Sep. 27th, 2009

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If you haven't previously read any of my fanfiction -- the stories are mostly 'slice-of-life', in which I focus on the friendship between Jim and Blair. Other aspects such as 'the sentinel and guide thing', action, angst, or h/c are sprinkled lightly throughout, if they are present at all; expect considerable conversation with a few cuss-words. Most of these stories are gen, and suitable for the average 10-year-old. The few slash stories are clearly marked.

For many people, LiveJournal and/or Dreamwidth are comfortable formats in which we can experiment with different "looks" and practice basic HTML-coding. We have control over our own pages, without needing to depend on another person -- who may already be stressed for time -- to format and upload our fanfiction and keep a website running. I first saw [livejournal.com profile] orion2303 institute a separate, fic-dedicated journal, and followed her example; since then, many authors have done the same in LJ and DW. At the time, it was a chance for authors to develop their own "webpage", to play with and control the look of their stories. Since then, sites such as Archive of Our Own and Artifact Storage Room 3 allow authors to upload their own stories, and edit, adjust, or amend them as necessary. But I still like the comfort of my own page here on Dreamwidth.

Author's notes -- a chance to indulge myself talking about how that particular story came to be written -- will be linked at the end of each story; people who aren't interested can avoid them. Feedback is not necessary, but it is treasured, either in comments under the story, or in separate email.

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In February 2003, Elizabeth posted to the SentinelAngst list -- How about a story with a teenage Jimmy Ellison riding in a steeplechase race with Naomi involved with the owner of the stable where Jimmy's horse is kept -- a young Blair could be hanging around the horses and meets . . . well you can see where this might go. The idea caught my fancy immediately, and the muse even tossed me a hook -- "Fortunately, the moon was almost full. Unfortunately, the broken layer of clouds dimmed the light at crucial moments." At the time, however, I didn't feel I had the skill to do justice to the story. So I saved it carefully in my plot-bunny folder, where it waited patiently until I needed to start a new story one August. The application of a little math tells me this took six months to write, though only 30 actual days of writing effort (I kept track). This story now replaced "Moving Forward" as my longest at that time, with another 1,585 words -- but it took nine fewer months to write. Yay!

It was a wild ride. Like several of my recent (at that time) stories, this one grew considerably longer than I expected. And the wolf expanded from the walk-on part I envisioned for her, to a minor recurring character. The muse seems to delight in toying with me, but I can't complain; I'm pretty darn satisfied with the way this turned out. <g>

For those who are wondering, I based Blair's interactions with Rosie on the John Lyons' method of training, and every bit of it is realistic. My own horse will stand, or move in any direction with just the use of body language and the 'kiss' cue; I'll tell you about it someday. My horse won't reach for the bit as Rosie did, but John Lyons observed his very young daughters persuading their horse to do this, after he had told them that they couldn't ride until they could get the horse ready and mount it themselves; the girls used the climb-on-fence and leap-over-space technique that Blair used.

My heartfelt thanks to [livejournal.com profile] cindyrama, [livejournal.com profile] castalie, and [livejournal.com profile] jessriley for their input and assistance in bringing this story to light, and especially to [livejournal.com profile] caarianna who gave me the push I needed to bring the story from their sad parting to the new beginning.

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Jim's Recipe


I'm a lazy cook, and an un-adventurous eater. I once severely modified a recipe to this version --
          1 cup orange juice *
          1/2 cup brown sugar *
          1 small package dried apricots
          3 - 5 pork chops

* It's been a long time since I cooked this, and the memory is dim. Don't worry about adding more orange juice or less brown sugar if you think it necessary, or more palatable.

Slice apricots in halves or quarters, and simmer them in the orange juice mixed with brown sugar for 20 - 30 minutes. Meanwhile, trim the fat off the pork chops, and brown/sear the chops in a skillet. (I used bacon grease; olive oil would be healthier.)

Place pork chops in a baking pan, and pour orange juice / brown sugar / apricot mixture around them; cover with a lid or foil. Place in oven; bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes, or until tender.

These were the juiciest, tenderest, most flavorful pork chops I have ever eaten. Yummy!



But, if you're interested, here's the recipe that I modified (or 'shredded') --

          3.5 pounds lean pork butt, boned
          2 tablespoons salad oil
          1 package (8 oz.) mixed dried fruit
          1 cup chicken broth
          1/2 cup apple juice
          3 tablespoons lemon juice
          1 tablespoon honey
          2 tablespoons soy sauce
          1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
          1/4 teaspoon each ground ginger and pepper
          1 tablespoon cornstarch blended with 1 tablespoon water

Trim and discard excess fat from pork; cut meat into 1-inch cubes. Add oil to a broiler pan; set in oven while it preheats to 450 degrees. Then add meat and bake, uncovered, stirring occasionally for about 25 minutes or until meat is browned. Stir in fruit.

Combine broth, apple juice, lemon juice, honey, soy, garlic powder, ginger, and pepper; pour over meat. Reduce temperature to 350 degrees. Bake, covered, for 40 minutes or until meat is tender when pierced.

                              Source: Sunset Casserole Cook Book

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Sometime in August '06, [livejournal.com profile] fanthropology's Friday fun-time challenge was to describe your favorite character or show in haiku. Now, it was midnight when I read that post, I was supposed to be in bed, but up pops my muse. (She frequently shows up when my eyelids are drooping; I think tiredness is almost as good as drugs for seeing visions.)

Of course, over-achiever that I am, one verse wasn't sufficient. I needed one for each main character, one for the whole group, and one to wrap everything up. <g> What can I say? Gotta listen to the muse when she speaks.

Not beta'd, but I edited a couple of verses slightly from the original effort. The muse may speak emphatically when it's that late at night, but her critical judgment isn't the best; maybe she's tired, too.

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Written for SentinelSecrets, to the prompt, "He couldn't even begin to understand what he'd done to deserve this." As our moderator said, "Oh my, the images, connotations..." And I so agree. I had visions of pitched gun-battles, or Jim embroiled in a major entanglement of Blair's devising, and eventually one or the other of them would utter those fateful words. But nothing 'clicked'; I don't write action. I even had an idea for a hot-n-heavy slash story! Maybe I'll work on it someday, but the idea of writing my first slash story to a deadline was a definite nuh-uh.

Finally, with barely two weeks to deadline, I caught a flash of Simon staring across the desk at Jim and Blair, wondering what on earth he'd done to have to deal with this. My muse liked that idea, and we were off and running. My first Simon-centric fic, and I did have fun with it. Simon has more facets than some fans give him credit for; I really enjoyed writing grumpy-captain-with-a-soft-center. The man tries to cover it up with his bark, but it's obvious he cares for both of Jim and Blair. As captain, he could have been hard-nosed, kicked Blair out, told Jim to sink or swim... but he didn't. That proves it, in my book.

I've been amazed, ever since the first of these challenges, at the variety of stories that come from the same prompt; it's so interesting to see the different directions that each author follows. It occurs to me that you might also be interested to see the amazing range that our Sentinel authors produce. So, I invite you to visit --

The Best Medicine by Fluterbev (gen)

Inheritance by Tommyboybbi (gen)

If At First... by Maaaaa (gen)

Revelations by Snycock (slash PG-13)

Balance by Spikedluv (slash NC-17)

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Although my muse has been erratic lately, I volunteered for Secret Santa; story ideas seem to come more easily when I'm under time pressure. My prompt was, "Blair being awesome and/or Outsider POV" and, sure enough, the idea for a story hit me right away. But first, I needed a bit of help from fandom; I asked, Do you think Steven Ellison knows about his big brother's senses?. (There are some interesting answers with good points there; have a look.) With those excellent points in mind, I had a scenario all planned, but then the story didn't go as intended. (We've all said it: musae are contrary that way.) Blair's awesomeness became more low-key than I envisioned, and the Outsider POV between Steven and William was not as 'opposite' as I wanted. But my recipient liked it anyway, so that was good.

That said, this story fought me every step of the way; some sections wanted to be written in present tense, and 'says' instead of 'said' kept sneaking in without my notice. Several scenes were rewritten twice over. Every time I thought William was thawing toward Blair, he'd get suspicious all over again. I finally decided the character probably knew better than I did, so I let him have his say, and the writing was (somewhat) easier after that.

With this struggle, I turned in the story 18 days late. Thanks to Ainm, who gave the extension and didn't bang on my figurative door daily until I finished. If she was worried, she hid it well. ((hugs to Ainm.)) And huge thanks to Alyjude, who read the first ragged half, and gave me some good pointers to make the characterization better and the story smoother.

Thanks also to the members of TS_Talk and Sentinel Angst list, who gave their input on the Steven question. Even though I ended up not using those ideas, I realized all over again that writing fanfic is a very cooperative endeavor – not only between author and betas, but between author and fandom as a whole. Without that pool of information, ideas, and enthusiasm to provide the impetus, most of my stories would wither unfinished on my hard drive. I'm grateful to everyone who's ever commented about any TV show, because all of those become sparks for the imagination, and prime the pump of the author's or artist's pen / word processor / ink / photoshop / whatever. Thank you all.

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Challenge stories can be a boon or a curse. They can knock a writer up against the wall when she can't find inspiration to develop a storyline, but they can also force that same writer to step away from her comfort zone and experiment a little. In this case, very little -- this story ended up being my usual slice-of-life, friendship fic. But it almost didn't get written; Halloween doesn't "grab" me as a holiday. Mention "Halloween" and most people think of vampires, ghosts, and other deliciously spooky tales that spring from the dark corners of mankind's collective consciousness. Truth be told, I think of those things, too -- but I don't like them; although I tried to think of a storyline involving demons, werewolves, or other dark denizens of the night, my muse remained completely uninterested.

Then one day, I actually paid attention to the pumpkins that the first-graders were decorating and displaying at school. It occurred to me that Blair might have fun with something like that (TS is always ready to sneak into my awareness, no matter what I'm doing) and the muse was dancing with excitement. Just in the nick of time, too; I wrote frantically over three afternoons, and managed to submit it just a few hours before deadline.

So there it is -- the perfect potential for a meaty, angsty, scary story is once again turned into a simple "day in the life" between friends. <g> Forget the jewel-encrusted gold; my muse's magic wand is apparently made out of ordinary knotty pine -- nothing fancy, but earthy and useful. Where are my slippers?

