I’m a big fan of tech. I’m pretty much never without my tablet, and I depend on it heavily throughout my day. Mostly because it reminds me of Penny’s book in Inspector Gadget. But also because it’s an incredibly useful tool that I use to make my busy life easier.

While I do have Instagram and Candy Crush on there, I use my tablet more for life management and writing than playing. Today, I’m going to give you an updated list of the apps that I use daily to keep everything in order. Some of these you’ve likely heard of before. In fact, you might have heard of them from me, because I’ve written a similar blog post before. But the apps I used have changed since the last time I wrote it. (Here’s a link to the post from May first, 2016.) So it felt like it was time for an update. Unless otherwise indicated, none of these apps cost money. I’m also not an affiliate at all and did not receive any money from writing this post.

Apps that I’m using for writing

Buffer

I’m still using Buffer, after over a year, and there’s a reason. Look, I understand three things about social media. 1. It’s important for a writer to have a social media presence to gain a fan base. 2. Social media and the rules that govern it change all the time. 3. I will never have the time or inclination to check and post on multiple social media platforms every day.

So, Buffer is still my best friend. I’m able to change when and how much I post anytime I need to. Buffer has a built-in tool that can tell when the people who follow me are most likely to be online so that I can post at the best time. It also allows me to schedule social media to the minute.

Evernote

I’m still using Evernote as well, even after breaking my first tablet and transitioning onto another one. I use this to keep all my outlines and Series Bibles handy wherever I am. I also keep my Control Journal on Evernote, which is easier than having it in a big binder. (The control journal isn’t mine, it belongs to the Fly Lady.)

Dropbox

I’m still using Dropbox to store my drafts in case I lose my computer. But I learned something new that it can do.

If you have a document on dropbox, you can send out a link to anybody so they can access it! So, for instance, if you run a challenge via email and want to include some nifty printables along with it, you can pop them in Dropbox and put a link in your email. That’s what I did with my Controlling Your Life email course, and it worked great.

Grammarly

I’m kind of assuming you’ve seen the ads for Grammarly, but I’ll talk about it anyway. I’ve been using it for every single blog post or short story I write. I would use it for my novels too, but it has a size limit. It basically goes through and checks all of my grammar to make sure I’m not sending my work out into the world with silly grammar mistakes.

Mail Chimp

I’ve been loving Mail Chimp, especially when I was doing my email challenge. It’s still, after using for several years now, the freaking easiest way to send emails.

Apps that I’m using for life management because managing your life is the first step to being successful in your writing.

Todoist

I actually stopped using the todoist app for a while. I was writing out my daily to-dos in my bullet journal. This was taking up a huge amount of room, obviously. It was also a huge pain in the ass transitioning things that I do every day.

Todoist lets me schedule repetitive tasks for my daily, weekly and monthly chores. This also helps because then I don’t have to remember them!

Stop, breath and think

This is my favorite meditation app, by far. It tracks how long I meditate, has a built-in list of guided meditations and gives me stickers for completing certain challenges. I start every day with the Welcoming The Day meditation.

White noise

During the summer, I had an air conditioner in my bedroom. Now that it’s gone, I’ve found that I can no longer sleep in silence. So, I’ve started using the app White Noise. It comes with several different nature sounds and uses little enough power that my tablet still charges while the app is on.

Telegram

I don’t hate Messenger, but I don’t love it either. Worse, it takes up a lot of the limited space on my tablet. So I’ve started using Telegram to communicate with my family and friends. This one is purely fun. I can send gifs to my kids and husband, share documents, and set up large group chats.

Google calendar

I assume I don’t need to tell you all about Google Calendar because there’s a good chance it’s open somewhere on your screen right now. It is on mine.

My husband and I have ours synced, so we both know what’s going on with each other. I can keep track of everything, color coded. And, this one is new, it integrates with Todoist, so my to-do list is right on the same screen!

Technology continues to make my life easier, and I hope it helps you as well. If I missed a super useful app that helps you, please let us know about it in the comments.

Episode One

Wednesday, AC April 5

With the care of a man holding a newborn, Godfrey Anders slid a pan of duck into his oven. It was set at a low heat, intended to allow the duck to simmer in its own juices for hours.

He hadn’t been able to get a real duck. No one had been in contact with Earth for a while now. But he hoped the simulated one would taste almost as good.

Godfrey stood up from the oven, brushing his curly, dark hair out of his eyes. He rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble. He supposed it wouldn’t be a bad idea to shave before his wife, Ki, came home.

Before he did that, though, he wanted to get the horchee chopped up. A hard root vegetable from Toth, it was real. It did, however, take awhile to simmer before it was soft enough to eat.

Just as he sat the first one down on his cutting board, the doorbell rang. A second later, it rang again. “Oh, what the hell?” he muttered, grabbing a towel to wipe his hands.

When he opened the door he found Mason Montgomery, carrying a canvas satchel and leaning on his doorbell. “There you are,” he said, “Why weren’t you at your stall?”

“I took a day off,” Godfrey said, tossing the hand towel over his shoulder. “It’s one of the things you can do when you run your own business.”

“You could have told someone,” Mason said, throwing his hands up. “I went the whole way to the food district.”

“Why?” Godfrey asked, “I told you last week you’d paid off your debt for freezing my plants. You don’t have to work for me anymore.”

“I know. I made something for the greenhouse,” Mason said. “I guess we can just head down now.”

“Um, no,” Godfrey said, leaning against his doorway. “I’m cooking.”

Mason gave him an incredulous look. “You took a day off, from your food stall, to cook?”

