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Here we go again.

Well, I've done it:  joined the Holmestice Fic Exchange again.  (Takes a deep breath) I think I can. I think I can.


ACDHolmesfest fic

Yay!  ACDHolmesfest fic is done and submitted!  And almost 6 hours before the deadline! Go, me!

Now I get to gnaw my nails and decide whether I can do it again for Holmestice.  I see lots of signups already and it's only been open a day or two. 

ACD Holmesfest fic

WooHoo! I got my ACD_Holmesfest prompt the other day and for once, I thought "hey, I can do this" which is unusual, because normally I spend at least a few days wallowing in a Slough of Despond about how I'll never be able to produce anything.

This morning, I kept darting for a pad of paper between barn chores and scribbling madly and by noon I had a fic. It had an opening, and dialogue, and a storyline, and a conclusion and everything.

So I put it away and we'll see how much I hate it in the morning.

I'm baack

Well, I went AWOL for most of the month of July.  I do apologise for not following through on the JWP exchange - looks like it was a really good one, too. 

I lost one of the horses in late June - Ariel, a mare that I bred and raised.  She colicked with a twisted gut and there was nothing we could do.  except send her to surgery, but since I didn't have a spare $20,000 (among other things) that wasn't  an option.  I was able to carry on for a few days, but then it just hit me like a ton of bricks and I spent most of July in a quivering mess.  I'm mostly OK now, but it's still a wrench when I see her empty stall. 


I wanted to spread the word that the[personal profile] acd_holmesfest  is about to start on DW.  Signups are open RIGHT NOW through August 13th.  I'm looking forward to a great round of classic Holmes fic.  Please consider joining in.  The 'fest has been on hiatus for the last year or so and this is our first edition on DW, but it's always been great fun with lots of wonderful fic and art, so c'mon over!

Whew!  I thought I'd lost this post.  DW does take some getting used to, but all is well. 

JWP Prompt #5 Note to Self

Title: NB
Author: tripleransom
Rating: G
Verse: Ritchie
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Note 1: July 5th 2017 prompt: Note to Self

JWP#4 Intrigue

Title:  Intrigue
Rating: G
Verse: ACD
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Warning: (None)
Word Count: 830
Note 1: July 4th 2017 prompt::  To the Makeup Table! Focus on Holmes and/or Watson in disguise – for
a case, or for any other reason. See end for more notes.

Holmes was absent when I returned to Baker Street late that evening from my club.  In his place,  I found a note neatly placed on my desk, and addressed to me in his distinctive handwriting:

My dear Watson,

I know your hunting-kit is still upstairs in the box room.  Can I trouble you to wear it tomorrow morning?  You will find a cab waiting at the curb at 8am.  The driver knows your destination; the lady who awaits you there will tell you all you need to know.   We have an appointment on Rotten Row tomorrow.  

-- SH

"Infuriating man," I muttered  as I trudged upstairs to unearth the requested clothing.  Although like any Army officer, I could ride a horse and even, I fancied, cut a respectable figure in the hunting-field if required, I had no great love of the sport.  Holmes, I knew, rode like a centaur - a legacy, no doubt, of that country boyhood about which he never spoke.  Although I was fairly certain everything would still fit, making sure I was presentable to appear in Hyde Park by early morning was likely to require considerable effort on the part of both Mrs Hudson and myself.

Mrs Hudson did sigh and roll her eyes heavenward when I presented my request for help, along with my sorely creased and wrinkled clothing, which smelled strongly of mothballs.  She sent Brigit scurrying off to iron my shirt and stock tie, while Billy pounced my hat, and I applied myself diligently to my top boots. 

All was in readiness by morning as I descended the stairs feeling faintly foolish, togged out as I was in my riding kit in the heart of London. 

"Oh, Dr Watson," Brigit said, "you look ever so nice, just like a proper toff." 

"Indeed you do, Doctor," Mrs Hudson agreed as she brushed an imaginary speck of dust off my shoulder.   Thus reassured, I clapped my now shiny top hat on my head, and descended the steps, to find the promised cab awaiting me.