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I had recently made a business trip with friends who used a GPS, but kept arguing with 'Garmina'; the friends wanted to use the less-traveled roads, and Garmina kept trying to send us to the Interstate. When the call went out that one of our fandom could use some emotional support (stories, manips, vids), this seemed tailor-made to craft a light-hearted story.

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First posted January 3, 2006. This story is based on a plot-bunny that came directly from my obsession with The Sentinel. In May of 2004 (as best I can pinpoint it), I made the following post to the Senad mailing list --

I'm still finding this "fan" thing freaky. No other fandom, for me, has been a tenth as strong as this one. It seems strange to me that I find so many ordinary bits of daily life leading to thoughts of The Sentinel. This just boggles my mind -- even sappy love songs (or angst songs) on the radio make me think of TS; it seems to pop up in my brain regardless of the circumstances. If I'm fixing fence -- "This would be a lot easier with Jim around." If I'm picking up trash along the road edges of my property -- "Blair could sure give a scathing diatribe about people's propensity to litter." And so on, and so on.

But this morning really blew my mind. I listen to the "oldies" radio station on my 20-minute drive to and from work each day. They started playing ABBA's "Dancing Queen." As I listened to

          "She is the dancing queen,
          Young and sweet, only seventeen..."

I flashed on a vision of Blair Sandburg -- younger than we know him now, hair loose and curly around his shoulders, dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a loose, gauzy white shirt with billowing sleeves and a deep V-neck that shows off his chest hair. He's in a -- night club, or something similar. Anyway, he's having a high old time, enjoying the music and atmosphere and movement, dancing with anyone who asks -- man or woman, he doesn't care, he just wants to dance.


I mean, it has to be obsession, right? How else could I listen to ABBA's song "Dancing Queen" and have an image of a young, dancing Blair (male, very male) spring to mind?

Anyway, the plot-bunny bided its time for about eight months, but then became very insistent, demanding to be written. I hope you enjoyed the result.

I'm very grateful to my advisors who offered suggestions that improved this story considerably -- Arianna, Jess, Caro Dee, and Alyjude. Thank you ladies; your ideas really helped.

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More dues for Sentinel Angst. It's almost traditional in fanfic circles -- if something in real life irritates the author, it will become the basis for a fic -- and I absolutely loathe most television commercials. I'm also practicing to be a crotchety old lady, and find that I'm less willing to suffer fools gracefully... and there's nothing so foolish as 99% of what's on TV. But what I consider an irritation, maybe Blair would find fascinating. Or maybe not. This was my take.
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Writing this story was... spooky. I was driving home one Saturday afternoon in April, admiring the new green leaves on the trees, and I idly wondered what Jim would see of the same scene. (I swear, TS has taken over my entire mind.) All of a sudden, I heard his voice speak the first line, and the story was demanding to be written.

I sat down as soon as I got in the door and started typing. I had to force myself up long enough to feed the horses and the cats. I thought about my own supper a couple of times, but ignored it to keep typing. It was a very strange sensation -- I swear I heard Jim's voice telling me what to say; I simply chose what aspects to actually put down on paper. And as I wrote... picture me sitting there, lump in my throat and tears trickling down my cheeks, sniffling like a child, while another part of my mind clinically considered the most effective words to use to convey Jim's message. And a third part of my mind noticed how freaky all this was.

So, I finished the entire story in one marathon seven-hour typing session. (I stayed up way past my bedtime; thank goodness I didn't have school the next day.) At that time, I didn't have a beta, but I read it through stringently to fix errors and smooth out any rough bits; I was suspicious of the outpouring, and didn't expect the quality to be any good. But I figured it was "okay" so, ignoring good writing practice -- wait a few days for the story to "cool" before posting -- I uploaded to the SentinelAngst list immediately; the story wouldn't let me sleep until I did.

I didn't realize, when I posted, that I was starting something. Blair's letter to Jim was already speaking to me as I wrote this one, although it took some time to finish it. But I thought that would be the end; just a connected pair of simple little stories. Little did I know...
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Early in 2006, [livejournal.com profile] alyburns conceived the splendiferous idea of TS fandom celebrating the tenth anniversary of the first showing of the pilot episode of The Sentinel -- IE, March 20, 2006. She suggested that anyone who cared to, could write a story / create a songvid / create some new artwork in honor of that anniversary, and it would all be hosted on a permanent website. Shortly after that, we had a new [livejournal.com profile] sentinelsecrets challenge, and the same theme was selected. I liked the idea from the first go, and I really wanted to write a true 'anniversary' story. But the ideas wouldn't come. I toyed with the idea of Jim and Blair celebrating Blair's 'x'th anniversary of being a cop, but that's just not something that a couple of buddy-guys would do, in my opinion. For Jim and Blair to celebrate an anniversary, I think it would have to be slash, and I'm writing in that area is not one of my strengths. One day the idea of Joel having an anniversary popped into my head, and it seemed to fit. He's always seemed somewhat older than the other characters to me, and could well have been married long enough to have a 'big one' approaching. And that nicely included the rest of the Major Crime gang as they planned the festivities, so I was all set. After that, the story sort of flowed; when Blair gets involved in something, he just doesn't quit. *g*

My thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jessriley for help with Megan's contribution to the poker night pot-luck. I originally conceived of something that would be 'typically' Australian, would taste good, but would look kind of icky. Couldn't find anything on the net, so I emailed Jess for suggestions. While I waited for her answer (time differences often have one of us asleep while the other is awake), it occurred to me that, in trying to make Megan's offering something that the others would ridicule, I was falling into unthinking fanon. Why does everything about Megan have to 'not quite fit'? So I emailed Jess and asked her opinion about that idea. As I continued to write and wait till Jess woke up, I decided that my second instinct was better; Megan should bring something tasty, that everyone would enjoy, and she could shine at. So, I researched some goodies, and emailed Jess a third time, asking which selection would be most 'Australian'. By the time Jess was able to get back to me, I had argued the situation with myself, made the decision, and solved the problem, except for the exact dessert, which she supplied. *g*

I found it interesting how just writing to another person can clarify one's thoughts and help you work through a problem. And that -- for anyone who thinks writers know what they're doing before they go into a story -- is a demonstration of how it can twist and evolve from the initial idea.

My heartfelt thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] caarianna for looking over this story after it was finished, giving me some suggestions to improve it, and assuring me that it wasn't too sappy. *g* It was also she who unwittingly gave me the idea of the present for Joel and Salima, because she was on a Mexican Riviera cruise as I wrote. Ripples from pebbles tossed in the stream of life -- I would never have thought of it without that example before me.

Now, for those who want to read the other stories and see the artwork, songvid links, etc, you can find it all at [I'll look it up> Lasgalen. There's some great stuff showcased there; enjoy.

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I've been fretting about needed dues for the past month; my muse was not cooperating. Every idea I had was met with, "No, you've already done that." One day last week, with absolutely no instigating moment, the title popped into my head, and the bare bones of the story. What a relief -- but then the muse insisted on a drabble format. *shakes head ruefully* Can't argue with the muse. So here it is -- 6 drabbles + 1 double-drabble. I hope you like it.

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This companion story to "Letter to Blair" (not exactly a sequel) was written after I'd been exposed to various discussions on several mailing lists -- how could the guys get around the diss problem, what would happen to a 'fraud' at the PD, etc. All of that went into the stew that helped produce this letter. Specifically, I borrowed (with some modifications) ideas from Pam H, Geli, [livejournal.com profile] patk, [livejournal.com profile] alyburns, and [livejournal.com profile] caarianna. My thanks to them, and all others who gave me encouragement for my last effort.

This was the first of my fics to be beta'd by someone other than myself -- Arianna! Her advice was invaluable, and following her suggestions made this a much better story. She also supplied one of the key lines that defines Blair's thinking. I could have written this story without her input, but not nearly so well. Regardless, any mistakes belong to me.

I struggled with this letter, just as Blair did; it might never have seen the light of day without Arianna's encouragement. It also surprised me by being much longer, when I had expected it to be about the same as the first.

I took a very loose description of the ranch from the website of the Double E Ranch in southwest New Mexico, although I made up a different name for the owner. It looks like the ideal horse-lover's vacation.
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This was my longest story to date, which surprised the heck out of me. It was conceived as a two-page epilogue to "Letter to Jim" -- basically the final scene of this story would have been the final 'cut to later' scene of that story. But Arianna told me, "Oh, no, the idea is too important for that; you have to give it its own story."

Even so, I conceived it as 15 or 20 pages, tops. But as I was writing the part where Blair reads Jim's letter, he got angry. I had not planned that at all; Blair would read the letter, think, "I can finally go home," and email or call Jim, who would be anxious to come pick him up. (The hug on the porch was non-negotiable; I envisioned it from the middle of "Letter to Jim".) But the ideas were flowing, fingers were typing, and I wasn't aware of the direction the story was taking until I saw the words on the screen. I almost deleted it, but then decided to let Blair have his say, and see how it played out. It worked well but, because Blair had to deal with his anger, the story grew, and grew, and grew... I think the sheer size started to scare me; I bogged down in the middle and didn't add anything to it for weeks (sometimes months) at a time. Elapsed time of writing was 15 months, although actual time in front of the keyboard was probably closer to 4 months. On the other hand, those 15 months gave me exposure to new ideas. It was an international effort; I absorbed ideas from TS fans around the world, via mailing lists and Live Journal, and used some of them in the construction of this story.

I had more direct help, too. Arianna (Canadian), Jess Riley (Australian) and AndeinCascade (American) provided moral support, helpful suggestions and beta eyes. Jess also provided Megan Connor's Aussie idioms, and Fluterbev (British) gave a rundown of the types of foods that would be served in a traditional Irish pub. My thanks to each for her input, but I didn't always follow the advice, so any remaining errors are mine.
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Once again my dues requirement snuck up on me; I had no story and was wracking my brains for an idea. One of the teachers in my school broke her foot, and needed to use a wheelchair for a couple of weeks before she was allowed to use a walking boot. 'Hmm,' said my muse, 'how about Blair with a broken leg?' The idea was attractive for a minute, but then I reconsidered -- (Sorry, Jess!) -- Blair's always the one who's been whumped; I've done it a few times myself. Okay, maybe a story about how Blair would react if someone else had a broken leg... but not Jim; that's also been done countless times. When I pondered whose broken leg might have the most effect, it was obvious; I've seen how our school office falls apart when the regular secretary is out.

