Inspiration or muse’s fool?

D: I think you’re mocking me.

A: What?!

D: You! You’re mocking me.

A: Okay, normally I’d say yes. But I’m not really sure what I’m mocking you about–

D: How about yesterday’s little limerick, A?

A: Oh, that. Ha.

D: And then the ghost-town story, with the guy. And his hat.

A: Uh. . .

D: Shameless.

A: Yeah, about that. . .

D: You have no defense, do you?

A: Not really.

D: So you admit it?

A: It’s not like it was planned.

D: Limerick, A.

A: Okay, that was planned, and that was awesome.

D: I had nothing to do with Naill and his Nine Hostages.

A: So you think.

D: You are not allowed to outline without me anymore.

A: Killjoy.

D: Limerick writer.

A: So not an insult.

D: (Bloody woman)

A: (Also not an insult)

D: Would you let me have the last word?!

A: Never!

A Invites the Audience’s participation!

Am I the only one who abuses her mental muse by mocking him mercilessly? Granted, he gets his jabs in too, but the limerick might have been a step too far for his ego.


Published by Katie Sullivan

Descended of pirates and revolutionaries, Katie Sullivan is a lover and student of all things Irish. Born in the States, she is a dual US/Irish citizen, and studied history and politics at University College, Dublin – although, at the time, she seriously considered switching to law, if only so she could attend lectures at the castle on campus. She lives in Milwaukee with her daughter, two cats and a pesky character in her head named D (but you can call him Dubh). Her first series, The Changelings Saga, a young adult historical fantasy trilogy is available on Amazon. She can be found writing with said character at her blog, The D/A Dialogues.

10 thoughts on “Inspiration or muse’s fool?

    That’s all I have, darling. I am so fried. Did not get home until 1am and then was up at 6:30, and I think I may have eaten something dodgy on the road on the way back from court. (Good news: I’m not in jail. Bad news: my wallet is significantly lighter.) I have decided, however, that the best revenge is satire, and so I’m brewing up my revenge to unleash upon the world — Monday. Today is recovery day, and oh god do I need it!

    Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you — because initially when I started visiting your blog, I found it a bit difficult to just jump in, because you would offer a snippet of the novel you’re writing, and then the D/A dialogue. (Where’s the question, Helena? Be still, darling, I will be faithful…)
    So the question is: do you have some finished works you would share with me? (Even if you have to send them you know where…)
    Because I do love your writing, and would love to read something short or long or very long — whatever — with a beginning, middle and end. (I have trouble reading things out of context — it’s a disorder I have. I’m taking medication and going to group therapy for it. We call ourselves the International Department of Idiosyncratic Overstatement (Terribly Sorry) or IDIOTS for short.


    1. Helena – you are the best. I mean honest to goodness, the best! This comment made my morning. Hell, it made my entire freaking week. I’m so glad you’re not in jail!!

      I do have a complete something to share (and believe me, of late, my brain hasn’t been working well out of context. Thus, very few snippets). If the gods are kind, I will have a complete draft of the first book done this weekend. Parts 1 and 2 are almost ready for reading (they’re self-contained stories with beginnings, middles and ends – and then the over-arching story of how the hell they’re supposed to get home. It’s like a tv series!).

      I’d be more than happy to let you read those and I’d love your opinion on them. The first draft of the second book is technically done but it’s about to be rewritten in a completely different format (as I did with book 1). I’m still plotting that one out.

      The other place is that “other fiction” tab – Headless, House at Carrick Close, the love letters and Bald Junction are my favorites so far. House at Carrick Close and the Love Letters might actually have a future too!


    1. It wasn’t really, except when I I called him a bore/boor/boar! 🙂 It’s probably more that the full-of-himself Druid doesn’t consider limericks up to his standard!


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