?” Taryn asked, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking one hip out to the side.

“Could be.”

“You don’t seem real concerned,” Taryn remarked with a lopsided smirk.

The woman shrugged again.

“Not my truck.”

Taryn didn’t say anything more for a moment, the pair of them studying the scrapes. She glanced over just once to get a glimpse of the woman, of the way she tilted her head like in thought. She should leave it alone. But she pushed anyway.

“You got cameras at your place?”

The change in the woman was immediate. Her head snapped around. Her face became edgy and hard.

“Why?” she demanded.

Taryn wasn’t ready for the sharp note of suspicion.

“You got a grizzly you prob’ly should know,” she explained. “What if it comes after you?”

The woman seemed to relax. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and spun the ring once around a finger. It landed in her palm and she closed it.

“Ain’t got grizzlies up there,” she said, and this time, she seemed almost to chuckle.

“This whole area’s got grizzlies,” Taryn countered. She waved toward the store. “My boss hit one just last week.”

Another shrug.

“Won’t hit any grizzlies drivin’ up there.”

Taryn raised her brows and gave up.

“Thanks for loadin’ me up,” said the woman, and she tossed out a light smirk and pulled on the door handle. Taryn watched as she climbed into the seat, flinching a bit when the door clattered shut. The woman looked small as she leaned out the window and glanced back at her. “See you next week.”

The truck choked for a second and then roared back to life. Black smoke spat out of the tailpipe. Taryn backed up a step, waving the cloud out of her face.

“Yeah,” she called out over the ruckus. “I’ll be here like always.”

The woman nodded, then rolled up the window. The truck clunked into gear and lurched forward. It grumbled when she reached the hill at the end of the driveway, then splashed through the pothole on the shoulder. Taryn’s eyes followed it until it disappeared behind the bend in the road, and only when the sound of its engine faded back into silence did she turn back to the mill to close up.

Truer words have never been written!

"And fuckin' up motherfuckers is my game."

"You're gonna have to do better than that. If you come after me one more time, I'm coming back for the rest of this tree."

Once Upon a Time - Season 1, Episode 2: The Thing You Love Most (2011)

I haven't watched this show in years and I can still hear the way she says, "...and you don't get...bored?"

2.20, The Evil Queen 3.13, Witch Hunt

And if it's gay, probably Janeway or Discovery...❤️

“where did this weird trope even come from?”

well, statistically speaking, probably star trek

In Light of Mother's Day

An unfortunate part of aging is learning about how to help your parents as they age, too.

My brother headed back to SC today, and tonight is the first night my mom is spending alone since my dad passed. Tomorrow is both her birthday and Mother's Day, so I just got off the phone with her to find out if she wanted company tomorrow. She is doing okay so far, and has shared that she is inspired to clean up the house and is also "writing about all the bullshit I've learned in the last two weeks."

My mom has always been an excellent writer, although her writing has typically encompassed horses and the Thoroughbred breeding farm she and my dad began operating in 2004. She has consistently used her social media to educate her followers on the realities of breeding and raising racehorses, sharing her joys and her wins, but never shying away from the unpleasantries and truth when things go wrong. I've always admired and wondered how my mom keeps going in spite of the many devastating setbacks they had with the horses over the years.

It seems now she is interested in taking a similar path and plans to help educate others in the processes of handling events following a death. She mentioned finding it cathartic, and I couldn't help but think this must be where my own interest in writing comes from. Just a few days before dad passed, she and I had been having a discussion on the phone about how she needed to write a book, and how she'd been told the same by so many people over the years (including me!) While I wish this could have happened under different circumstances, I am hopeful she will find this helpful as she moves forward, and that she will one day have something published.

That being said--my own writing may be a few days delayed this coming week, as I'm still running back and forth between my house and theirs to visit and as things come up. I'm hoping to get The Measure of Logic's chapter up tomorrow, since it's mostly written now, but I'd like to add a bit more substance before I post it. We shall see! Subversion Theory will probably be updated closer to the end of this week.

I know I don't need to explain this to anyone, and mostly I wanted to share my admiration for my mom this Mother's Day. Value your time with your loved ones--always.

IT'S TURKEY EGG SEASON 😊

I'm gonna do it, I know it.

Sitting here, trying to finish up my new chapter with Ira chilling on my shoulder. Then I notice he's looking at something.

What's he looking at?

THAT IS THE WORLD'S BIGGEST HARVESTMAN SPIDER ON MY BED CRAWLING RIGHT AT ME.

Now, mind you, I'm a farm girl, and I do have a lease agreement with the spiders in my house. If I can see they are paying rent by eating bugs, they can stay. BUT NOW THERE IS A STIPULATION THAT THEY MAY NOT RELOCATE TO MY BED.

Annnnnnyway. I scooped up said spider with the remote and not-so-graciously relocated it to the floor and then tracked it with a flashlight for the next 5 minutes until it was an acceptable distance from my bed.

Happy Friday??