I found the story of the Christmas spider as I was searching for 'unusual customs' to give the thief something strange to do. It's a cute story and, as much as I enjoy taking pictures of spiders, I just couldn't resist. As Blair said, there are several versions of the story. The three that I referenced are -- The Legend of the Christmas Spider   and   The Spider's Gift   and   Spiders and their webs are not showed the door on Ukrainian Christmas.



If these stories disappear from the web, I've copied/pasted them in this post.

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I signed up for the 2007 Secret Santa with some reluctance -- (Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] ainm!) -- all the requests were for slash, and my writing has been 98.5% gen. I thought I could write a low-key established relationship, but specified that I thought I wouldn't be able to manage a 'first time' story -- moving into a new relationship is such a delicate balancing act. Fortunately, Ainm was able to pair me up with [livejournal.com profile] tommyboybbi, who would accept slash or gen, but preferred slash; I wanted to meet her preferences, but relaxed at the indication that explicit scenes wouldn't be necessary.

But as I contemplated the request -- to see Blair discover his worth to Jim -- and pictured Jim leaving the notes for Blair to find, it occurred to me that, if they were in an established relationship, Blair would have already 'discovered his worth' to Jim. Just like that, the muse jumped up and insisted on a 'first time' story, and I was along for the ride. It wasn't as difficult as I feared it might be; in my opinion, there is very little difference between gen and slash in the emotional connection of Jim and Blair; one is just more -- 'physical' -- than the other. <g> But still, it was easier to write the gen version first, section by section, then evaluate each section for indications of a deeper, 'slashy' vibe that I could enhance with a few sentences or paragraphs.

My thanks to Arianna, who pushed me into expanding scenes that I had cut short out of sheer laziness; you wouldn't have the snowball fight without her input, folks! Thanks also to Roslyn, who helped me remove the 'hidden' slashy innuendoes left in the gen version; as I said earlier, the line is so fine, especially between 'friendship' and 'pre-slash'. The story was improved considerably by the input of these kind ladies; still, any mistakes are mine.

If you're interested, I looked up the 'meaning' of various gemstones. The five brown/gold stones around Blair's pendant were --
        TIGEREYE - signifies protection, clear thinking, insight
        AMBER - signifies luck, creativity & cheerfulness, promotes good luck and success
        PETRIFIED WOOD - signifies intuition, power, protection, connection to earth
        AVENTURINE - signifies luck, increases vitality, develops inner strength, signifies enthusiasm
        AMETRINE - signifies luck, readiness for action, intuition, leads to inner peace and tranquility and to psychic awareness

And, for the eyes --
        TURQUOISE - signifies strength, protection from harm, psychic sensitivity, connection to the spirit world, foresight, readiness for action, luck, intuition

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For once, I thought I'd be prepared for my Sentinel-Angst dues; I put a reminder note on my calendar a full month ahead.

I can't remember how/why the idea of Blair reacting to Incacha's death came to me, but it seemed it would be a simple little story -- a couple of dream-sequences, a little discussion with Jim, and off they'd go. I figured 10,000 words... 12,000 max.

One of these days, maybe I'll learn. The muse rode me hard during this one, digging in her spurs; I wrote several 8-hour days on the weekends, many evenings after school (usually very difficult for me), and I let everything else slide. I now have to catch up on school record-keeping, housework, laundry...

My thanks to Arianna and Jess for beta, and my friend Cindy for cheer-leading. Arianna in particular inspired a large part of the shaman-group scene. All three have suggested that I have a potential series here, and have urged me to continue the adventures of Jim and Blair on the road. Unfortunately, my muse seems completely uninterested. However, I extend an open invitation -- if anyone wants to riff off this story to tell an 'on the road' story, feel free. Just let me see it, so I can squeal and enjoy it.

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This story makes use of my one and only original poem (except for a couple written under duress as school English assignments); I'm not a poet. Thirty years ago, I was out late -- like, 2:00 AM -- with friends. When I got home, I smelled like cigarette smoke, and simply couldn't go to bed without a shower, regardless of how tired I was.

As I stood in the shower, almost falling asleep on my feet, amazing words started flowing into my mind. I swear, it felt like some other entity was force-feeding them into my brain; it was the weirdest sensation. I finished rinsing, dried myself quickly, then wrapped the towel around me and sat on the closed toilet lid, scribbling the words onto a notepad.

In the morning, when I looked it over, there were very few edits needed; I changed the direct 'you' to a more generic 'he', and swapped the position of two of the verses. But that was IT; what you see above is what came to me full-blown. I really don't quite regard it as 'mine', but I don't know who or what gave it to me, so I'll have to take the credit.

Then, some years ago, on one of my occasional re-readings, I realized that it sounded like Blair, wistfully remembering his previous wandering life. (Let's not get into whether that idea is canon or fanon, okay?) The idea for this story was born, and it waited quietly until I got around to writing it. It makes me shiver a bit -- a poem written more than thirty years ago, relevant to a beloved character that I "met" less than ten years ago. Creativity is truly an amazing thing, isn't it? I'm grateful to be the recipient, wherever it came from.
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This was my very first fanfiction story. Desperate to find someone with whom I could discuss the stories and show I loved, I had joined SentinelAngst list, which required bi-monthly dues. I quailed; I had never written a story (other than school English assignments), and felt no urge to write fanfiction. I thought I'd have to unsub from the list when I needed to submit my first dues.

But one day I had the PBS morning aerobics program on while I got ready for school. (Right; it does me a lot of good to watch it while I'm brushing my teeth and combing my hair, doesn't it? *g*) My mom -- never having tried it -- considers aerobics 'easy' and 'useless'; it's not 'real exercise'. I remembered that, then considered that Jim's impression would probably be the same... and this story was born.

I found it surprisingly easy to write; it just flowed out, and I finished in three sessions. It was unbeta'd; I knew what a beta was, but was too shy to ask. Besides, I'm arrogant enough to trust my own language and punctuation skills. I did re-read it three or four times with a judgmental eagle-eye, and the 'plot' -- such as it is -- is straightforward enough that inconsistencies or holes (my weak point, even now) seemed unlikely.

Re-reading it now, I'm still pretty proud of it; I did a damn fine job, especially for a first effort. I didn't realize then that I was already setting the pattern of my stories -- forty-four stories later, I'm still celebrating 'the friendship thing'; that's what I see whenever I read / watch The Sentinel.

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As usual, I needed some dues for Sentinel Angst. Lacking inspiration, I went searching for an idea. For some reason, Sentinel Thursday Challenge # 7 -- 'School' -- caught my imagination, and this is what came out. (Let's just ignore the fact that the challenge was over a year old; inspiration is where you find it. Oddly enough, the challenge the week after I posted this was 'Stakeout'. Spooky. <g>)

Hmm... trying to see if I need to acknowledge Jess's or Arianna's help with this story. Going back through my email, Ari was giving me a lot of input for "Moving Forward" (I was getting close to the end), and we were discussing her writing of "Holocaust" for "Thin Blue Line" virtual movies, later renamed Shaman's Journey. Additionally, she was on vacation, and had limited access to a computer and email; we concentrated on the 'important' stuff. ;-) So, this was self-beta'd; no one to blame but myself. <g>

FYI - Blair's story about only understanding the physics that he had already been exposed to via reading science fiction was true for me; it's the only reason I passed that class. I vividly remember when a discussion of building practices on the moon (Heinlein, I think, though I'm not sure which book) led to a "eureka" moment, and I clearly understood that mass = weight only on our earth. What a revelation. That, and a few other insights allowed me to get a C in a miserable class by a miserable teacher; otherwise, I'm sure I'd have gotten an F. That led to a truth that I've ascribed to ever since -- knowledge is never wasted. I know trivial bits and pieces about so many subjects, just because it attracted my attention at the time. But, someday, one of those bits and pieces may be useful, so it's all good. (Sheesh! I must be tired; look at me getting all philosophical! <g>)

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My second story, again written for Sentinel Angst dues, and I was still surprised to be able to write anything. But I had ulterior motives with this one -- I had just finished passing around my Word Tips booklet to the teachers at my school. It was received with such enthusiasm that I thought I'd offer it to my online friends, and conceived this story. My Tips Booklet wasn't deliberately planned as Blair's was; it started as a mere three pages, and kept growing over about four years, through six revisions. The current version, though it needs updating (changes after Word 2003 aren't included), is still useful for those who struggle with Word.

As you've guessed from that admission, Blair's 'cheat-sheet' is mine. The booklet is packed with 'how-to' tips for making Word easier to use -- handy hints on keyboard shortcuts, formatting your page, use of tables, downloading, saving, and manipulating information from the Internet (ie fanfiction) and bunches of other stuff. There is even a section on simple HTML coding. It does not contain any information on spreadsheets, database, Power Point, or graphs -- I have never learned how to use them. It is also specific to Microsoft Word; if you use MS Works, or whatever is on a Macintosh, this is not what you need.

If you would like a copy -- no charge -- and if your computer will accept attachments, e-mail me at starwatcher -at- dreamwidth.org to request it. I will e-mail the attachments back to you. It's a large file -- 50 + pages, almost 500 KB. If you think your server or e-mail program will 'burp', let me know and I'll break it into two e-mails. Also, let me know if you need the format for European-style "A-4" paper; it's a different file that will print out to those dimensions. If your computer will not accept attachments, ask a family member or friend to e-mail me, and you can get a printout from them. Unless you are the local 'Word guru', you will find new and useful information in here, so feel free to ask. You have permission to share with (make copies for) family, friends, and co-workers, but I retain any future publishing rights.

