Tuesday and Memeage

[nightdog_barks]

Sunny and warm -- 75 degrees (23.9 degrees Celsius), with a light breeze out of the south southwest.

Memeage -- seen around, grabbed from perspi. Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Ask and I'll tell you the premise and/or paste you a paragraph from any of these. Confession: these actually aren't ALL of my WIP files, just the ones I have a chance of finishing before I'm ... 92, or so. Feel free to ask about more than one.



Doctor Circus
Spatchcock

The money-laundering thing

Declan MacDermott

Scenes From a Lesser War

The demon!fic

Wolf-verse sequel

The sword!guy

The bar-fight thing

Uncle Ribbon

Good One Side

Annals V

A Devil Put Aside

The Viking thing.

Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

CODIS

The peach-orchard thing (SG:A)

The future!fic

Comments

[warmdarkwoman]

I really, really want you to write more in the Annals 'verse. A taste, plz?

[nightdog_barks]

An excerpt from Annals V:

"Pragmatism," Gregorius pronounced, and James glanced up, startled, from where he'd been watching Longinus preparing the sacrifice.

Gregorius nodded at the scene below. The centurion was in full armor, the red horsehair crest nodding, the polished metal of his breastplate gleaming in the sun, catching the reflections from the harbor waves lapping at the sides of the ship. From his position above the deck, James could see the sheen of perspiration on Longinus' face. Then the centurion turned away, and James was left looking at the drape of his long woolen cloak. A seagull wheeled overhead, attracted by the possibility of food from the troop of men gathered on the ship's deck.

"Pragmatism," Gregorius repeated. "Longinus places no more stock in this foolish ritual than do I." He propped his staff against the deck railing and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the weathered wood. "He's only doing this to make the priest happy."

"The priest who's currently puking his guts out on shore," James observed.

"More foolishness," Gregorius grumbled. "Whoever heard of a sea-blessing priest with seasickness?"

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*hugs*

[pwcorgigirl]

I was thinking about this installment of The Annals last night while reading Terra Incognito: A Novel of the Roman Empire by Ruth Downie. It's the second book in a series about a Roman army doctor, circa 118, who stumbles into crime detection. The medicine of the time is dealt with rather lightly, but I was brought up short by mention that a Roman Army operating room included restraints for tying the patient to the table. Yeeow.