“I’m making a roast duck for Ki,” Godfrey said. “Which really isn’t any of your damn business.”

“That’s fine, I didn’t ask,” Mason said, shrugging. “I just want you to come down to the greenhouse. This is cool, you’ll like it.”

Godfrey sighed, checking his wrist pad for the time. He had a few hours at least until Ki got home. And the goose, at this point, only wanted to be left alone.

“Fine,” Godfrey said, “Let’s go.”

“So where’s April?” Godfrey asked.

“She’s at home with Sennett,” Mason said. He strode into the center of the greenhouse, then knelt to start digging through his bag.

“Huh. Did she take the day off too?”

Mason pulled a device from his bag that was about the size of his palm. It had eight metal legs, like a spider, and a single blue dot on the center portion.

“Kind of,” he said, looking up towards the ceiling. “Commissioner Schultz made her take a vacation.”

“Why, did something happen?”

Mason glanced at him, then back up at the ceiling. “I don’t think so, at least not yet. She just said Schultz thought she was burned out.”

“Does she seem burned out to you?” Godfrey asked.

“I don’t know,” Mason said, “I mean, she’s stressed out over the whole Core thing. And, I guess she’s not sleeping.”

Mason tossed the spider device in the air. It hit the ceiling, sinking it’s eight metal feet into the steel.

“That thing isn’t AI, is it?” Godfrey asked.

“No, don’t be dumb,” Mason said, “We can control it through our pads.”

“What do you mean, we? Did you have my wrist pad?”

Mason gave him a derisive look. “Come on. Do you really think that I can’t access your wrist pad remotely?”

“Stop doing shit like that!” Godfrey cried.

“How about you wait and see what this does before you complain?” Mason asked. He reached into his bag again and pulled out something Godfrey hadn’t seen since he’d left Earth.

A collapsible umbrella.

“Where did you get that?” Godfrey asked.

“Had it at the lab,” Mason said, “You wouldn’t believe how often it’s come in handy.” He opened it, then handed it to Godfrey. Then he started tapping things on his wrist pad.

The device on the ceiling extended a small tube from the blue dot. It bent horizontally, then started firing small blue balls in every direction. The balls burst open, releasing what looked like clouds. After a few moments, they started raining.

“Despite my better instincts,” Godfrey said as the rain started to patter on the top of the umbrella, “I am impressed.”

He looked up at the heavy clouds, marveling at how the soft rain landed on his plants. It even smelled a little like Earth rain. For a moment he was on his dad’s farm again, smelling the air after a thunderstorm had fallen on their crops.

“Haven’t seen rain in a long time,” he said, “I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“Yeah, rain was pretty sweet,” Mason said. “It’s really the only thing I miss about Earth. Part of why I wanted to do this.”

“I didn’t know you lived on Earth,” Godfrey said.

“Yeah,” Mason said, “New York City, America. My birth mom lived there. I guess my dad was some guy who worked at Galitech and had a wife. When my birth mom got pregnant he wanted her as far away from him as possible. So he sent her here, sent money. Then she got sick and died.”

“I’m sorry,” Godfrey said.

“Can’t complain,” Mason replied, “I was too little to remember her. And my mom was really great to me. Sennett too.”

The device on the ceiling was making a loud humming noise, drawing their attention. It was still spinning, but it wasn’t shooting anything anymore.

“Oh, shit,” Mason said. He looked at his wrist pad and started hitting buttons frantically. “I think one got stuck.”

“Why is smoke coming from it?” Godfrey asked, looking up as dark smoke and sparks began emitting from the rain device.

Mason’s head snapped up. “That would be because it’s about to blow up,” he said. He grabbed Godfrey from the back of his shirt and pulled him out of the greenhouse into his food stall. He slammed the door shut behind them, just moments before several things hit it.

Godfrey opened the door again. Shrapnel, more than he’d really expected from such a little device, littered the ground. A small fire was burning on the ceiling.

Mason grabbed a hose from the wall and sprayed the fire, soaking himself in the process.

Godfrey took a few steps into his greenhouse. A green tomato was hanging from a vine, a metallic leg sticking out from its side. He plucked it from the vine, then turned back to Mason.

“Look, there’s no progress without some risks,” Mason said, holding up his hands.

“You will clean this up,” Godfrey said, “before I get here in the morning. Then you will come here every day and nurse my plants until they are well again. Am I understood, Mason?”

“I was trying to help,” Mason snapped.

“And you nearly killed us both instead,” Godfrey said, handing him the skewered tomato. “Funny how that works.”

Godfrey was still fuming on the ride home. Upon arriving at his house he checked on his duck. It was still pleasantly simmering. Soothed by the scent, he returned to cutting up horchee.

Once it was in the pan with some spices and a bit of harral oil from Khloe, he sat down at the kitchen table and opened the news feeds on his wrist pad. He started with the S86 feeds, then expanded his search to all of the stations.

There was no news from Earth. Only speculation, none of which made sense. One writer thought sunspots had killed all of the radio frequencies. One said that there must have been some horrible World War 4 and no one was in good enough shape to communicate.

One reporter, apparently more creative than smart, suggested that Earth had regressed into a prehistoric world where technology was a foreign concept.

The last thing anyone had heard from Earth, it seemed, was the video from the day the AI dogs arrived. Most people assumed that the message had been about the dogs. Only Godfrey and a handful of others thought it might be something different.

Only one article looked like it might have any useful information. It was about two stations, 88 and 16. Apparently, both had gone dark, stopping all communication with other stations. Station 88 Godfrey knew about. It was the station the AI dogs had come from. But 16 was news to him. He saved the article, meaning to talk to Sennett about it later.

