Sunday, May 24, 2020

Sunday Snippet: A Castle Christmas Carol


Another crazy weather week in Ohio. Warm, chilly, cold, hot. Seriously, I'm not putting anything seasonal away this year … just in case.

Not a bad week of television viewing. I'm almost finished with the Blue Heelers episode I started last week. I like this one. It's got some twisty turns in it.

Watched the Thanksgiving episode of Riverdale and got just a wee bit misty eyed by the end. Anything to do with Fred and his presence on the show makes me happy though. The dinner from hell Cheryl and company hosted will go down as the most creeptastic but ultimately hysterical I've ever watched on television. Betty and Jughead's Charlie Brown Thanksgiving entertained me even if the cat and mouse with Brett and Donna didn't really shed much light on the situation at the prep school. I spent another episode wishing for Hiram to join Cheryl's family in whatever circle of hell will provide the most torture. I seriously hate the character. Time will tell if I can stomach next season with him in it or not. Chances are … not. Which is unfortunate.

Caught three more episodes of Danger Man. I needed a good background noise show and this one works well. I had several graphic images I needed to work on and it's nice to take a small break when needed and watch the action.

Started an episode of Roswell, New Mexico. This is a show where I enjoy the cat and mouse going on. I'm to the point where Maria discovered Rosa and thinks she's completely lost her mind. Really happy to see Cameron back and I hope she's not going to be some kind of double agent working the alien camp for intel to give to Papa Main. I'll be a little pissed if that's the case. Alex might have bitten off more than he can chew regarding his dad. I'll get more into my thoughts on Isabel next week. I kind of miss Kyle and hope he makes an appearance or has screen time in the next episode.

I also began something a little new but also very old. Listening to soundtracks while I work. Bear McCreary's music is awesome to have playing while writing or editing. I blew through the second and third season soundtracks for Battlestar Galactica this week.

Last, but not least, I finished up the Strike Back episode from last week. I had a feeling while writing my reaction in the last post of what would come but didn't want to dive too deeply into it because it hadn't happened yet. Yes, I'm being cryptic but I don't want to spoil anyone … and maybe I'm not quite ready to face the reality of being one character down. All I can say is stellar acting by every single character. Seriously.

The Strike Back: Declassified episode ended up being funny and poignant. Getting the reactions from the actors and hearing how they prepared ended up being a soothing balm after the gut-wrenching episode. Kudos to shows who do the behind the scenes interviews. I really miss that with Roswell, New Mexico this season.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Castle Christmas Carol, a holiday novella that started with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Ebony Schrool, the daughter of a toy magnate, is summoned to a meeting at Halliday Castle in the first week of December. She's surprised to find three men—each representing her past, present, and future—all bearing news she doesn't want to hear. Ebony is used to doing things her way, even when her decisions wreak havoc on SchroolRules Toys employee morale. Foley Norton, Patton Gates, and Pearson Beatty have to show Ebony the error of her ways before the holiday season is beyond saving and they're not above using seduction to make their case.

And a snippety peek…

December First

"So … we all agree?"
Foley Norton sat at the head of the ornate table in the huge dining hall of Halliday Castle.
A mysterious place filled with nooks and crannies, tons of furniture, and almost impossible to get to. A single winding road, a questionable bridge across the bay, and a three-mile drive up to the cavernous tunnel that led to the castle courtyard.
His cohorts, Patton Gates and Pearson Beatty, nodded. Each wore the same somewhat bewildered look on their face. And why wouldn't they? Everything in Foley discounted the weird set of circumstances that brought the men to the castle. The others received the same cryptic invitation Foley had.
Pearson voiced Foley's concern. "You know this isn't going to be easy. She's a tough sell on a good day. The woo-woo factor here is going to send her screaming for the green hills behind the castle or the pounding surf below the cliffs in the front." He tapped his pen on the polished wood surface of the table.
Patton rolled a shoulder. "Might be easier than you think." He held up a hand when Foley and Pearson each gave a rude snort. "Listen, she hasn't always been hell in heels with something to prove to her old man." He shoved his chair away from the table and kicked back, his khaki cargo pants completely at odds with the sport coat, starched shirt, and striped tie. "Growing up, she had a fanciful imagination. It's a big reason SchroolRules became the success it is."
Pearson chimed in. "Long time ago, Gates. She's all about besting her dad now. I doubt she even remembers what it's like to dream something up for fun." He tossed the pen on the table. "Speaking from experience, if she can't nail down a projected profit with solid numbers, forget about it." He shot Patton a hard stare. "As you should know."
Patton frowned and rolled his eyes. "I'm only suggesting we take a positive approach. She'll bring enough negativity, what with her parental baggage, as it is." He slid his gaze toward Foley.
Ah, yes. The parentals. Dad and stepmom. Both … okay, one more than the other, at the root of this bizarre intervention-style setup. Although, neither dad nor stepmom had a clue about the forces in play.
Hell, Foley hadn't quite decided until the display fifteen minutes ago if he believed in anything paranormal.
He did now. As did the other two. Kind of hard not to when the castle projected the entire reason the men had been called into action on the huge glazed walls. They had one goal—to save the woman who would be arriving within the next day or two.
And to do it, they'd be invoking the age-old Dickens classic, A Christmas Carol.
Foley pushed back from the table and rose from his seat. "We should start preparing." He put his hands on the smooth surface of the oak table. "I have one request…"
Pearson waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah. Don't mention your aunt, the stepwitch. We figured that out already."
Patton gave a nod. "The less said about your relationship the better. You can reveal that connection on your own timetable."
Foley inclined his chin, acknowledging his thanks. "Much appreciated." He lifted his glass of bourbon. "To the education of Ebony Schrool, may she learn the true meaning of the holiday season."
The three clinked glasses and downed their drinks, sealing the pact.
The men had their roles, they had a plan, and none were above using seduction to make their point.

I'm kind of excited to see where this story goes. I love writing holiday stories and adding a little twist here and there will be fun.



That's it for this week. Happy birthday!

Skylin

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