Well, not really – not in the romantic sense, at least. I had a post all ready to go to A) dispute the Druid and his pompous proclamations, and B) analyze just why I am moping. Instead, I chucked it out the window. To quote my favorite doppelganger: bored now. Besides, the Druid is rightContinue reading “Woke up in love this morning”
Tag Archives: Druid
The Druid Tells the Tale, Again
If you’ve been watching this space and following along, you probably know that A is experiencing some angst over the fact that her attitude towards me, and the story I’m telling through her, has changed. Really, what she’s annoyed at is that I made her cry. Personally, I think it serves her right. I mayContinue reading “The Druid Tells the Tale, Again”
And so it goes
D: Admit it, A. You missed me. A: That was supposed to be my line. D: Perhaps – and perhaps I may yet answer it – but you missed the snark. A: Maybe. You aren’t nearly as fun in the book. D: I’m a Druid fighting for his life and the life of his chargesContinue reading “And so it goes”
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?”
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”
Fickle Friday
A: So D, are you feeling better? D: Better than what, A? A: You had a few sniffles the other day; I’m just asking after your wellbeing. D: I thought we agreed never to speak of that. A: Admit it; you have a soft spot for Claude. D: Despite that he is not a warrior’sContinue reading “Fickle Friday”
Dark moon rising 6.6.13
D: A I don’t feel very good about this. A: Superstitious? You? D: Um, A – I traveled through time; discovered that the Tuatha Dé Danann were real, lived actual myths and created a few of my own. You have to ask? A: I know, but it really isn’t anything – it’s not a fullContinue reading “Dark moon rising 6.6.13”
Just click your heels three times
D: Oh please, A, not a post about your obsession with that girl and her sparkly red shoes. A: They’re really silver, but Ms. Garland did make the red ones iconic. I have a few pairs myself. Did you know, when I was little, I thought I was Dorothy? D: I wondered why there was aContinue reading “Just click your heels three times”
It’s all down to this
“Do you want that?” she’d asked him before, expecting his answer to be no, not realizing that he would rather die, would rather be a sacrifice. “I have a friend in there – a dear friend that I betrayed – and I can tell you, he doesn’t want that. He didn’t want this. He wouldContinue reading “It’s all down to this”
Monday, Monday
D: Oh no. No, A – who is that? A: What do you mean, D? Can’t you tell? D: You must be joking. A, please tell me you’re joking. A: Does this mean you don’t like it? D: If you mean to tell me that this is m— A: (Giggling) Sorry, D. I couldn’t helpContinue reading “Monday, Monday”
The D/A Dialogues 
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