He got up to stir the horchee, wondering if Ki would mind if he made a trip off station. No one seemed to know anything about what was going on on Earth. He was tired of waiting for news.

The horchee was nearly done. It was tender and filling the kitchen with it’s tangy, bitter scent. He glanced toward the wall. It was 6:15. Ki should have been home. Her shift was over at 5:30.

He slid the horchee onto a serving plate, then sat it on a warmer. Then he checked on the goose, pouring juices over it.

7:00 came, then 8:00. Despite Godfrey’s best efforts, the goose was getting dry. But that was the least of his worries. He messaged Ki for what felt like an excessive number of times. There was still no answer. He called the hospital, only to be told that Ki had clocked out at the end of her shift.

Finally, at a quarter after the hour, Ki came through the door. She looked tired, her feet dragging along the ground. Even so, there was a flush on her cheeks and she was smiling.

“There you are,” he said as she took off her shoes. “Where have you been?”

“What’s wrong? I told you yesterday that I was going to stop after work with Morgan and Cheryl for some drinks,” she said, laughing a little. She came into the kitchen and pecked his cheek. She certainly had been out for drinks by the smell of her.

“No, you didn’t tell me,” he said, “because if you had told me, I’d have told you that it wasn’t okay. I took today off to make a nice dinner for you.”

“I didn’t know that,” Ki said. Her good humor seemed to be fading quickly. She headed for the sofa. “You never said anything about making dinner or taking the day off.”

“That’s because it was supposed to be a surprise,” Godfrey said, “Ki, I’ve been sending you messages. Why didn’t you respond to any of them if you were out having drinks?”

“Because I turned my pad off,” Ki replied. She threw her hands up. “When did you become one of those husbands who has to know where I am every second, huh?”

“I don’t know. When did you become one of those wives who makes plans without telling her husband?” he snapped.

“This is ridiculous,” Ki said, “I work damn hard all day. And if my friends ask me to go drinking, I should be able to say yes without checking in with you.”

He stopped a moment. “But I thought you said you did check in with me,” he said. “You said I knew about this already, so that would be checking in with me.”

“Can you not do this right now?” Ki asked. “It was a long day and I was in a good mood until I walked through that door.”

“Well you haven’t been happy at home for awhile now,” Godfrey said, crossing his arms.

“Oh, don’t play the victim,” Ki snapped. “What do you expect me to do, when I come home to you wrist deep in all this conspiracy shit, spouting crazy theories about Earth. Do you expect me to be happy about that?”

“It’s better than any of the theories that anyone else is offering since no one else is offering any! My dad hasn’t responded to any communications-,”

“I know you’re worried about your dad,” Ki said, “But you’re not a detective. You’re not a council member. You’re a cook, that’s it. So let the authorities handle it.”

“Sennett said the station police are in such short number-,”

“Oh, does Sennett agree with you?” Ki asked, “I’m sorry. If I’d realized that Saint Sennett agreed with you I wouldn’t have argued.”

She turned and stormed toward the bedroom. “Sennett’s never wrong, she’s perfect.”

“Ki, I didn’t say that,” Godfrey said, following after her. She slammed the door shut on his face and locked it. A few minutes later, he heard the water in the shower turn on.

With nothing else to do, Godfrey went back to the kitchen to cut up the goose before it was completely ruined.

Ki didn’t come out of their bedroom the rest of the evening. Godfrey didn’t try to persuade her, either. He sat on the couch, surfing through different entertainment feeds and nibbling on the goose. Eventually his mind went to the article he’d read about the stations going dark. He turned off the wall screen and called Sennett.

He wasn’t at all surprised when she answered right away, not a trace of sleep on her face.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I might have found something in the news today,” he said, “I also wanted to make sure you were alright. Mason said that your commander made you take a vacation.”

“Mason needs to stop telling people my business,” Sennett replied, looking more tired than angry. “But yeah, Schultz asked me to take some time off. Officially, it’s bereavement for Mom.”

“And unofficially?” he asked.

“She found out about the lead gun Liam gave me,” Sennett said, “Schultz thinks I need to get my head on right before I start thinking I’m above the law.”

“Cop with connections, the worst thing there is,” Godfrey said, grinning at her.

“Yeah, whatever. So, what did you find on the news?”

“A station went dark, Station 16,” he said, “No one knows why, and no one’s been sent to investigate.”

“Of course not,” Sennett said, “That’s the IHP’s job, and they’re all on Earth doing who the hell knows what. And none of the other stations are going to do it. Take it upon themselves to look after another station, maybe give aid? Hell no.”

“Too much to look after on their own stations, I expect,” Godfrey muttered, “Same old excuse.”

“Hey, we aren’t using it as an excuse,” Sennett said, “We’ve barely got enough officers to keep the peace here as it is. What are you doing up at this hour, anyway?”

“Ki and I had another fight,” he said, “She was out drinking with some of her friends after work. She thinks she told me, I think she didn’t. Anyway, I made this big dinner for her and it mostly went to waste.”

Sennett shook her head. “If you and Ki are fighting, calling me at this hour isn’t going to help.”

“I know,” he said, “It just makes me feel better, talking to you.”

“I don’t mind talking,” Sennett said, “but if you want to save your marriage, the person you should be talking to is Ki.”

“Come on,” Godfrey said, “If I could talk to Ki, do you think I’d be talking to you right now?”

