Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LIX (Job Security)

It’s the last Six Sentence Sunday, and I want to thank everyone who has stopped by to read or comment on what has turned out to be 366 of mine.

Because of your support and encouragement—and beta comments from those of you brave enough to read the whole thing—I’ve been taking a long look at that old drawer novel of mine and have decided to give it a thorough edit and see if I can make it agent-worthy.

Who knows?

I’m not sure what I’ll be putting in this space, if anything, but I hope some of you might drop in once in a while for old-time’s sake?

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One last snark for the road. . . .

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Jailed...

“If someone does break in here, what would you do?”  I wasn’t about to risk a key witness—or a friend.

Reynard’s shoulders lifted, fell.  “Members of the Press are generally held to observing and reporting news, not directly generating it—but self-defense is an acceptable loophole.”

“What do you call bailing me out of jail?” I asked.

“Job security.”

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Previous Installments:

First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-ninth ♦ Thirtieth
Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
Thirty-sixth ♦Thirty-seventh ♦ Thirty-eighth ♦ Thirty-ninth
Fortieth ♦ Forty-first ♦ Forty-second ♦ Forty-third
Forty-fourth ♦ Forty-fifth ♦ Forty-sixth ♦ Forty-Seventh
Forty-Eighth ♦ Forty-ninth ♦ Fifty ♦ Fifty-one
Fifty-two ♦ Fifty-three ♦ Fifty-four ♦ Fifty-five ♦ Fifty-Six
Fifty-seven ♦Fifty-eight

Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LVIII (Crazy Love)

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With a little help from her fellow librarians and the Pressman, Clyota has avoided whatever nastiness the bad guys had planned, but the Library isn’t the safe place they need.

Luckily, Charlie, Clyota’s desk partner, has an idea.

I couldn’t fit it into the six, but as they leave for the deli across the street to wait,  one of Clyota’s co-workers recognizes the Pressman—it turns out that her sister just joined the Press Corps and is a huge fan.

Clyota is bemused that Reynard has groupies.  Reynard is more interested in Patricia’s comments about Clyota’s own fan club.

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto...

“Charlie should be here in a few minutes,” I said, to fill the silence.

“He seems willing to drop everything to assist you,” said the Pressman, stirring half the sugar dispenser into his coffee.

“He’s my partner,” I said, rolling my eyes,  “and that’s all he is.”

“Others,” said the Pressman, lifting the cup to his lips without taking his lens from me, “appear to think otherwise.”

“You mean Patricia?  Yes, well, her sister thinks you’re a god, so dementia clearly runs in the family.”

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You may already know that one of our sixers, Wendy Russo, has a book coming out soon, set in the Royal City of Columbia.

January Black Cover

While I was trying to contact Wendy about her blog tour, my message was rerouted and I somehow ended up interviewing the intriguing King Hadrian, instead.

So if you’d like to see how I embarrassed myself in front of extremely attractive royalty, I’m posting the transcript tomorrow.

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Previous Installments:

First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-ninth ♦ Thirtieth
Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
Thirty-sixth ♦Thirty-seventh ♦ Thirty-eighth ♦ Thirty-ninth
Fortieth ♦ Forty-first ♦ Forty-second ♦ Forty-third
Forty-fourth ♦ Forty-fifth ♦ Forty-sixth ♦ Forty-Seventh
Forty-Eighth ♦ Forty-ninth ♦ Fifty ♦ Fifty-one
Fifty-two ♦ Fifty-three ♦ Fifty-four ♦ Fifty-five ♦ Fifty-Six
Fifty-seven

Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LVII (Revoked)

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When last we left them, Clyota and the Pressman had gone to the Library to find a secure ‘Net connection for some research into the contents of the lockbox and Clyota was worried about running into her least favorite co-worker.

Naturally,  they not only run into her, but into a certain bad guy—one John Anderson-Smith—who does his best to spoil our heroes’ field trip.

Luckily, Clyota has sympathetic back up.

