Archives for the Date December 27th, 2018

Loss (Act II), Part Nineteen


This started as one epic 24 page, 9k word tome.  It became impenetrable, but there is room to breathe at the end of this particular chapter, so I’ve divided it into two with a little help from my friends.  Part Nineteen today.  Part Twenty on Saturday. ❤️

I am not sure what I ever did to earn the input of smart writers/friends like @sassenachwaffles, @kalendraashtar​, @kkruml​, and @notevenjokingfic in my life. They keep me honest with my writing and to keep me plugging along.  But here we are, and I am ever-so-grateful.

Loss: Act I and ficlets

Loss: Act II: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part EightPart Nine Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen |  Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen

Loss (Act II)
Part Nineteen

My fingerprints lived in magazines.

The ghostly remnants of my touch forged an acquaintance with the disembodied arches, ridges, and whorls of countless other waiting room souls.


Their loved ones and caretakers.  

All frightened, nervous, and (perhaps, like me) entertaining the first gilt flickers of a tempting hope through their fog of panic.

These unknown people were my waiting room comrades.

If they were anything like me, they sat waiting and paying only half of their attention to the articles on which they left their shadowy imprints.  

The articles had little relation to the parade of horribles that would bring anyone to a hospital waiting room.  

Rankings of various cashmere sweaters that took into account durability, color range, cost, and softness.  

Debates over whether certain sleep positions caused premature aging coupled with an admonitions to sleep on backs and purchase silk pillowcases.  

Explicitly illustrated tidbits relating ways to “get him hot” and “keep him interested.”  

Horoscopes purporting to demystify the future (as a Libra, I could apparently look forward to a torrid affair with a stranger and an unexpected windfall of cash before Christmas).

Curling pages with earlier waiting room patrons’ half-finished crossword puzzles (the chicken scratch of some poor speller making my stomach flip at the memory Jamie penciling in my inaccurate guesses with my equally questionable spelling with a tight, stoic expression).

I was not sure why I bothered to read at all.  Opening a magazine was a feeble attempt to to distract from what happened across the hall.

Physical therapy.

Appointments blocked in forty-five minute increments.

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julesbeauchamp: One Shot:  “Save Tonight” a/n: As I’m not…


One Shot:  Save Tonight”

a/n: As I’m not posting any fics updates this week, I wanted to share this one-shot inspired by this song and also Lee Miller. She’s one of my favourite photographers and she always reminded me of Claire a little bit. 
Jamie and Claire meet during WWII and one night changes the course of their lives forever.  Enjoy! 

The memories woke up her up, sometimes. Like clutches to her throat, suffocating her. The war had ended a little over two years ago, now. With each passing day, the memories became hazier, blurrier but some things remained…She remembered the smell vividly: a mixture of gunpowder and shredded human flesh. And the noise. Deafening. Some days could go on end without a sound. An agonizing silence that always predicted the impending chaos that would follow.

When the time had come to leave for the front, she didn’t hesitate.

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Project Syndicate 2018-12-27T12:48:46.000Z

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owlnguava: Outlander’s ever expanding writers’ room I checked DG’s facebook post for the episode of…


Outlander’s ever expanding writers’ room

I checked DG’s facebook post for the episode of Down the Rabbit Hole and found it curious that she didn’t reply to any comments except one. I hadn’t checked it in a long time but I remember she usually replied to quite many, at least in the first day or so. And this is what she replied to.

The poster said, “It’s almost like an internship is going on”. How apt! So I went and looked at the writers over the seasons and here are the numbers:


No. of episodes: 16

No. of writers: 5

Writers: Ron D Moore, Toni Graphia, Matt B Roberts, Ira Steven Behr, Anne Kenney


No. of episodes: 13

No. of writers: 7

Writers: Ron D Moore, Matt B Roberts, Ira Steven Behr, Anne Kenney, Toni Graphia, Diana Gabaldon (1 episode), Richard Kahan (1 episode)


No. of episodes: 13

No. of writers: 8

Writers: Ron D Moore, Matt B Roberts, Toni Graphia, Anne Kenney, Joy Blake, Karen Campbell, Luke Schelhaas, Shannon Goss


No. of episodes: 13

No. of writers: 9

Writers: Matt B Roberts, Toni Graphia, Luke Schelhaas, Shaina Fewell, Bronwyn Garrity, Shannon Goss, Karen Campbell, Joy Blake, Jennifer Yale


So not only is it an ever expanding writers’ room, but they’ve let go of someone like Anne Kenney, who gave us The Wedding in S1, but also brought in and kept, people like Karen Campbell (of Creme de Menthe, and Do No Harm fame). The inconsistency and slipping standards are plain and painful to see.

sansas:626 was designed to be a monster. But now, there’s…


626 was designed to be a monster. But now, there’s nothing to destroy. You see, I never gave him a greater purpose. What must it be like — to have nothing? Not even memories to visit in the middle of the night.

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