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In the Live Journal community, we often play with 'memes' -- "ideas that spread like a virus". In June of 2005, some of us were answering a 'Personality Questionnaire'. [livejournal.com profile] sallymn had the wonderful idea to answer the meme in the persona of some of her favorite characters, one of whom was Blair Sandburg. I found it totally Blair, and quite delightful, and hoped that 'someone' would do Jim Ellison... and then my muse started tugging at my sleeve. It was scarily easy to fill out; maybe I was a tough, macho dude in a former life. <g>

It's not much of a 'story', but I was writing Jim Ellison, and I wanted to put it on my fiction list. But a lot of the fun comes from the contrast with Blair's answers; my part wouldn't have the same impact without Sally's before it. My deepest gratitude to her, for allowing me to add her efforts to my page.

The original posts are --

Sally / Blair -- http://sallymn.livejournal.com/33564.html

StarWatcher / Jim -- http://starwatcher307.livejournal.com/53218.html

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Story number three was, once again, written for Sentinel Angst dues, and beta'd only by myself. I'd been reading a list-discussion of the behavior and care of plot-bunnies, very amusing and tongue-in-cheek. <g> As I was heading out to feed the horses, I idly wondered what color a plot-bunny would be; this story was soon clamoring to be written. But, short as it is, this story surprised me all to pieces. I conceived it as going in a very different direction -- a light farce, with Blair making pets of the critters -- but the story took over and insisted on going its own way. This was my first experience with the story deciding how it would be written, and it was a trifle unnerving. Certainly we've heard many authors say, "The muse insisted," or, "The story wouldn't let me." I had thought those were just figures of speech, until it happened to me. Five years later, it's still a little unsettling when it happens, but I'm learning to relax and ride the waves.

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[livejournal.com profile] sentinel_thurs had a "First Line Challenge" that I really wanted to answer, because I had asked for it. But, out of two dozen opening sentences that were up for grabs, none of them spoke to me. Then, the son of an LJ friend wanted fics from his mom's friends-list for his birthday, and inspiration hit. The names have been changed, but the general outlines of Blair's "friend" and her "son" are real.

I'm not a coffee drinker, and know nothing about the flavors; I did about an hour of research which ended up in only one line. (Yemen mocha with hint of chocolate.) The young man liked the story, but... he doesn't drink coffee either. Hee! So, one non-coffee-drinker wrote a coffee-flavored story for another non-coffee-drinker. There's a lesson in there somewhere.

No beta, because it's so short; any faults are mine.

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This story was a real challenge for me. We were instructed to 'get Jim and Blair out of Cascade -- and, no, camping in the mountains around Cascade doesn't count'. Whoa! Most of my stories barely make it out of the loft, let alone the city! The prompt screamed "Case story!" to me, but I hadn't yet managed to write one; I was getting a bit panicky as the deadline approached. It was such a relief when the idea hit.

I tried to do research into exactly how such a rescue operation would be conducted. Unfortunately, I found only hints; those who have participated and written about it pass over the 'how-to' information; I guess they figure it's common knowledge. So, I took those hints and did some guessing and extrapolating; I have no idea whether or not my story matches reality.

Although it took time for an idea to hit my feeble brain, the story developed fairly easily and quickly - just three writing sessions, I think. Both Jess and Arianna were still deeply involved in writing their own stories for the Sentinel Virtual Movies (later renamed "Shaman's Journey"), so this is another story that was self-beta'd. (For a story this short, that's not a huge problem. But I feel more secure if someone else has looked it over before I post it.)

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When I was in sixth grade, my teacher alternated two types of literature / writing exercises every Friday. During one exercise, he'd put three titles on the board -- something very open-ended like "Garbage Day" or "Green Cheese". Students would choose a title they liked, and then we had a week to write a story around that title.

The other exercise was to put a poem on the board. We'd copy it into our workbooks, then had to memorize it by the next Friday -- when we'd have to prove we'd done so by reciting it when called upon. I have a mental quirk that makes rhythm and rhyme extremely easy for me to memorize (works for song lyrics, too), but I've long since forgotten the poems he gave us -- all except for "The Way Through the Woods". He only gave us the first verse, but something about the image just clicked for me; I remembered it for the next six years.

Then in college, when I was going through a book of Kipling's collected poetry, I discovered that my all-time favorite poem had a second verse. And, WOW! What an image it presented! I promptly typed it up and memorized it. I'd recite it occasionally for friends, but mostly it just sat in the storehouse of my mind.

A couple of years ago when the poem crossed my mind (as it occasionally does), I realized that, if Jim could see Molly, he could see Kipling's rider where there is no road through the woods. (Sometimes it seems that everything I do or think eventually ties into The Sentinel.) Then the plot bunny waved his ears at me -- Jim and Blair camping, Jim hears the ghost rider, then... I never know what 'then' is until I start writing.

I think I was working on "Moving Forward" at the time, so this one got put on the back burner. With Sentinel Angst dues coming up, it seemed a good time to tackle the idea and see what would happen. Once again, a story grew far beyond my expectations, but Jim and Blair were just having too much fun to force the pace. *g*

My thanks to Arianna and Jess Riley for the beta. They both contributed ideas that enriched the story, and showed weak spots that needed to be reinforced; I'm so grateful to have their input.


Specific story points for those who care --

Provided for the non-horsey folk, since every interest has its own jargon that outsiders may not recognize:   In horses, 'chestnut' is a shade of bright reddish brown, with same-colored mane and tail, and sometimes white 'socks' on lower legs. 'Bay' is also reddish-brown, ranging from bright to much darker, with black mane and tail, and black lower legs, which can be marked with white 'socks'.

I discovered that catnip or bay leaves can enhance visions or psychic abilities from this site. I wanted Blair to use something to help him move to the spirit plane, but it had to be likely to be found in a small town, which ruled out the more esoteric herbs. I had no idea that bay leaves could be used for other than cooking, or catnip to entice our furry friends. The Internet is a fantabulous tool.

I chose the name 'Featherstone' from some distant memory; to me, it just sounds intrinsically British. Jess Riley did the research that proved it's a real name with a long history, with a family crest and coat of arms. Googling shows several variations of each, and even in spelling the name; I guess the family history goes back so far that there's been plenty of time for it to develop offshoots.

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This story was another Sentinel Secrets challenge. The prompt was -- This time around we get to hear comments from the MC peanut gallery. What do they think of Jim and Blair? Is there something going on between them? Is someone not happy with the pairing? What has Blair done to impress them?

Right away I knew what I wanted to write, but I was caught up in school IEP meetings and trying to pack some stuff to move my house; I didn't have time to start writing until a week before deadline, and I turned it in with just hours to spare.

Things took even longer because I had to trash my beginning and start over; the OC wasn't happy with my plans for her. So "understanding sweetness" turned into "irritated snark" and, I think, led to a better story.

I originally had planned Ms. Byrd to be of Irish extraction, but I couldn't find Irish Gaelic words for the terms I wanted. I simply used an online translator dictionary, and found words for one concept but not the other in both Irish Gaelic and Welsh Gaelic (or was it Scots? It's been a while.) Only in the Manx Gaelic dictionary was I able to find a term for both concepts. I have no idea if those words are even accurate; take them with a grain of salt. A friend was excited that another culture had words for 'sentinel' and 'companion'; that must mean that beliefs in sentinels were once part of tribal traditions. Uh, no. Let's not forget that The Sentinel was a TV show, and that English also has words for 'sentinel' and 'companion' without believing in individuals with five heightened senses. (Except for those of us who know the truth, of course...)

As always, I find it very interesting how the same prompt can lead to such different stories. There were only three other than mine, this time, but each is a lot of fun. If you haven't seen them, here are the links --

Speculation, by Tommyboybbi

In the Eye of the Beholder, by Earth2Skye

Holy Grail, by Snycock

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Gerri very graciously bid on my writing talents for Moonridge 2007. Her prompt was, "I enjoy stories about the early days of Jim and Blair meeting and working together when it is still all new and they are just getting to know each other's working world and the friendship is developing. I also enjoy stories that deal with Blair's time at the University."

I confess, I was stumped for a while; the ideas that floated through my brain seemed uninteresting, not likely to develop well. BUT... some time earlier, my friend Cindy had asked me to write a story she'd dreamed, wherein she and I were young college students taking one of Blair's classes, who accidentally stumbled across a crime that Jim and Blair were investigating. I'd been pushing her to try writing it herself, but she couldn't get it off the ground -- and the story idea was certainly more ambitious than most of us are up to tackling for a first writing effort. It occurred to me that the idea fit very well with the prompt, and I asked if she'd let me adjust it to match better, and write it for Gerri. She agreed, and we were off and running.

It was very much a joint effort, with Cindy contributing many of the details -- including about 95% of the final scene -- in brainstorming sessions between me and her; this was my first real case story, and I needed all the help I could get. Then I built the structure around our agreed-on ideas. It grew in fits and starts, interrupted to write a Christmas story, and later a small list-dues story because this wasn't going to be finished in time. But finally it was ready for beta, and Arianna pointed out the rough spots and help me put on the final polish. However, I tweaked a bit more after she saw it; any mistakes are mine.

It was quite an experience; from prompt to ideas to co-development to polish, I don't think I could have done this alone. But I had a great time with it; my heartfelt thanks to each of my co-conspirators.
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When [livejournal.com profile] ainm sent me the writing prompt for the Secret Santa story, I read it and saved it in my "To Be Written" folder while I worked on another story. When I finished that, I didn't check the prompt because I "remembered" that my recipient wanted Jim and Blair to do a project together. I wracked my brain to think of a suitable storyline, and finally discovered one. When I opened the folder to start writing, I found my actual -- different -- prompt. Okay. So, I melded both prompts together, and this story matched two requests. But the one I "remembered" just happened to be mine! Sometimes my brain has only a minimal connection with the real world.

My thanks to Jess Riley, whose clear beta helps me fill in the thin spots. Thanks also to my friend Cindy and Jess Riley for helping me to deal realistically with the efforts of childbirth. (My information is all theoretical, since I have no children.)

Special thanks to Roslyn for her patient help as she explained the difficulties of living with chemical intolerance, and the unknown dangers in the products we take for granted.

Despite the efforts of these ladies, any holes left in the narrative are solely my responsibility.

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This was another story for [livejournal.com profile] sentinelsecrets; the prompt was "Celebration of life. A party. Why would they have a party? Blair finally defends his dissertation? It's someone's B'day? It's a holiday? Anniversary?"