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For anyone who doesn’t know, my family is a blended family. My husband and I didn’t get married until our daughters were ten. We started dating when they were three, and we met on the day my stepdaughter was born. (He was rushing out of the apartment building to go to the hospital, while I was walking in with my three-month-old in my arms. God was watching over us on that day.)

The holidays can kind of blow for kids in blended families because the holidays tend to lead to arguments about who’s going to spend time where and when.

My husband and I have been going through this for ten years now. And we’ve learned a lot about making the holidays run smoothly for our blended family.

So you know where we’re coming from, both of our daughters live with us most of the time. My daughter no longer has a relationship with her father. My stepdaughter visits her mom on the weekends, and every other week in the summer.

I’m not a therapist or a family counselor. I’m not saying that what I’m suggesting is going to work for every family. But this is what we’ve done that’s worked for us, for some pretty rocky times.

Know your own mind first

Before you start talking to others about what you want to do during the holidays, you need to understand your own mind and your own priorities. You need to know now, before the talking starts, what you really want to do with your family.

Something that is very important to me is opening crackers with my kids on Christmas Eve. I need both kids at home for that. I also insist that I get these Christmas bears from Kay Jewelers every year. (The money from the sales of these bears go to St. Judes. It’s not Christmas unless I get these damn things, and my kids will get them from me every year until I die.) I also insist that we watch the first Simpson’s Episode, Merry Christmas Charlie Brown, and Muppets Christmas Carol. These things are nonnegotiable for me.

For my husband, having Santa be a part of Christmas was big. I, until we got together, hadn’t intended on introducing my daughter to Santa. I had my reasons. But for the husband, Santa was an essential part of Christmas that trumped my reasons to leave him out. Checking out the Nordic Tracker website on Christmas Eve is also important to him, as is baking Christmas cookies.

When we start making plans for the holidays, we know that these are the events that are important to us. These are the things that we are not ready to compromise over. And it’s good to know that up front.

Consult with your child and in-house family

When it was just me and my older daughter, I had a very ‘us against the world’ mentality. When the husband moved in with my younger daughter, and we decided that this was going to be a long-term thing, then an in it for the long haul thing, my mentality didn’t change. It just now included two more people.

I care about my kids and husband’s feelings over everyone else. I don’t care if I upset my mom because my husband can’t handle visiting for Christmas. I don’t care if we hurt my father in law’s feelings because my daughter isn’t ready to hug him yet. I don’t care if we piss off the other family members because my kids have had too many events and need a day at home. (They’re introverts, like me.)

So before we make plans outside of the house, we talk to each other about what we want to get out of the holidays. While we don’t let the kids call all the shots, and we’d never encourage our kids to badmouth the other parent, we give them a chance to be heard.

Talk openly and kindly with the rest of your child’s family

We’re on very good terms with my younger daughter’s mom. We work together because we’ve always made a point, to be honest with each other, and compromise. That’s where knowing what you want first comes in handy.

But we can’t have these discussions if we’re still hung up on past relationships.

And I get that it’s hard. When my daughter’s father was in her life, it was harder. (I’m going to bitch for a minute, sorry.) He barely made an effort to see her the rest of the year. He was physically and emotionally abusive when we were together. So, it was hard to talk calmly to him and make compromises over Christmas.

But I did it. I might have enlisted his mom to help a couple times, but I did it. (He’d at the time not shown any signs of abusing her, for the record.) And I’ll tell you why I did it. It’s not my daughter’s fault that her dad was a bad boyfriend to me, and she wanted to spend some Christmas time with her daddy. Sometimes being part of a blended family means looking at someone who cheated on you, and asking them what time on Christmas day they want to come pick up the baby. You’ve got to be a big person to do that, but I did it. And I’m sometimes a petty, petty soul.

Think outside the calendar

When my husband and I got together, he taught me a valuable lesson about the holidays. I want to share this lesson with you today.

Holidays can be whatever day we want them to be.

For instance, every year for the past ten, my family has gone out for breakfast on Christmas Eve. For the first few years, it was just the four of us. Then we invited my ex’s mother. Then we invited my mother in law.

This year I have to work Christmas Eve morning. So we’re doing our breakfast on the 23^rd. I’m dealing kind of.

If you need to celebrate on a different day, do it. No one’s going to crash open your door on boxing day if you’re opening gifts, I promise. Your candy canes don’t expire (Ever.) Your Christmas movies will be just as good.

Remember, you’re doing this for your child

The holidays need to be good for you. But for the most part, they’re about your kids. And that’s what you need to remember. Like I said earlier, my daughter doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of a screaming match. My kids don’t need to hear about it when they get a gift from the other parent that we don’t approve of. (Though it can live at their house.) All of the pain, the anger, the hurt feelings of past love lost has absolutely no place in this situation. Any parents your kids have that don’t live with you are still their parents. And you have something in common with them; you love your kids more than anyone else ever possibly could.

All of this can be very hard if the other party isn’t acting like an adult. If you’re running into trouble, call in a family mediator or get a therapist involved. I’ve had to do that in the past, and it helped.

No matter what, do what you can to make your kids holidays good. You don’t want them carrying hurt feelings and guilt with them. You want them to love and be loved by everyone in their family, whether you love everyone involved or not.

(Disclaimer! This post is intended for blended families in which no abuse is happening. If you feel that your child is in danger when visiting their other parent then please get the authorities involved.)

Well, we made it to December, guys. 2017 is almost over, Nano is done for another year, and it’s time to celebrate the winter holidays with our families.