(Photo credit: gloomy50)

“She’s not a Librarian,” said Diane, shooting me with a look of triumph, “and now she won’t even be a Patron any more.”

“Belay that, Diane,” said a voice. I turned to see Patricia, her stance loose and her expression calm.  “I overheard this gentleman,” she indicated Anderson-Smith, “threatening to remove this Patron’s property by force.  I find him guilty of attempted theft and intimidation on Library grounds, and I am pulling his Privileges.

“Clayton,” she said, tapping her call button, “I have a Revoked for the Cooler.”

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Previous Installments:

First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-ninth ♦ Thirtieth
Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
Thirty-sixth ♦Thirty-seventh ♦ Thirty-eighth ♦ Thirty-ninth
Fortieth ♦ Forty-first ♦ Forty-second ♦ Forty-third
Forty-fourth ♦ Forty-fifth ♦ Forty-sixth ♦ Forty-Seventh
Forty-Eighth ♦ Forty-ninth ♦ Fifty ♦ Fifty-one
Fifty-two ♦ Fifty-three ♦ Fifty-four ♦ Fifty-five ♦ Fifty-Six

Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LVI (Close Call)

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You know those kinds of co-workers you look forward to seeing every day because they make work a fun and pleasant place to be?

Diane isn’t one of those.

Photo credit: Steve A Johnson

 “Who,” asked the Pressman, as we walked to the study area, “is Diane?”

“Someone who takes my ancestry to heart,” I said.  “She’s the one who rescued you from certain vehicular homicide in front of the staff parking entrance a couple weeks ago.”

“You would not have hit me,” he said.

“I appreciate the benefit of the doubt.”

“Your car was traveling less than one-point-six kilometers per hour,” he said, “and I was fully capable of stepping out of the way.”

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Previous Installments:

First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-ninth ♦ Thirtieth
Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
Thirty-sixth ♦Thirty-seventh ♦ Thirty-eighth ♦ Thirty-ninth
Fortieth ♦ Forty-first ♦ Forty-second ♦ Forty-third
Forty-fourth ♦ Forty-fifth ♦ Forty-sixth ♦ Forty-Seventh
Forty-Eighth ♦ Forty-ninth ♦ Fifty ♦ Fifty-one
Fifty-two ♦ Fifty-three ♦ Fifty-four ♦ Fifty-five

Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LV (The Other Side)

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Once again, I forgot to sign up for Six Sentence Sunday in time this week—I’m blaming the holidays, this time, instead of my faulty brain—so an extra thank you to you all for coming by!

Happy New Year!

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I’m skipping ahead a chapter or two, because it occurred to me that spilling the mystery of the birthday card wasn’t a good idea, if I ever want anyone to buy the book, supposing I can get my act together—New Year’s Resolution, anyone?

Clyota and Reynard, the Pressman, need a secure ‘Net connection to test out their theory about the papers in the lockbox.  So they head to the Library . . . where Clyota is reminded that Librarians and Pressmen often mix like napalm and gasoline:

SecurityGate

 It was strange, coming into the Library as a Patron, going through the weapons detector, putting my carryall through the sensor.  It felt wrong, alien—like seeing Alice from the viewpoint of the Looking Glass.

Patricia at the Customer Service Desk waved at me as I passed, nudging Thomas with her elbow.  He glanced up, registered my presence, and nodded.  Then they saw the Pressman. 

Patricia stiffened to attention, and while Thomas did not actually go for his weapon, his hand did hover near it.

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Previous Installments:

First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-ninth ♦ Thirtieth
Thirty-first ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third ♦ Thirty-fourth ♦ Thirty-fifth
Thirty-sixth ♦Thirty-seventh ♦ Thirty-eighth ♦ Thirty-ninth
Fortieth ♦ Forty-first ♦ Forty-second ♦ Forty-third
Forty-fourth ♦ Forty-fifth ♦ Forty-sixth ♦ Forty-Seventh
Forty-Eighth ♦ Forty-ninth ♦ Fifty ♦ Fifty-one
Fifty-two ♦ Fifty-three ♦ Fifty-four