Sounds like it's right up my alley, doesn't it? But that's the problem. I've written a number of 'celebratory' stories -- four Christmas stories, a wedding story, an anniversary story, a 'best captain' presentation for Simon, and even a Halloween story. What was left?

I have no idea where the garden idea came from, because I don't have, and have never had, a garden. I like the idea of gardening -- being outside, watching those plants grow -- but I know I lack the stick-to-itivity needed. Besides, as a single person, if I was successful, I couldn't eat it all, and I'm not about to tie myself to a hot stove to can and/or preserve the surplus. Not only that, I actively dislike most vegetables -- you couldn't pay me enough to make me eat a tomato. But my brother had a garden one year -- I remember him shaving Ivory soap to put in a hose-end spray bottle to make a natural insect repellent -- and I have several gardening-tip books hanging around. (Purchased on the theory that I'd have a garden 'one of these days'.) But, so far, I have never planted or tended a garden in my life. Strange are the ways of the muse. I've also never participated in a harvest festival, but that seems a lot more participant-friendly.

For those who are interested, all of the recipes named were found by Googling on the 'net -- except for 'Cindy's killer zucchini dish'. My friend described a dish she'd eaten at a cookout, and claims it was the most delicious zucchini she's ever eaten. If you're so inclined, have fun experimenting with it.

My thanks to Arianna, Jess Riley, and Castalie for giving their opinions and support to the story, as well as several helpful beta suggestions. Any remaining mistakes are my own. And special thanks to LKY, who allowed me to reference her beloved Uncle Buck in my story. Blair's explanation of how Uncle Buck used the garden as discipline was paraphrased from LKY's similar explanation in Water Rights, the first story in the series.

As always, the prompt produced very different types of stories from the different authors. If you'd like to compare, check out:

The Bet, (gen), by Tommyboybbi

Treasure Box, (slash), by Snycock

Revisionist History, (gen) by Maaaaa

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This story has a tangled background. I wrote it for Sentinel Angst dues. I don't remember where the idea came from; I think there was a list discussion about all the times the boys go camping in stories, and end up hurt. At some point, I thought it would be a hoot to set up a scenario where we expect something to happen, and there is injury -- but not to them. *g* But it was only my fourth story, and was perhaps too ambitious for my level of writing skills. Even after posting, I was insecure about its quality, and begged a beta from a private list. The beta comments from several people were somewhat... strenuous, and I didn't quite know how to fix things. So, I decided to fix it 'later', hid my head in the sand, and let it sit on my hard drive for the next three years.

I later resurrected it, and re-evaluated the beta comments. Some were still valid, but others, now that I had a broader understanding of TS, seemed to be because the commenter had 'issues' with one man or the other. (Like, why was Jim barking commands? At the time, I thought maybe he should be nicer. Now I can say with confidence that Jim does that when he feels he has to take charge and, given his background, he often feels that he has to take charge. *g*)

The horsey bits were a little trickier; my knowledge is not extensive beyond the day-to-day general stuff. But now that I have a friends list, I was able to ask several other people for guidance. My thanks to Gina, Cindershadow, Debra C, and Sallye who gave me the benefit of their knowledge, and even asked horse-loving mates for fuller answers; their comments helped make the horse interaction more natural. However, I've still taken liberties with reality for the sake of the story; the fault is not theirs, but mine. My thanks also to Arianna and Cindershadow for the general beta; their input improved the rest of the story.

So now you have it -- the one story I've written so far that almost qualifies as an "action" story. *g* It took me three years to get this right; I don't think I'll be writing a case story anytime soon.

If you're wondering, the "rubber bootie things" are real. They're called Easyboots, and many riders use them to protect their horse's feet, whether or not the animal is wearing standard shoes. The owner can allow the horse the freedom of going barefoot when he's at home, but prevent foot injury while out riding. At the time of The Sentinel Series, they were fairly new; non-horsey people wouldn't have heard of them. They weren't around during Jim's childhood or teen years; he wouldn't have encountered them when he 'used to ride'.
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I was telling my friend [livejournal.com profile] castalie that I had cleaned out the passenger side of my car. I have a bad habit of tossing my newspapers and magazines in the footwell, to be picked up 'later'. As I told Castalie, the bottom of the pile was over a YEAR old! She said, "It actually made me think of Jim and Blair. Dunno why. Or, no, I know why, must be the idea of anal!Jim chiding Blair for never putting things away when he's supposed to and stuff like that." My muse perked up her ears and said, "Ooh! There's a story in there!" It seemed to fit the 200th-'challenge' anniversary at [livejournal.com profile] sentinel_thurs. I used Google to locate some 'big event' that happened about 200 years ago, and the story grew from there. A little tweaking ensured that the word-count was exactly 200, which was the goal of the exercise.

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There was a challenge going around the Live Journal community -- write a drabble (exactly 100 words) about your icon. I have no idea if this is an AU -- cowboy!Jim and cowboy!Blair -- or if they're on vacation. You decide.

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The SentinelAngst list was speculating on which TV heroes might be 'undiagnosed' Sentinels... or at least have a few heightened senses. Shortly thereafter, one of the keepers of our story archive noted that we had no stories beginning with 'X'. She issued a semi-joking challenge to write such a story, and my warped imagination came up with this little ditty. Several of the ideas that Blair expresses are not original with me, but were tossed around by various listsibs, so that I don't know just who to credit.

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Secret Santa of 2006 didn't have enough authors to post a story each day. Our moderator suggested a themed "drabble day" every third day. As the first approached, she posted that she had only one effort; could anyone else participate. Well, I thought, how hard can it be to knock out 100 words about a wreath? I should know better. A little research, a lot of talking on Blair's part, one and a half hours later (past my bedtime, of course), I produced this little ditty. I do appreciate my muse, but I wish she wouldn't keep such late hours.

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This little story started life as an Obsenad on the Senad mailing list at the end of October, 2003. I no longer know what the OT post was about -- probably something to do with lost e-mail. <g> When I received notice one weekend that my SentinelAngst dues were late (again!), I had nothing ready, limited time to write (I had 20 testing reports to finish before I left for Moonridge), and not an idea in my head. Well, that's not true -- I had ten notes in my 'ideas' folder, but each would be a fairly extensive story. (By my standards, anyway -- over 12 pages, probably.) But, ah-ha! Here was this little Obsenad waiting to be rescued; I used the first 300 words of the original story (out of 465), and let my imagination take it from there. I had no idea it would stretch so for; when Jim and Blair get into that verbal sparring, they just won't quit! <g> Fun, isn't it?

For the record, all those strange drinks Blair listed are real. I don't know if there would be distributors close to Cascade, but they are on the Internet. And for non-USA readers, "Snapple" is a line of flavored bottled teas; the company claims that it uses all natural ingredients with no artificial flavors. (Sounds like it would be right up Blair's alley; I guess he was just being stubborn. Or maybe he didn't want to admit that Jim had a good idea.) It comes in over 30 different flavors, including Lemon Tea, Peach Tea, Kiwi Strawberry, Raspberry Tea, Mango Madness, Cranberry Raspberry, Lime Green Tea, Orange Carrot, Raspberry Tea, and Snapricot Orange. My thanks to [profile] cindyrama for the Snapple idea; I don't drink it, and wouldn't even have thought of it.

This was the ninth story I started; as I look at the lineup, it's interesting that 7, 9, 10, and 11 are exceedingly short, and three of them began life as "payment" for off-topic posts. I was working on "Letter to Jim" and then "Moving Forward" for such a long time; I used these little short-shorts to keep my dues current. Even when I started 12, I intended it to be just three or four pages as well, but the story insisted on a full treatment. I've said it before -- writing is fun, but it's hard to squeeze the time out of all my other activities. I think I need to start on the next story each time I finish one; maybe then it'll actually be ready when dues time rolls around.

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I got an email from the Sentinel Angst dues mistress, politely reminding me that I was overdue to submit a story. Eek! I was still working on my Moonridge story, which wouldn't be finished for at least a month. I wrote back, saying I'd try to come up with something quickly.

Come on, muse -- give me something. It's Easter time; something Easterish? But Blair's Jewish. Something Springish? Spring... flowers, colored eggs, rants about colored chicks / ducklings as pets... Ducks! I remembered a news story from a few years back -- maybe you saw it -- about a duck that built her nest some distance from the pond. When she led her recently-hatched ducklings to water, the building's employees came out to form a protective line across traffic to allow them to get safely to the pond. I thought that was absolutely something Blair would do, and was soon typing away.

I went looking for a picture of mallard duckling so that I could add the description to the story. Two pictures I found were incredibly appropriate, and I couldn't resist adding them. The original links are -- Ducklings at curb   and   Duckling in water.

Information about the life cycle and habits of the mallard duck -- you think I know this stuff? -- came from this site (PDF) and this site.

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On the Senad mailing list, it's customary to "pay for" off-topic posts with an "obsenad" - a snippet with obligatory sentinel addult content. These snippets usually have Jim and Blair dealing with a problem similar to the posted observation. Since Senad is an "adult" list, it is expected that there will be some slash content, however mild.

Some years ago (November, 2003, according to the 'properties' listed on the document), I produced an Obsenad for a post or question that I no longer remember, although I can assume that it dealt with spam. <g> Then, since it was almost time for my dues on SentinelAngst, I rewrote the end to produce a gen version and posted it on that list. In those days I didn't have a beta, although I probably wouldn't have submitted it even if I did, because this is so short. I've been over it again, changed a few words and added a bit more description; I hope you enjoy.

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On the Senad mailing list, it's customary to "pay for" off-topic posts with an "obsenad" - a snippet with obligatory sentinel adult content. These snippets usually have Jim and Blair dealing with a problem similar to the posted observation. Since Senad is an "adult" list, it is expected that there will be some slash content, however mild.

Some years ago (November, 2003, according to the 'properties' listed on the document), I produced an Obsenad for a post or question that I no longer remember, although I can assume that it dealt with spam. <g> Although I rewrote the end to produce a gen version and posted it on SentinelAngst list, I don't want the slash version lost in list archives, so I incorporated some of the new additions and let this version stand as part of my fic lineup. In those days I didn't have a beta, although I probably wouldn't have submitted it even if I did, because this is so short. I've been over it again, changed a few words and added a bit more description; I hope you enjoy.