Because it is, after all, December, I don’t have a lot planned for this month. I’m pretty much hanging out with my kids and working my way through the FlyLady’s 31 Baby Steps. My house is slowly starting to look like a grown up’s house. And I found my house keys!

Anyway, here’s what I have planned for this month.

Starting on December 12^th, I’ll be posting 12 days of short holiday stories. Some of my scifan writing buddy’s will be doing so as well. Keep an eye on the PBW Facebook page, where I’ll post links to as many of their stories as I can.

Oh, and I have some rather biggish news.

Starting Chains, Book Two of Woven is currently in production by Solstice Publishing! Here, for the first time, is the cover!

There’s no release day yet, but I’ll let you know as soon as I have one.

In the meantime, I’m working on the Sandwashed rewrites, to the extent that I can work this month. My focus should be on my family right now, and that’s right where it is.

I’d love to see what everyone’s celebrating and how! Please post in the comments below how you and your family are enjoying the holidays this year. And let me know as well if you won Nano or not.

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Sennett, Godfrey and the rest of Station 86 are trying to put their society back in order after the Core attack. Then a mysterious ship from a dying station arrives, bringing artificially intelligent robotic, murderous dogs.

Godfrey, Mason and April must get to the hospital safely, while Sennett is trying to protect Marshal’s Joy and Howard. But the AI dogs are nothing compared to the terrors they left behind on their own station.

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Tuesday, AC April 4

(AC stands for accepted calendar, the calendar that all Stations have chosen to use)

It’s been three months since we left our heroes, cleaning up Station 86 after the AI dog attack. The station of First Contact is shaken and its people are afraid.

Most of them expected that living on a space station, too far away from Earth for direct communication to be possible, was going to be dangerous. Perhaps they hadn’t expected the dangers, like terrorists and human error, would be so familiar.

The station had suffered a great loss of life. Many of those lost had been police officers, fighting to protect civilians. The station’s police training program had stepped up its recruiting efforts and hurried its program. Officers were promoted to detectives and replaced with new, hastily trained cadets. Commissioner Schultz said to them that, as she was green herself, they would learn together.

This learning was taking place with varying degrees of success, much to the dismay of Detective Sennett Montgomery. Still without a partner, she’s been assigned to work with the cadets who haven’t mastered all of the skills they need to be on the streets. Whether they’ll survive to reach the streets has yet to be determined.

She stood behind a row of such cadets in the shooting range. Her hair, caught in thousands of braids, was pulled well away from her face in a ponytail. She wore simple jeans and a police t-shirt, with the 86 stars over her heart. The cadets were dressed the same. They aimed at a row of human-shaped targets set roughly twenty yards away. From the looks on their faces, an observer might have thought the targets were prepared to shoot back.

“Let’s try it again,” Sennett said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fire when ready.”

The cadets fired. Some of the targets fluttered or staggered, hit off center. Others didn’t move at all.

“You guys know you have sights on the air guns for a reason, right?” Sennett asked, “It’s not cheating if you use them, I promise.”

“Why do we have to do this?” one girl whined, “My aunt said you needed people to do paperwork and stuff like that. I mean, I know we all have to go through the training, but we don’t really need it.”

Sennett had to resist grabbing the girl by the ear and shaking her. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Alexis,” the girl said.

“Alexis, your aunt’s a filthy liar. We need people for everything, especially officers to walk a beat. And even if you are going to ride a desk, you’ll still need to know how to shoot. You wear the uniform, your job is to serve and protect. So you need to know how to protect people with an air rifle.”

“But you saved the whole station with a disrupter,” a young man said. Sennett thought his name might be Bill. “Why aren’t we training with them?”

“Disrupters are illegal,” Sennett said.

“You have one,” a ma’sheed girl named A’vril said.

“I don’t,” Sennett replied, “I turned mine in after the AI dog attack.” She stamped on a button on the floor, setting the targets back in place. “Try again. Use your damn sights this time.”

She took a few steps away from the cadets as they took a few shots. Her wrist pad was blinking, indicating that she had messages.

The first one was from her brother, Mason. Going to Godfrey’s food cart, can’t get April from school. I’ll grab dinner.

Sennett sighed with relief. If she had to get April, she had an excuse to leave early.

The next message was from Liam, her new roommate. Hey, Sen. Simulator battery is wearing out. I’d go get another one but, you know, I can’t. Peace.

“Probably used it all up making junk food,” Sennett muttered. Reluctantly, she went back to her cadets.

A’vril was aiming for one of the targets. She took a deep breath and fired. The target fell, snapping onto the ground with a satisfying sound that Sennett hadn’t heard all day. “I did it!” A’vril cried, jumping into the air with her weapon still in her hand. When she landed her finger hit the trigger, this time unintentionally. The blast of air hit Alexis, throwing her back several feet.

“Oh, shit,” Sennett said, “A’vril! Put down your weapon and get running on the track. Can someone help Alexis up?”

“Montgomery?”

Sennett looked behind her as Bill hurried to help a groaning Alexis to her feet. Commissioner Schultz was walking towards her, also dressed in training clothes. Everyone in the room except for Alexis stood at attention.

“Commissioner,” Sennett said, “How can we help you?”

“I just came down to see how our new officers were doing,” Schultz said, “When do you think they’ll be ready?”

“When Hell freezes,” Sennett snapped, casting a glair in A’vril’s direction.

“Why don’t we stop here for the day,” Schultz said, “all except for A’vril. You can keep running for a while.”

To the girl’s credit, the only credit Sennett had seen fit to give her that day, she didn’t complain. She just continued to run.

“Sennett, do you have time to talk?” Schultz asked.