We clattered off South in the direction of Hyde Park, but instead of continuing to the park entrance, we veered off towards Mayfair and pulled up in front of an imposing town house.  "'Ere you go, guv, d'livered to the door." said the cabman with a flourish of his whip. 

 As I uncertainly ascended the steps, the door was whisked open as if by magic and I was ushered in by a liveried footman.  A butler appeared from nowhere and took my hat and gloves, murmuring "There is coffee on the sideboard in the dining room, sir" as he opened the door for me. 

Since there was still no sign of Holmes, I had just helped myself to coffee when the door opened behind me and a tall, dark haired woman came in.  She was wearing one of the new, modern safety habits which had just been introduced, I saw.  In place of the conventional flowing skirts, she was wearing a so-called "apron" skirt, which - daringly - exposed her neat navy breeches and boots to the knee, wrapping in some intricate manner I could not discern, which I presumed could open up to look like a conventional skirt when mounted. 

Her coat fitted her slender, shapely figure perfectly and the frothy lace of her cravat accented her dark hair and the flashing grey eyes behind her neat veil.  A gleaming top hat was perched on top of her raven curls.  I nearly dropped my cup at the sight of those eyes.  "Great Heavens, Holmes," I exclaimed, "I suppose I should have expected you would do something like this." 

"Shhh," he said, darting forward to kiss me on both cheeks in the French fashion. "For today, I am Madamoiselle Simone Delacourt,  a great friend of Lord and Lady D'Aubigny, whose house this is and you are my escort - let me see - shall we give you a title?"  At my horrified look, he continued smoothly "…or perhaps not.  You always have the unmistakable bearing of a military man.  You shall be Captain Ponsonby, I think, late of Her Majesty's Indian Army.  Yes, that should do nicely  Now, come along mon cher Jean, we mustn't be late," he continued. 

He paused for a moment in front of the pier glass to adjust his top hat to a more fetching angle and took my arm.    I found myself propelled down the steps whilst Holmes - Simone - chattered away in French.  Outside, I found not the horses I had expected, but a neat open laundau with a matched pair of bays driven by a postillion.

"But you cannot expect us to ride through London," Holmes said to me sotto voce.  "How terribly déclassé.  The horses have been brought 'round to the Row, while James will drive us there."

Automatically, I handed him - her- into the landau and we were off.


A/N:  There will be more to this one,
- whether for the JWP round or later.  I promise. 



yay! My Holmistice fic is done and sent off to the mods! Hooray! This is my first time at Holmistice (gulp) I hope the recipient likes it.

For some reason, the first email try came back. The address on my second try looked exactly the same to me, but it appears to have gone through. Another of those unexplained mysteries of the internet, I guess.

Not only that - this one is crossposted from DW, so yay for that, too. (God I feel like such a techie!)

Happy birthday Ronald Howard!!

Ronald Howard starred as Sherlock Holmes in the much under-rated 1954 TV series alongside his Watson, H. Marion Crawford. If you haven't seen it, despite the plots which range from clunky to downright awful, it's worth a watch. The two of them are delightful together and Archie Campbell makes a believable (if somewhat unfamiliar appearing) Lestrade.

The fencing scene in The Case of the Royal Murder is simply not to be missed. I suspect they knew by then that the series was not going to be renewed and really went for broke.

Happy birthday Ronald Howard. You are not forgotten.

Terrorist attack in London.

We just got the news that someone in an SUV ran down a bunch of people on Westminister Bridge an hour or so ago, then tried to get into Parliament. Dozens injured and several dead.

My heart goes out to the British people. i hope all my London friends are safe.

This and that

Unfortunately, the warm weather did not last. We had some of the coldest temps of the winter following them, then about 6" of SNOW. That was the most we had all winter. However if that was the baddest thing winter could throw at us, I'll take it.
It's still pretty cold, but the daffs are up, the horses are shedding, and I saw a very optimistic Robin yesterday working the lawn.

Radar, the little kitten brought to me from Pennsylvania, is growing up. He's in the middle of another big growth spurt. I'm amazed at how big he's gotten. He's still just as cute though, and he still loves his 'Uncle Tiger' chew toy.



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