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In my Highlander Forum, one of the members had been searching for exotic-scented bath salts and soaps, and recommended Salts for the Soul. (This is a different link from the original; it looks like the same company, though.) I visited their page, and they claim to make their products with "essential oils and fragrances". ~Bing!~ Switchman, and poor Jim sticking his nose in every bottle in the shop. <g>

The bath salts and soaps are made to order, with a choice of 70+ fragrances and 20 colors. They also make bubble bath, bath and body oil, massage oil, lotion, bubble bath, and salt scrubs, and they sell the fragrances and colors by the bottle for people who want to make their own. As Blair said, the soaps are made with glycerine and Vitamin E oil, and the purchaser can select color, shape, and fragrance.

The lady who passed on this information says that she was very impressed with the product and service -- the soaps are a good size, shipping is prompt, and they take PayPal. If you're ever searching for a present and the recipient likes fancy/exotic soaps, oils, or whatever, you might want to check out this site.

I wanted to share this information with the Sentinel lists I was on, so I knocked out this little ditty as "payment" for making an off-topic post. Since absolutely nothing happens, it didn't take too long -- an hour or so -- and it was unbeta'd. I've gone over it again but, if you find something amiss, I'd appreciate you giving me a heads-up.

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March dues for Sentinel Angst were pending. I spent four years in Bermuda as a young teen -- Dad was Air Force -- and the information included in the story is true. My younger siblings made their own kites for flying on Good Friday every year. Those memories came back on a mild spring day, and this story reflects that. Unfortunately, the press of schoolwork didn't allow me the time to finish. With June dues approaching, I dusted it off and finished in a couple of days -- in between bouts of research. I had no idea that "Bermuda kites" were a recognized separate division, and that I'd find so many pictures on the web; I spent hours following links and reliving memories. For the curious -- yes, the sand on Bermuda beaches is that white, and the ocean that blue. And so this springtime story is posted as summer approaches and our weather forecast is for a week of 100-degree temperatures. (snickers at the irony)

If you're interested, here's a post that contains memories of Bermuda and the local kite-flying tradition at my Dreamwidth account.
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Originally written as dues for the SentinelAngst list. (Most of my earlier stories had that impetus behind them.) A few weeks earlier, I had seen the ornaments described in the story at our semi-annual Arts-and-Crafts fair, and this story was born. It started out as a snippet, but it grew.

Many towns have something similar to the "Wishing Tree" described in this story. Now that my nieces and nephews are past the age of toys, I've discovered great satisfaction in the idea of helping a needy child (or children) to have a happier Christmas. If you have a little spare cash this season, give some thought to adding this good deed to your own traditions. If you don't, may the good Lord smile on you, and may things get better for you in the coming year.

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This story drew from many sources. I had recently heard distant thunder (a rare occurrence around here) after an early-morning rain, and could just see Blair standing on the balcony, also listening. Then I read the "domesticity" and "post TSbyBS" challenges on Sentinel Thursday, and it all seemed to fit together. Combined with a need for SentinelAngst dues (again!), this story was born.

FYI -- the rainbow-bridging-the-road incident actually happened to me as a child, and my dad told me about the circular effect. As always, I marvel at how many bits and pieces and different experiences fit together as we write our fanfic; it really is amazing.

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In a thread on TS-Talk, we were discussing (among other things) Naomi's character inconsistencies, especially her easy acceptance of Blair's becoming a detective, when we all know her feelings about 'the pigs'. I pondered possible explanations, and this story was born.

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When a list-sib linked to that picture, I thought it was such a hoot; I just couldn't resist writing this snippet. The original explanation read:
What happens when you:
1) have nothing to do
2) own a sharp knife
3) have a large lime
4) own a patient cat
5) drink too much tequila
6) and it's football season?

One assumes the cat -- [a] was not hurt, and [b] is very patient, indeed. Another view can be seen on Flickr.

FYI -- the poodle incident is true; I was about 17, and felt so sorry for the critters. (Not that they were hurt at all, but still...) This short little effort wasn't beta'd; blame me for any mistakes, and be so kind as to point them out.

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I signed up for the SentinelSecrets challenge with considerable trepidation - I had never written to a prompt, and was afraid I wouldn't be able to generate an idea. The prompt was "Someone receives a letter that impacts their life in some way," and the target word-limit was 1,500. I stared at the prompt for a few moments - it sounds kind of ominous, doesn't it, and I don't do 'ominous' - and then this story just popped into my head. I had difficulty keeping it within range of the expected word-limit, which taught me that restrictions can serve to improve writing skills. Without the limit, I would have added a couple of more, probably extraneous, scenes. With the limit, I was forced to pare it down to its essentials, and I think the story is stronger because of that.

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Written in response to a challenge that was going around LiveJournal. Those who wanted to "play" would post the first line of several of their previously-posted stories; their friends were invited to select a line and write a drabble based on that line. One of [livejournal.com profile] castalie's lines jumped out at me, and Blair was unfolding his story.

For those who haven't tried it, a true 'drabble' -- exactly 100 words -- is very difficult to write; it takes a skilled author to tell a story and exhibit the emotional involvement in a mere 100 words. My first draft was something like 140 words, and there was nothing to cut, so I reworked it and made it a 'double drabble' -- exactly 200 words. Polished it, posted it, and sat back with a satisfied sigh.

An hour later, Jim was insisting on telling his side of the story. An hour after that (I was supposed to be in bed, daggone it, but he wouldn't leave me alone) I had a matching double-drabble.

The next morning, I realized that the pair told a complete story. Feedback from the Cascade Times list led me to change one word for the better (Thank you; I forget your name, but I remember your comment), and Arianna supplied a more appropriate title. It's amazing how often these stories come together because of a group effort, and I'm grateful to anyone who's ever helped.

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Background Information for
THE SENTINEL




I write my stories without a lot of background information, assuming a strong fan-based knowledge in my readers. I throw around character names in the expectation that the readers know who they are. For those who don't have that knowledge, here's a thumbnail sketch of the characters and settings.



"The Sentinel" is basically a buddy-cop show. Many of the references in my stories are (a) to the detectives of the Major Crime division of the Cascade Police Department, (b) to the loft that Jim Ellison owns, and (c) to Rainier University where Blair Sandburg is a grad student in Anthropology, and a Teaching Fellow. Blair rents Jim's spare room. They are comfortable as loft-mates and partners, but not necessarily compatible. (Think the odd couple -- Jim, neat and Blair, scattered.)

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Personnel of Major Crime are:

Captain Simon Banks -- Jim's immediate superior
Detective James Joseph Ellison -- 'our hero', a cop with five enhanced senses.
Blair Sandburg -- who joins the group to help Jim learn to use and control his enhanced senses.
Captain Joel Taggart -- formerly of the Bomb Squad, transferred to Major Crime.
Detective Henri (H) Brown -- partnered with Rafe.
Detective (no first name) Rafe -- partnered with Brown.
Inspector Megan Connor -- an exchange officer from Australia.
Rhonda (no last name) -- Secretary for Major Crime in general, and Captain Banks in particular.


Other Characters that might be mentioned are:

Naomi Sandburg -- Blair's mother.
Daryl Banks -- Simon's son, fourteen when we first meet him.
Incacha -- shaman of the Chopec tribe that Jim lived with in Peru.
Carolyn Plummer -- Jim's ex-wife, head of Forensics.
Serena Chang (or Baker) -- Head of Forensics after Carolyn.
Cassie Wells -- Interim head of Forensics for a few episodes.
Dan Wolfe -- chief (?) coroner, a Native American man.


This is enough information to read the stories. However if you want more detailed information, read on...



Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting James (Jim) Ellison is a detective in the Major Crime unit of the Cascade Police Department. He is big and buff, with short brown hair and pale blue eyes. He is ex-Army Ranger and ex-Covert Ops. During a mission gone wrong, he was the only survivor of his team, and spent eighteen months living with the native Chopec Indians in Peru. He has recently developed five heightened senses -- he can see, hear, smell, taste, and use his sense of touch much better than average. (Later, we learn that he had the senses as a child, but repressed them. He also seems to have used his senses in Peru, but repressed them again when he returned to 'civilization'.) Jim is, in the words of his friend Blair, 'a walking crime lab', also known as a 'sentinel'.

However, he has difficulty establishing and maintaining control of the senses -- the sensory input can 'spike', causing him discomfort or even overwhelming pain. At other times, he can focus so intensely on one sense that he becomes lost in a 'zoneout' and needs outside help to break out of it. Jim has not told anyone except Captain Banks about his (newly-awakened) enhanced senses. Jim seldom calls Blair by his given name; he uses either 'Sandburg' or a variety of nicknames -- 'Chief', 'Darwin', 'Junior', 'Buddy', 'Kid', etc, etc, etc.

This "odd couple" initially connected because Jim was seeking help for his senses. When he found Blair, they made a "deal". Blair would help Jim control his senses but, in return, Blair would write about Jim for his PhD thesis. Knowing that he was the subject of a dissertation rankled with Jim, and led to some hard feelings between them as the series progressed. Jim is adamant about keeping his senses a secret; he feels that they make him a "freak", an opinion which Blair disputes. However, the desire for secrecy led to Blair being "undercover" in the police department -- he was allowed to ride along with Jim because he was doing "research for a thesis about Police as a Closed Society" (or several other similarly-named ideas off the top of Blair's head).



Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Blair Sandburg is an anthropology grad student and teaching fellow at Rainier University. He is supremely intelligent, and has extensive knowledge about a multitude of subjects, which he is ready to share at the slightest hint that it might be applicable -- or even if it's not. He has made a study of sentinels; it is he who first identified Jim Ellison's 'condition', and now helps him maintain control over his senses and use them effectively, functioning as the sentinel's 'guide'. Blair splits his time between the university and the police station; he is, in effect, "undercover" in the police department. This allows him to ride along with Jim, functioning as his partner and backup, ensuring that Jim uses his senses effectively, and helping him to avoid 'zoning out'.

Although Blair is the closest thing to a 'sentinel expert' available, he is usually operating on confidence that Jim can do anything, and seat-of-the-pants guesswork. He frequently suggests ways for Jim to use his senses which Jim considers unrealistic but, somehow, it usually works. After the warehouse where he was living burned, Blair moved into Jim's spare room for 'just a week'; he remained there for the next four years, and counting.

