I, Effing Feline, am so selfless I’m virtually a saint. You see, I selected a snippet that includes a telephone call, even though I hate those things. Imagine napping on a nice warm lap when the phone rings. Mr Valentine jerks, waking me up. Then he reaches for the phone, dumping me unceremoniously off his lap.
Telephones are evil, I tell you.
Ed’s new Christmas novella, Alien Contact for an Enhanced Nutcracker — newly renamed Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker — includes a phone call. It doesn’t turn out well, and as you can see here, it doesn’t start well, either. She wants to let her brother, Paul, know she arrived safely on Kwadra, only to learn that telephones are scarce. She finds one, though. It’s right beside a tall, dark and handsome Kwadran who doesn’t leave to give her privacy. (Hint: he’s the hero.)
Paul jumped right into the middle of things, as always. “Hi ho, Holly — unlawful detainer.”
His words were so loud she jerked the phone away from her ear — it was on speakerphone, and the dark Kwadran presence was sitting there, listening. She turned away from him to fashion a pretense of privacy.
“Your landlord kicked your ass out of your apartment and padlocked the door,” Paul continued in his lawyer’s voice; she’d never before noticed how loud it was. “That’s unlawful detainer.”
“Could you not tell Cressida?” Their older sister was the family scold, and this incident would give her way too much ammunition; “Just tell her I’ve got a job, okay?”
“You know her; she’ll find out anyway.
In other words, he would tell Cressida. She loved her siblings, always had and always would, but sometimes she wanted to divorce them all.
Effing Feline here again. From your comments, I know many of you are loving pet owners. Might I suggest doing your pets a favor by tossing your phones in the garbage?
No, I take it back. That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order! When Effing Feline says toss, you toss! Got that, Sunshine?
Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker
The Nutcracker ballet, for and by aliens?!?
Holly Jansen, a young orchestra conductor down on her luck, is secretly hired by an alien king to conduct The Nutcracker on Kwadra Island as a Christmas present for his American wife. This big break seems like a Christmas miracle, but after she meets the lead dancer, she wonders if it’s a curse, instead . . .
. . . because the Kwadran queen has secretly ordered superstar dancer Rafael Sekwa to produce a potlatch dance honoring her husband’s ancestors — on the same date, time, and stage as The Nutcracker. The stubborn genius is determined to do so, no matter what, and Holly finds her ambition melting in the face of her growing admiration . . . and love.
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To help keep myself on track this November, I’m going to try to post my progress. This has been one of my best NaNos.
After 21 days — 55,938 words and counting.