Thursday, September 11, 2014

#amwriting this week on fun stuff....Cleanup, Remediation, and Paranormal Protection office tales.

Between projects for the folks helping me off the streets, I am writing, more than just poems anTd snippets. Started work already, but will have to break in an hour from it, on "Rust to Lust" (which needs a better title), the second in the series of Tanner/Cathay CRAPP investigations/cleanups.

Proof? Sure. You deserve the opening paragraphs, in typical, cynical Tanner delivery.

"Starting mornings without coffee and doughnuts needs to be outlawed. Period. Especially when those days kick off with the much hated Two A.M. phone calls some politicians think they can handle. Trust me, mine would leave them headed to some ashram to retire from public life. And the paperwork on my desk for that fiasco a few weeks back that cost me three partners, five GSA vehicles, and a long laundry list of other things would drop any political flack into an insane asylum, if I ever started on it.
"This mess got dropped on my lap before (donut shop) even had my normal cake donuts ready, on a morning when my coffee pot walked through some extra-dimensional rift to hide in plain sight on my counter top. Which made dealing with something simple as chopping a person's head off, stashing it in my briefcase, then heading into work to arrange an art showing for the statues left behind in the bar a nightmare. Doing it without your partner, well, I planned to at least get Sister Cathay to do the paperwork, as her convent does not answer the phone until after morning mass, forcing me to solo the job.
"The thing on my desk, deep in the forgotten furnace rooms of the EPA's Headquarters, which I try to avoid due to that backlog of paperwork, says my name is Troy Tanner. Damned thing also claims I'm some sort of bureaucratic minion called a 'Remdiation Specialist', which is double talk for being a glorified, and very disgusted, janitor."

yeah. its flowing fairly well.. save the lack of the best doughnuts in Washington, DC getting a tip of the hat, as I've only been there when I was three, and Dad had me grounded from donuts that day. Also, by the time this appears on the blog, I hope to have it ready to do the three day grind of editing down to a proper thing to sell as a 99 cent eBook thing.

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