Announcer: Today’s guest author is John W. Howell who writes a blog named Fiction Favorites. It can be found at http://johnwhowell.com. John will be interviewed by D. So D you are on. D: Since A is still out of touch today we have with us as a guest author; Mr. John W. Howell the world-famousContinue reading “Guest Blog – Interview is as Interview Does”
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Stonehenge: Ancient Calendar, or Extreme Dominoes?
While A is away, the blog still gets to play. Please welcome Helena Hann-Basquiat! H: So, D, it would seem that A has left me in charge for the day. D: In charge? In charge of what? I’m 1300 years old — I’ve got bits of popcorn that have been stuck in my back teethContinue reading “Stonehenge: Ancient Calendar, or Extreme Dominoes?”
Allons-y!
There once was a girl we’ll call Katie, Who was horribly allergic to poison ivy. One sunny day she was out, And traipsed all about And waits to start itching like crazy D: Really, A? A: How’d you like my limerick, D? D: Is this what you’re calling creativity today? A: Maybe. D: We areContinue reading “Allons-y!”
Phoning it in
D: I can’t believe you’re typing this on your phone. A: I know – watch out for autocorrect fails. D: Auto-what? A it’s bad enough you didn’t listen to your intuition and do this at lunch. Must you add insult to injury? A: Yes? Anyway, this is supposed to be my first-of-the-month, Rome Construction CrewContinue reading “Phoning it in”
Guest Post: A D/A Dialogue Roundtable Discussion
Originally posted on Legends of Windemere:
(This is a guest post from the D/A Dialogues. Thank you to Katie for writing this post and I hope everyone goes to follow her site. Her posts are always informative and entertaining.) A: Welcome to the D/A Dialogue Roundtable. First, I would like to thank our host, Charles…
Ordeal by headache
A: Migraine, migraine, go away, and please don’t come another day. D: You call that poetry, A? A: Nothing I do is poetry, D – I’m bad at it on a good day, and today is not that day. D: I tremble to ask if you did anything of worth this day? A: Watched theContinue reading “Ordeal by headache”
And the award for the most belated acknowledgement goes to:
D: A!!!! A: What?! D: What have you done?! A: That’s a rather loaded question, D. D: Don’t play coy with me, woman. A: Really? D: What did you do to the blog? A: I thought you didn’t understand this techy, new-age (to you) blogosphere thing. D: I don’t, especially when you go changing everythingContinue reading “And the award for the most belated acknowledgement goes to:”
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”
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”
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