Katie Sullivan

One does not simply

D: A? A, are you ok? A: Grumph! D: I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. A: Harumph garumph! D: Are you attempting to learn a new language? I know it may or may not be a Pre- Indo-European language, but Pict doesn’t sound like that. A: Gah! D: Uh. . . A? A: SorryContinue reading “One does not simply”

Attention My Beautiful Guest Bloggers!

Please allow me to put D in a box so this can be short, simple and one hopes, distraction-free (good luck – oi!) . . . First, thank you to all who volunteered to be guest bloggers while I attempt to cram as much writing in as possible while my dear child is away at hisContinue reading “Attention My Beautiful Guest Bloggers!”

The House of Carrick Close

This old house is broken and sad/weary with years/it sits low on the land. Kate rolled her eyes and tuned out her mother’s atrocious poetry. Bare trees reached up to the heavy February sky. It looked as dreary as she felt. No one cared what she thought; no one ever paid attention to the teenager,Continue reading “The House of Carrick Close”

Sunday . . . bloody Sunday

D: Do we have a problem with Sundays? A: Yes, they’re always followed by a Monday. D: And are you not ready for Monday? A: D, no one is ever ready for Monday. D: Are you getting a little existential on me, A? Do we need to go back and have a little chat withContinue reading “Sunday . . . bloody Sunday”

Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning

D: It’s over? A: Well, my part in Claude’s story is over. D: Well, I suppose. . . A: No. D: What?! A: I am not getting you a pocket pet. D: Can I get a baying wolfhound then? A: No! D: A, everyone knows a boy needs a dog. If not for me, thenContinue reading “Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning”

Will beg on demand

D: A! We don’t beg! A: We may have to. D: Why? A: I’m offering up an opportunity for guest bloggers. D: Guest… bloggers… A: Yes, people who are not me, posting words to this site. Potentially interacting with you. D: A!! Are you leaving me?? A: Yup. D: NO—wait, wait, this could be fun.Continue reading “Will beg on demand”

Life in the fast lane

“Why didn’t you stop her?” The words touched the dread clawing at Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop the tide of angry, panicky words. “I couldn’t! She clubbed Sir Nathan in the head! She’s helping them and she’s refusing to leave – she’s so deeply enmeshed in this that there is no talking to her, noContinue reading “Life in the fast lane”

My Dearest Love

D: A love story, how sweet. A: It is sweet, D. And one day I may actually get to tell the whole thing. D: This story has been rambling about up here for a while – Evie and I are good chums. The second story is loosely based on your grandparents, yes? A: Where areContinue reading “My Dearest Love”

Blogging Experiment: The Results!

A: The results are in, D! D: And the doctors have decided that commitment is the best option for you, I presume. A: Not those kind of results, D. Seán Cooke posted the results of the mystery blogging experiment he conducted. D: Wonderful. I still think they’re going to commit you. A: If they do,Continue reading “Blogging Experiment: The Results!”

Celebrate good times

Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’tContinue reading “Celebrate good times”