Blair stands out -- he is the shortest person in Major Crime (including the women), with shoulder-length curly brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a pair of earrings in his left ear. He dresses in a cross between Salvation Army and Grunge and, at first glance, looks like an out-of-place hippie. He has a fandom reputation for non-violence, possibly based on his background (being raised by an ex-hippie mother) and an early statement he made that he wouldn't carry a gun. However, he will defend himself or his friends with any tool available, such as firehose, baseballs, walking stick or wrench; he seems to be anti-violence in principle, but recognizes that it is sometimes necessary in this bad old world. In later seasons, he did occasionally use a gun.

Perhaps because he stands out, he has a multitude nicknames, some specific to a particular person.

      Megan Connor generally calls him 'Sandy', and is the only one to do so.

      Henri Brown generally calls him 'Hairboy', and is the only one to do so.

      Joel and Rhonda generally call him 'Blair'.

      Simon Banks generally calls him 'Sandburg', frequently 'Kid', occasionally 'Blair'.

      Jim has a plethora of names for his partner. He is 'Sandburg' in daily conditions, 'Chief' in affectionate daily conditions, 'the kid' when talking about him to others, 'Blair' under intense stressed conditions. He also uses nicknames that change with the situation -- Darwin, Einstein, my little Guppy, Junior, Romeo, Rambo… whatever he thinks the situation calls for.



Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Captain Simon Banks is the head of Major Crime. He is a very large Black man who enjoys gourmet coffee, chews on cigars (no smoking in the office), and runs his department with a loud voice and firm hand, but understanding heart. He knows about Jim's sentinel senses and Blair's function as guide, but prefers to avoid dealing with it as much as possible. However, he uses Jim's abilities by sending him out on the particularly tough or difficult cases, and expects them to function with magical ease. He expresses irritation with Blair's presence in his unit, but actually recognizes Blair's usefulness to Jim, and to the department as a whole; because of his insight into the human psyche and customs, Blair's observations often lead to clues that help the detectives solve their cases.




Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Captain Joel Taggart, originally of the Bomb Squad, transferred to Major Crime after he lost his nerve for dealing with bombs. He is another very large (and somewhat overweight) Black man, but very gentle and soft-spoken. He has great respect for Blair and a soft spot in his heart for the younger man, and enjoys Blair's discourse on a variety of topics. Joel is one of the few people who commonly calls Blair by his first name.




Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Henri (H) Brown is another large Black man. He generally prefers loud floral shirts and often sports a shaved head. He is a jokester, enjoys teasing Blair, and considers himself a ladies' man. However, his lighthearted manner hides a sharp intellect. His nickname for Blair is 'Hairboy', and he uses it almost exclusively.




Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting (no first name) Rafe is often given the name 'Brian' in fanfiction. He is a tall but slender white man with a hint of an accent -- often assumed to be South African. He is a very sharp dresser and apparently a good detective, but we know very little about him; he was in only a handful of episodes.




Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Megan Connor is a tall Australian woman with long, curly, chestnut hair; she joined Major Crimes midway through third season. Megan comes across as slightly abrasive, probably because she is trying to find and keep a niche among a department full of male coworkers, and because she refuses to rein in her outspoken personality to conform to others' expectations. She is nosy about how Jim manages some of his observations, but accepts the initial explanation that he is psychic. (Later, she finds out the truth.) She dubbed Blair 'Sandy' as soon as she met him. She has a slightly (sometimes a little more than slightly) antagonistic relationship with Jim, but is very friendly to Blair -- perhaps because they are both 'outsiders'. She regards Blair as a true part of Major Crime, rather than 'just a tagalong'.




Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Rhonda (no last name) is the secretary of Major Crime. She is a tall, blonde woman. Like most secretaries, she is the backbone of the bullpen and very efficient, and keeps the information coming and going and up to date. She demonstrates a cool head in emergencies, but we don't get to see much of her.






Photobucket - Video and Image HostingNaomi Sandburg is Blair's mother. She is a tall, slender redhead, a flowerchild who never left the 60's and dresses in gauzy, flowing ankle-length dresses. She has an itinerant lifestyle; hints dropped by Blair suggest that she has traveled all over the world, following the latest guru and New Age idea -- sometimes with Blair in tow, sometimes leaving him with a succession of 'friends'. She has never married and either doesn't know who Blair's father is, or has never told him. Again, hints dropped by Blair suggest that she has had a succession of boyfriends for varying lengths of time. She loves Blair dearly, but is somewhat flighty and inclined to interfere in his life and everyone else's. (Mother knows best, after all.)






Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Carolyn Plummer is Jim's ex-wife; hints are that the marriage did not last long. She is strong-willed and seems dedicated to her job as "head of Technical Support". (More often, she seems to function as chief of forensics.) She and Jim have a mixed friendly / antagonistic relationship. Carolyn left midway through the first season, for unspecified reasons.






Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Serena Chang (or Baker) is a pleasant black woman. We don't know much about her; she seemed to function as chief of forensics after Carolyn, and before and after Cassie. She's dedicated to her job, but sometimes exasperated when she's expected to perform miracles.






Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Cassie Welles is an intense, redheaded woman, the "new chief of Forensics" for just a few episodes; she left as quickly as she appeared. She is extremely enthusiastic, and wants to do a detective's job as well as forensics. (She was prevented by her asthma.) Her over-the-top meddling is highly irritating to Jim; he is torn between pushing her out of the way, and protecting her as part of the team.






Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Daryl Banks is Simon's son; he lives with his mother, but Simon seems to have lenient visitation rights. Daryl is "an impossible fourteen" when we first meet him, and very angry at his parents' divorce, but he develops into a thoughtful, intelligent young man. He and Blair seem to have a special affinity, perhaps because Blair is so used to dealing with young people.






Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Incacha is the shaman of the Chopec tribe that Jim lived with in Peru, who also seems to be a competent warrior. Blair mentions, "the shaman who guided you", and it is assumed that Incacha helped Jim learn to use his senses in Peru. He is killed during the episode "Warriors", but later returns occasionally as a spirit guide when Jim is particularly conflicted. Before he died, Incacha gripped Blair's forearm with his bloody hand and passed on "the Way of the Shaman" to Blair. This action and statement has led to many fandom speculations and fictional treatments of Blair's shaman powers.






Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting Dan Wolfe is the chief (?) coroner. He is a large Native American man who wears his hair in a long ponytail; he seems even-tempered and good-humored. Jim (with a reluctant Blair) sometimes visits the morgue to find out what insights Dan might have about the victim.




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Pictures are courtesy of Rhianne's Hidden Muse (Categories / Sentinel / Screencaps) and StarFox's Mansion (Gallery / Screenshots). Both sites have hundreds of pictures; visit and enjoy.

If you'd like to familiarize yourself with storylines, Becky's Transcript Page has full transcripts of all 65 episodes of The Sentinel.

My heartfelt thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sallye for finding pictures of Henri, Rafe, and Serena when they remained hidden from me.


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Background Information for
THE SENTINEL



I write my stories without a lot of background information, assuming a strong fan-based knowledge in my readers. I throw around character names in the expectation that the readers know who they are. For those who don't have that knowledge, here's a thumbnail sketch of the characters and settings.



"The Sentinel" is basically a buddy-cop show. Many of the references in my stories are (a) to the detectives of the Major Crime division of the Cascade Police Department, (b) to the loft that Jim Ellison owns, and (c) to Rainier University where Blair Sandburg is a grad student in Anthropology, and a Teaching Fellow. Blair rents Jim's spare room. They are comfortable as loft-mates and partners, but not necessarily compatible. (Think the odd couple -- Jim, neat and Blair, scattered.)

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Personnel of Major Crime are:

Captain Simon Banks -- Jim's immediate superior
Detective James Joseph Ellison -- 'our hero', a cop with five enhanced senses.
Blair Sandburg -- who joins the group to help Jim learn to use and control his enhanced senses.
Captain Joel Taggart -- formerly of the Bomb Squad, transferred to Major Crime.
Detective Henri (H) Brown -- partnered with Rafe.
Detective (no first name) Rafe -- partnered with Brown.
Inspector Megan Connor -- an exchange officer from Australia.
Rhonda (no last name) -- Secretary for Major Crime in general, and Captain Banks in particular.


Other Characters that might be mentioned are:

Naomi Sandburg -- Blair's mother.
Daryl Banks -- Simon's son, fourteen when we first meet him.
Incacha -- shaman of the Chopec tribe that Jim lived with in Peru.
Carolyn Plummer -- Jim's ex-wife, head of Forensics.
Serena Chang (or Baker) -- Head of Forensics after Carolyn.
Cassie Wells -- Interim head of Forensics for a few episodes.
Dan Wolfe -- chief (?) coroner, a Native American man.


This is enough information to read the stories. However if you want more detailed information, read on...




James (Jim) Ellison is a detective in the Major Crime unit of the Cascade Police Department. He is big and buff, with short brown hair and pale blue eyes. He is ex-Army Ranger and ex-Covert Ops. During a mission gone wrong, he was the only survivor of his team, and spent eighteen months living with the native Chopec Indians in Peru. He has recently developed five heightened senses -- he can see, hear, smell, taste, and use his sense of touch much better than average. (Later, we learn that he had the senses as a child, but repressed them. He also seems to have used his senses in Peru, but repressed them again when he returned to 'civilization'.) Jim is, in the words of his friend Blair, 'a walking crime lab', also known as a 'sentinel'.

However, he has difficulty establishing and maintaining control of the senses -- the sensory input can 'spike', causing him discomfort or even overwhelming pain. At other times, he can focus so intensely on one sense that he becomes lost in a 'zoneout' and needs outside help to break out of it. Jim has not told anyone except Captain Banks about his (newly-awakened) enhanced senses. Jim seldom calls Blair by his given name; he uses either 'Sandburg' or a variety of nicknames -- 'Chief', 'Darwin', 'Junior', 'Buddy', 'Kid', etc, etc, etc.