“Haven’t you been here since six this morning?” Sennett asked. Even so she went to the rang, and lifted one of the weapons.

“I have,” Schultz said, “I’m getting ready to go home. But I like to shoot for a while before I head out. It relaxes me.”

“I guess you could use some sort of relaxation,” Sennett said as Schultz selected another air gun. “With the state of these recruits, I fear for the lives of everyone in the station.”

She stomped on the lever to bring the targets in place.

“Don’t worry too much,” Schultz said, “Remember, you’re working with people who need extra help. Not all of them are in such bad shape. That’s why I wanted you to work with them.”

Schultz fired once, twice, three times. The targets snapped cleanly against the floor.

“I thought it was because I was bored at a desk,” Sennett said.

“You were the one who’s been complaining about being bored,” Schultz said.

“Of course I’m complaining. You’ve got me doing paperwork and making schedules.” Sennett set up the targets and started firing. The targets snapped into place, but that didn’t surprise Sennett. They were only set up for twenty-five yards.

“What do you expect of me? You don’t have a partner. We don’t assign lone detectives to cases. I could put you back in blues and have you walking a beat again. But I thought you deserved better than that. Put the targets back, please?”

Sennett grimaced, then changed the settings to forty-five feet. “Sorry I broke the one you gave me, Commissioner,” she said, “In my defense, she was a useless fat sack of fat.”

“Is that how you talked to her?” Schultz asked, taking her shots.

“You know I didn’t,” Sennett said, as all the targets snapped back, “I was polite to a fault until I caught her taking bribes from that drug ring.”

She set up the targets again. “Then she had the audacity to accuse me of colluding with gun runners because Liam’s under house arrest at my place.”

“That’s only because he didn’t have a house to arrest him under,” Schultz said, watching Sennett knock the targets down.

Sennett replaced the target. This time, she set them at sixty feet.

“You’ve been through a hell of a lot in the last year,” Schultz said, “Your foster mother died in front of you, your little brother, your daughter, and the whole station. You didn’t take a single day off after that.”

“I didn’t really have the option,” Sennett said, “We had assassins on the station.”

“And you saved us, along with your friend Godfrey,” Schultz said, “You’re a hero.”

“I’m not a hero,” Sennett said.

Schultz shot, knocking down the first two targets. The third, farthest from her, only shuddered. “Hum, I need to get in here more,” Schultz said, “Anyway, we’d all barely caught our breath before the station was attacked by AI dogs. While we were dealing with that, the whole station found out that your daughter was half Khloe. You can’t tell me that you haven’t being harassed over that.”

Sennett fired three times, knocking all three targets down. “How about we leave my daughter out of this conversation?”

“Okay,” Schultz said, “let’s talk about something else. How long have you been wearing that caffeine cuff?”

Sennett glanced down at the copper colored band on her wrist. “You know that members of The Core are still around. April’s a target,” she said.

“Then I’ll send some uniforms to keep an eye on you, “ Schultz said.

“No,” Sennett said, “We’re short staffed as it is.”

“It’s not your job to worry about that,” Schultz said. She sat the air gun down and turned to look at Sennett. “I want you to take some personal time. A couple weeks, paid.”

Sennett sat her gun down as well. “Am I being suspended?” she asked.

“Of course not,” Schultz said. “But you need rest. You need to heal, physically and emotionally. I’d say the same to any of my women, not just station heroes.”

“I am not a hero,” Sennett said again, “and I don’t need to be taken care of.”

Schultz sighed. “Alright, I guess that wasn’t the right way to do this. Sennett, I know you’ve been carrying a lead bullet weapon,” She turned to give her a hard stare. “Look, I’ve been dancing around it, but you are messed up right now. Anyone would be, in your situation. But a messed up detective who’s starting to ignore the law endangers the whole station.”

Sennett opened her mouth to protest, but Schultz held a hand up. “It could be a suspension if you want.”

“Fine,” Sennett said. “I guess I could use some time off.”

On the transit home, Sennett tried to see the positive side of the situation. At least if she wasn’t going to work, maybe she could get some sleep during the day.

That is if she was able to sleep during the day any better than she could sleep at night.

She left the transit on level three, the level that housed the elementary and grade schools. It was crowded with children and teachers, hurrying to and from classes. Many people recognized Sennett and waved greetings.

Some gave her dark or suspicious looks. She made a point of smiling widely at them. She’d been dealing with the looks, and the comments, since the station had found out that April’s father had been Khloe. She didn’t think it was worth her time to get upset about it. The stares and whispers of the casual racist couldn’t hurt April. Terrorists could.

When she reached the lower grade playground she saw a crowd of kids. April and her friend Khal’Lee were visible right away. Khal’Lee because he, like all other Ma’sheed, had glowing skin.

April stood out for the same reason she would always stand out. She was half Earthian and half Khloe. Now that everyone knew, she no longer wore her seeming bracelet to pass as Earthian. She was taller than most of the children. Her hair was still soft and wild, brown like her eyes. But her skin was bright pink.

As Sennett walked towards the children, she noticed one of the playground monitors talking to a woman she didn’t recognize.

“Mommy!” April called, running over to her.

“Hey, Baby,” Sennett replied, catching April and giving her a big hug. “Do you know who that is?”

“No, Mommy,” April said.

“She’s visited the school a lot this week,” Khal’Lee said.

“Huh,” Sennett said.

Just then the woman saw her. She waived and walked down the fence towards them. “Detective Montgomery!” she called, “I was hoping to catch you.”

Sennett sat April down and said, “Stay here a minute, okay?”

