A: Happy Anniversary, D – join me in a toast!
D: Pardon?
A: We’ve been official for 30 days.
D: Official.
A: Yup, I even announced it on Facebook, which totally means it’s real.
D: A, your abuse of your language continues to hurt my sensibilities. Could you not speak in jargon for a moment, and put this into terms I can understand, please?
A: Pedant. Fine. I have been writing and posting our conversations on the internet for 30 days – it’s called blogging, D. A whole 30 days have passed since I announced to the world that I talk to you in my head while I’m writing.
D: Just when you’re writing, A?
A: Shut up.
D: Oh yes, this relationship is going so well. I can see why you want to celebrate.
A: I could just go back to ignoring you . . .
D: . . .
A: Alright then. Would you believe that people, who are in no way related to me, know me at all, or have any connection to me beyond the fact that we share the blog-o-sphere actually follow me? Do you know how incredible that is?**
D: I do – and I fear for our planet.
A: Cheers D . . . hey, are you going to drink that?
**I really would like to send out a big ol’ thank you to those who follow this blog. The fact that anyone clicks on that little button makes me ridiculously happy – giddy, actually. So, thank you. I hope that D and I will continue to amuse as we share our journey. Also, Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms (in whatever guise) out there.
I’ve posted this before, but it’s D’s words, the first germ of him that’s made me keep going:
I sat in the grove of my own creation and stared out at a world and a people descended of mine own. As I watched, trees gave way to stone and the many lost their claim to the priests of the One.
Then the wheel turned. The sacred trees grew around this effigy of stone and the many came out of hiding. I sat in my grove and watched a world outside my imagination, willing it to see.
She saw. She, my kin only by remote design, saw me. She saw me with uncanny green eyes, the green eyes of my mother and her mother before her: witch’s eyes.
A joy rose in me. It was time; time to join the world after years of solitude, time to act after centuries of stillness.
I closed my eyes and reached across the barrier, to touch my future and my past.
The D/A Dialogues 
Happy One Month Anniversary! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Wanted to wish you a very happy mother’s day:) Hope your day is relaxing and rewarding:)
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Thank you so much, Ionia – it was very relaxing. I hope yours was as well.
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This is a beautiful set of first words. My characters are never this eloquent. They usually wake me in the middle of the night screeching, “Write my story, dammit!!” Hope you are having a lovely day with your mom and clinking glasses with some tasty wine.
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This is the only part of the story that has remained the same (Besides story line) in 13 years – I swear, it was his hook to keep me interested. Usually he’s a bit more blunt and obnoxious. 🙂
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It’s really funny – and often very surprising – how characters mutate. They really do have minds of their own.
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