This "odd couple" initially connected because Jim was seeking help for his senses. When he found Blair, they made a "deal". Blair would help Jim control his senses but, in return, Blair would write about Jim for his PhD thesis. Knowing that he was the subject of a dissertation rankled with Jim, and led to some hard feelings between them as the series progressed. Jim is adamant about keeping his senses a secret; he feels that they make him a "freak", an opinion which Blair disputes. However, the desire for secrecy led to Blair being "undercover" in the police department -- he was allowed to ride along with Jim because he was doing "research for a thesis about Police as a Closed Society" (or several other similarly-named ideas off the top of Blair's head).



Blair Sandburg is an anthropology grad student and teaching fellow at Rainier University. He is supremely intelligent, and has extensive knowledge about a multitude of subjects, which he is ready to share at the slightest hint that it might be applicable -- or even if it's not. He has made a study of sentinels; it is he who first identified Jim Ellison's 'condition', and now helps him maintain control over his senses and use them effectively, functioning as the sentinel's 'guide'. Blair splits his time between the university and the police station; his cover story is that he is writing his dissertation on Police as a Closed Society. This allows him to ride along with Jim, functioning as his partner and backup, ensuring that Jim uses his senses effectively, and helping him to avoid 'zoning out'. Although Blair is the closest thing to a 'sentinel expert' available, he is usually operating on confidence that Jim can do anything, and seat-of-the-pants guesswork. He frequently suggests ways for Jim to use his senses which Jim considers unrealistic but, somehow, it usually works. After the warehouse where he was living burned, Blair moved into Jim's spare room for 'just a week'; he remained there for the next four years, and counting.

Blair stands out -- he is the shortest person in Major Crime (including the women), with shoulder-length curly brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a pair of earrings in his left ear. He dresses in a cross between Salvation Army and Grunge and, at first glance, looks like an out-of-place hippie. He has a fandom reputation for non-violence, possibly based on his background (being raised by an ex-hippie mother) and an early statement he made that he wouldn't carry a gun. However, he will defend himself or his friends with any tool available, such as firehose, baseballs, walking stick or wrench; he seems to be anti-violence in principle, but recognizes that it is sometimes necessary in this bad old world. In later seasons, he did occasionally use a gun.

Perhaps because he stands out, he has a multitude nicknames, some specific to a particular person.

      Megan Connor generally calls him 'Sandy', and is the only one to do so.

      Henri Brown generally calls him 'Hairboy', and is the only one to do so.

      Joel and Rhonda generally call him 'Blair'.

      Simon Banks generally calls him 'Sandburg', frequently 'Kid', occasionally 'Blair'.

      Jim has a plethora of names for his partner. He is 'Sandburg' in daily conditions, 'Chief' in affectionate daily conditions, 'the kid' when talking about him to others, 'Blair' under intense stressed conditions. He also uses nicknames that change with the situation -- Darwin, Einstein, my little Guppy, Junior, Romeo, Rambo… whatever he thinks the situation calls for.




Captain Simon Banks is the head of Major Crime. He is a very large Black man who enjoys gourmet coffee, chews on cigars (no smoking in the office), and runs his department with a loud voice and firm hand, but understanding heart. He knows about Jim's sentinel senses and Blair's function as guide, but prefers to avoid dealing with it as much as possible. However, he uses Jim's abilities by sending him out on the particularly tough or difficult cases, and expects them to function with magical ease. He expresses irritation with Blair's presence in his unit, but actually recognizes Blair's usefulness to Jim, and to the department as a whole; because of his insight into the human psyche and customs, Blair's observations often lead to clues that help the detectives solve their cases.



Captain Joel Taggart, originally of the Bomb Squad, transferred to Major Crime after he lost his nerve for dealing with bombs. He is another very large (and somewhat overweight) Black man, but very gentle and soft-spoken. He has great respect for Blair and a soft spot in his heart for the younger man, and enjoys Blair's discourse on a variety of topics. Joel is one of the few people who commonly calls Blair by his first name.



Henri (H) Brown is another large Black man. He generally prefers loud floral shirts and often sports a shaved head. He is a jokester, enjoys teasing Blair, and considers himself a ladies' man. However, his lighthearted manner hides a sharp intellect. His nickname for Blair is 'Hairboy', and he uses it almost exclusively.



(no first name) Rafe is often given the name 'Brian' in fanfiction. He is a tall but slender white man with a hint of an accent -- often assumed to be South African. He is a very sharp dresser and apparently a good detective, but we know very little about him; he was in only a handful of episodes.



Megan Connor is a tall Australian woman with long, curly, chestnut hair; she joined Major Crimes midway through third season. Megan comes across as slightly abrasive, probably because she is trying to find and keep a niche among a department full of male coworkers, and because she refuses to rein in her outspoken personality to conform to others' expectations. She is nosy about how Jim manages some of his observations, but accepts the initial explanation that he is psychic. (Later, she finds out the truth.) She dubbed Blair 'Sandy' as soon as she met him. She has a slightly (sometimes a little more than slightly) antagonistic relationship with Jim, but is very friendly to Blair -- perhaps because they are both 'outsiders'. She regards Blair as a true part of Major Crime, rather than 'just a tagalong'.



Rhonda (no last name) is the secretary of Major Crime. She is a tall, blonde woman. Like most secretaries, she is the backbone of the bullpen and very efficient, and keeps the information coming and going and up to date. She demonstrates a cool head in emergencies, but we don't get to see much of her.



Naomi Sandburg is Blair's mother. She is a tall, slender redhead, a flowerchild who never left the 60's and dresses in gauzy, flowing ankle-length dresses. She has an itinerant lifestyle; hints dropped by Blair suggest that she has traveled all over the world, following the latest guru and New Age idea -- sometimes with Blair in tow, sometimes leaving him with a succession of 'friends'. She has never married and either doesn't know who Blair's father is, or has never told him. Again, hints dropped by Blair suggest that she has had a succession of boyfriends for varying lengths of time. She loves Blair dearly, but is somewhat flighty and inclined to interfere in his life and everyone else's. (Mother knows best, after all.)



Carolyn Plummer is Jim's ex-wife; hints are that the marriage did not last long. She is strong-willed and seems dedicated to her job as "head of Technical Support". (More often, she seems to function as chief of forensics.) She and Jim have a mixed friendly / antagonistic relationship. Carolyn left midway through the first season, for unspecified reasons.



Serena Chang (or Baker) is a pleasant black woman. We don't know much about her; she seemed to function as chief of forensics after Carolyn, and before and after Cassie. She's dedicated to her job, but sometimes exasperated when she's expected to perform miracles.



Cassie Welles is an intense, redheaded woman, the "new chief of Forensics" for just a few episodes; she left as quickly as she appeared. She is extremely enthusiastic, and wants to do a detective's job as well as forensics. (She was prevented by her asthma.) Her over-the-top meddling is highly irritating to Jim; he is torn between pushing her out of the way, and protecting her as part of the team.



Daryl Banks is Simon's son; he lives with his mother, but Simon seems to have lenient visitation rights. Daryl is "an impossible fourteen" when we first meet him, and very angry at his parents' divorce, but he develops into a thoughtful, intelligent young man. He and Blair seem to have a special affinity, perhaps because Blair is so used to dealing with young people.



Incacha is the shaman of the Chopec tribe that Jim lived with in Peru, who also seems to be a competent warrior. Blair mentions, "the shaman who guided you", and it is assumed that Incacha helped Jim learn to use his senses in Peru. He is killed during the episode "Warriors", but later returns occasionally as a spirit guide when Jim is particularly conflicted. Before he died, Incacha gripped Blair's forearm with his bloody hand and passed on "the Way of the Shaman" to Blair. This action and statement has led to many fandom speculations and fictional treatments of Blair's shaman powers.



Dan Wolfe is the chief (?) coroner. He is a large Native American man who wears his hair in a long ponytail; he seems even-tempered and good-humored. Jim (with a reluctant Blair) sometimes visits the morgue to find out what insights Dan might have about the victim.





Pictures are courtesy of Rhianne's Hidden Muse (Categories / Sentinel / Screencaps) and StarFox's Mansion (Gallery / Screenshots). Both sites have hundreds of pictures; visit and enjoy.

If you'd like to familiarize yourself with storylines, Becky's Transcript Page has full transcripts of all 65 episodes of The Sentinel.


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Sentinel is a well established fandom, with an abundance of fanfiction available. Sources for enjoying more adventures of "The Sentinel" and his friends include --

Archives and Multi-Author Sites


Cascade Library -- archive for Sentinel gen stories.

852 Prospect -- archive for Sentinel slash stories.

Artifact Storage Room 3 -- archive for Sentinel stories, gen, slash, and het.

Sentinel search page found at Archive of Our Own -- a multi-fandom archive, hosting gen, slash, and het stories.

Sentinel Library -- A Live Journal site that announces new fiction, art, and vids, both on and off LJ. Find links to author pages in the left sidebar.

Wolfpup's Den -- Hosting several authors, all gen.

Starfox's Mansion -- Hosting several authors, all gen.

Brothers in Arms -- Hosting several authors, gen and slash, Sentinel and other fandoms.

Mackie's Idol Pursuits -- Hosting several authors, all gen.

Burton Awards -- Past winners and nominees function as a reading rec list, gen only.

Light My Fire Awards -- Past winners and nominees function as a reading rec list, gen and slash.

My Mongoose E-zines -- Slash stories by a variety of authors.


Sentinel Virtual Seasons


Groups of fans and writers joined together to write 'virtual seasons'. Each 'production company' started at the end of TSbyBS, and wrote the continuing adventures of Jim, Blair, and the gang at Major Crimes.

Black Panther Productions -- No longer updated; two long and one short season are archived.

Faux Paws Productions -- No longer updated; one long and one short season are archived.

Novations Productions -- One long season is archived, the next season is updated sporadically.

The Sentinel Special Edition -- Not really a virtual season. A rewriting of each of the episodes to "fix" the plotholes, and parts the fans didn't like.

Five Senses Productions -- The first slash virtual season storyline. No longer updated, but three seasons are archived.

Shaman's Journey -- An arc of connected 'movies', highlighting Blair's development as a shaman as he becomes Jim's permanent partner and lover. New movies will be added occasionally.

Thin Blue Line Productions -- In the first season, part of the Shaman's Journey arc. A second season has been produced, moving in a different direction.



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