“Okay,” April said.

Sennett walked over to the fence. “What can I do for you?” she asked.

“You’re April’s mom?” the woman asked, “She’s a beautiful little girl. Really extraordinary. But, I guess you already know that. Did you have a normal pregnancy with her? I mean, normal for an Earthian?”

“That seems like a personal and rude thing to ask someone you’ve just met,” Sennett said, crossing her arms.

“Right, right. Sorry, I get excited,” the woman said. She held out her hand. “I’m Doctor Oswald. I’m from Station 6, and I came to ask you some questions about April.”

“What exactly do you do, Dr. Oswald?” Sennett asked.

“I’m a genetic researcher,” the doctor replied, “We’re interested in learning more about the connections between the humanoid races.”

“I bet you are,” Sennett said.

“You see, April’s the first half-breed we’ve ever had. And she represents a wealth of information that we thought we’d never see. What we’d like is for you and her to come to Station 6 for a few days, maybe a week, to run some tests. Not anything big!” she held her hands up, just as Sennett was opening her mouth. “Not anything that would make your little girl uncomfortable. Just some basic blood work and observations on the two of you. And her father as well, of course.”

“You can’t have done much research,” Sennett snapped, “April’s father is dead. He died before she was born.”

“That is unfortunate, very unfortunate,” the doctor said, dropping the smile from her face. “Terrible, little girl growing up without the nurturing aspect of her father. Must be hard, being a single mom.”

“Yeah, it’s terrible, I’m a fighter, all that,” Sennett snapped.

“Anyway, of course we wouldn’t ask you to come just out of charity,” the doctor said. “My company is prepared to offer you a substantial amount of money for your time.”

“I don’t really need money,” Sennett said, “I have a good job and my house is paid for.”

“Of course, of course,” the doctor said. “I didn’t mean to suggest anything otherwise. And really, this shouldn’t be about money. It should be about the benefit to all of humankind. The knowledge we might gain April is incredible. Are you the only woman who can carry a child from another race? What is it about you and her father that worked to produce a child when so many other couples have failed. I’m sure you can see how valuable she can be.”

“I understand my daughter’s value, yes,” Sennett said. “I’m sorry, I’m not interested. I value my privacy highly.”

“I don’t think I’m making myself clear,” Dr. Oswald said. “We wouldn’t be doing anything troubling or invasive to your daughter. As I said, it’s just-,”

“Just some blood work and observation, I understand,” Sennett said. “You’ve made yourself quite clear, Doctor. Please, don’t take this as a personal rejection. It’s just that I hate the thought of my child becoming a lab experiment. Sorry you made the trip for nothing, Station 6 is a long way away.”

Before the doctor could respond Sennett turned, took April by the hand, and started towards the transit.

“Mommy, what did that lady want?” April asked, adjusting her backpack. “Did she see a crime happen?”

“No, Baby,” Sennett said, “she wanted to run tests on you.”

“Why?” April asked.

“You know why,” Sennett said, giving her hand a squeeze. “In the whole universe, you’re the first person to ever have a mom and dad who were from different planets. The doctors want to find out how you happened.”

“So that other people can have kids, even if they’re from different planets?” April asked.

“That’s right,” Sennett said.

“Like Mr. Godfrey and his wife?” April asked.

The transit train arrived, and they boarded. Sennett waited until they’d found a seat before she said, “Yeah, like Godfrey and Ki.”

“But they really want to have a baby. Can’t we do the tests, and so maybe it will help them?”

“It’s not that simple,” Sennett said.

“But why not?” April asked.

Sennett sighed. “Don’t worry about it, Honey, okay? That’s grownup stuff.”

April looked confused but didn’t push the issue further.

Bailey was waiting for them when they walked through the door, sitting politely with his tail wagging. He was an artificial intelligence terrier, with a silver body and the unnerving habit of behaving like a dog of flesh.

“Go put your shoes away and get started on your homework,” Sennett said, “I’ve got to get this installed and start dinner.”

“Okay, Mommy,” April said, but it was an empty promise. She was kneeling on the floor, stroking the dog. He opened his mouth and dropped a green rubber ball on the carpet for her.

“Bailey, no,” Sennett said, “not until her homework’s done.”

The dog scooped the ball back up right away. April groaned, but headed for her room.

Liam was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through screens of text. He glanced up when Sennett entered the room.

The former gun runner was a tall, thin man with muscles that Sennett hadn’t been able to see under his oversized coat when he’d first arrived at her doorstep. His hair was nearly shaved. He closed his screens when he saw her. “What was that?” she asked.

“Letter from some friends,” Liam replied, “Did you get my message?”

“I got it,” she said, opening the side of the simulator to shove the cell in. “What did you do today?”

“Read some, ran the vacuum,” he said, giving a theatrical sigh.

“Yes, I am aware that you’re bored,” Sennett said, sitting down at the table. “And for the next few weeks, we’ll be bored here together. I have to take a vacation.”

“A vacation? That don’t sound like you,” Liam said.

“It’s not,” Sennett said, “Commissioner Schultz thinks I need some time away.”

“That ain’t a bad idea,” Liam replied, “Some time away from the station, in general, might be good for both of you.”

“I can’t leave, the school year hasn’t ended yet,” she said. “I don’t want this situation to effect April too much.”

“You don’t want the fact that a terrorist group is going to be hunting April as soon as they know she exists to affect her?” Liam asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sennett was walking, arm in arm with Lo. He was smiling at her, his pink crystal-like hair catching the lights above them. She noticed that he had a little gravy on his cheek. She laughed, licking her thumb to wash it off with.

“Stop that,” he laughed, “I can get it.”

“Sorry,” Sennett laughed, “It’s what my mom used to do if there was something on my face.”

He pulled a napkin from his pocket and wiped his face. “You are going to be a great mom,” he said.

Sennett heard the click, and she realized what was happening. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t ever real.

Even so, she saw Lo’s smile fade into a look of surprise. He fell against her, bringing them both to the ground.

Hot blood covered her as she tried to see the wound. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real.

Sennett sat up in bed. The feel of hot blood on her skin was replaced by the sweat that had soaked through her nightclothes. Tears were streaming down her face.

She got out of bed, stripping her clothes off and throwing them in the bin in disgust. It had been over five years. Was she going to dream about the night Lo died for the rest of her life? She pulled on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, then stumbled out into the living room.

Liam was asleep on the couch. The lights were off, but the wall screen was on. Mason, Sennett’s little brother, was sitting in one of two armchairs. With pale skin, a soft build and dark hair, it was clear to anyone that they weren’t siblings by birth.

“Thought Liam was staying up tonight,” Sennett said, taking the other armchair.

“He was, but I couldn’t sleep,” Mason replied, “Kept hearing things outside. It’s just some stray cat, but, well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sennett said. “Someone came to April’s school today. A doctor. She offered me a lot of money to let her company run tests on April.”

“What kind of tests?” Mason asked.

“Blood work and observation on Station 6. She said it’s to help couples like Godfrey and Ki have kids.”

“But you said no?” Mason asked.

“Of course I did,” Sennett said, “Those kinds of tests get shared, which means April’s name would get shared. So far only Station 86 knows about April. It’s safer that way.”

She tapped her earpiece so that she could hear the show without waking Liam. They’d both still be there when the exterior lights came on for the day.

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Sennett, Godfrey and the rest of Station 86 are trying to put their society back in order after the Core attack. Then a mysterious ship from a dying station arrives, bringing artificially intelligent robotic, murderous dogs.

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Hey, everyone. I’m not going to go on very long today. Frankly, I don’t have the time to be long winded this morning anyway.

I just wanted to remind you that today is the last day to get Seeming for free.

Here ‘s your link

Every year I post a gift list for writers and readers. So every year, it becomes harder not to repeat myself more than I already do. I really had trouble when I sat down this year, trying to think of something that hasn’t already been suggested. I didn’t just want to post a list of links to things that you can buy that happen to be super popular right now.

Basically, what I’m saying is that this post is going to ramble a little. I have some direct suggestions, a little bit of advice, and some links. None of these is affiliate, I’m not making any money if you click on these.

To start off, here are links to my 2015 and 2016 lists.

One thing I try to do every year is suggest gifts that you can give people that don’t cost any money, only time. Normally I suggest things that other people can do for writers. But, as many of you are writers yourself, I thought I’d give you a list of things you can do for your family.

• Plan a whole day off, as often as you can, to be a parent, partner, friend. This is one that I try to do at least once a month. Most days, I feel like I’m focusing on my to-do list, and not my kids and spouse. I decided to change that in 2017. I planned coffee shop trips and date nights with the kids and my darling husband, to make sure that I’m getting one on one time with all of them. But we also plan fun days. These are whole days I don’t do any writing or chores. We both just focus on the kids and each other.
• Remember your supportive family. The people in your life who help you out with your writing. Maybe they take the kids off your hands so you can write. Maybe they pick up extra chores to give you more time. Maybe they just listen to your endless writing rants. Whatever it is, give them some extra love back. Pick up some chores for them, or watch their kids.

And if you do want to spend money on someone, I have three suggestions for you.

• A subscription to a subscription box that will make your loved one’s life easier. Snack subscriptions are awesome, but get creative! There’s a subscription box that sends hair ties and bobby pins every month! Because those suckers are sentient and they do run back to the manufacturer to be resold and we all know it.
• Donate to Puerto Rico relief or their favorite charity of choice.
• Finally, I can’t suggest enough the YBY 2018. Literally, I already have the digital version and have read it like three times. Oh, and this year Lisa made one for nonbusiness type people! Which I think was brilliant. Because not everyone is a crazy person who’s trying to start their own business. Some people are just living their lives. This will help them live their lives better.

Oh, and here are some gifts that I have for you!

Seeming, Station 86 Book One, is totally free this weekend, for Black Friday and Cyber Monday! Click here to get a totally free e-copy for yourself or as a gift. (You don’t have to tell anyone it was free.)

You Can’t Trust The AI will be on sale from November 28^th to the 30^th. It’s only 99 cents. You can have both of the books, spend only a dollar, and be totally ready for Virus when it starts on the 29^th. Don’t forget both Seeming and You Can’t Trust The AI have extra episodes that were never on PBW.

I hope this quick gift list helps you out this holiday season. And please post below, telling us the best gift anyone has ever given you below.

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. Personally, I’m spending the day enjoying leftovers and writing out my Christmas cards.

Something that you should be doing today is downloading Seeming for free! Because to celebrate the premiere of Virus next week, Seeming is going to be free until Monday. Don’t forget, it has an extra episode that was never published on PBW.

Station 86 is shocked when a Khloe assassin begins killing members of the all-powerful council. Officer Sennett Montgomery and Councilman Godfrey Anders swear to find the assassin after Godfrey’s wife is falsely accused. But the killer and the council itself are not what they seem. Neither, as it turns out, is Sennett’s daughter.

Here’s a link

Get the book for yourself, or as a gift for someone. Happy holidays.