writing – Page 2 – The D/A Dialogues

Sparkle

A: So, I’m a huge fan of Papi Z’s prompts. For some reason, he picks words out of the sky and my fevered brain just cooks up something – or wants to cook up something. There wasn’t a prompt last week, but I did have a half-finished story, prompted waaay back on Feb 3. IContinue reading “Sparkle”

Moments to Remember: D’s Character Origins

Part Two in the D/A Dialogues Origin Story – in response to the WordPress Weekly Challenge: Reflections. A: What is a character’s true origin story? Is it their personal history, or is it the story of how they came to reside in an author’s imagination? D: Both. A: Okay, which one would you prefer toContinue reading “Moments to Remember: D’s Character Origins”

Moments to Remember: An Origin Story in Three Parts

The Daily Post had a prompt up yesterday that tied in beautifully with their weekly writing challenge: Reflections. What follows are the moments that define me. These moments are a part of the origin story of how I became a writer – or rather, the writer I am today. The writerly me of tomorrow mayContinue reading “Moments to Remember: An Origin Story in Three Parts”

What’s in a name?

D, I call him. Druid. Dubh. A title, he says. If you’ve been reading here for a while, you know I only recently discovered D’s real name – the name he was born with, and not the name I had been calling him all these years. In my defense, it’s not easy for a characterContinue reading “What’s in a name?”

Shenanigans

“So, this Zoroastrian, Jennifer Aniston and a Leprechaun walk into a bar – stop me if you’ve heard this, babe.” Bored chatter on the other end of the cell phone told him that ‘babe’ – aka Jonathan L.F. Morgan, head of Le Fay, Morgan and Sons – had heard the joke before. “Johnny, Johnny –Continue reading “Shenanigans”

It Lives!

D: Picture it, if you will – a bent figure emerges from a nest of blankets and coffee cups. It stumbles. Its legs are weak and it is nearly overcome by the debris that surrounds it. It is A. She went into the weekend an uncertain warrior, and has emerged. . . Victorious! 5 signsContinue reading “It Lives!”

Working for the weekend

A: I’m singing in the rain, I’m singing in the rain! D: Either you’re delusional or you are mocking the weather. It rains in Scotland. It rains in England. It rains in Ireland. This. This is not rain. A: Sorry, wishful thinking. One day my spring will come… D: My irrational hatred for your weatherContinue reading “Working for the weekend”

Ruthless

D: Tonight’s blog post has been postponed due to . . . traffic. You see, our regularly scheduled performance was hindered by A’s inability to find a yellow apartment block. On Grayden. Numbers, unknown. Because TC is a boy. And boys give funny directions. A is a girl. Girls also give funny directions. A alsoContinue reading “Ruthless”

Warning: Here be Splinters

A: Did you know that the De Havilland Mosquito was made of wood – plywood, balsa and birch? D: I do recall something of that nature. If I remember correctly, that is why I had no interest in flying in one of them. A: So, the immediacy of the war, death, danger and the factContinue reading “Warning: Here be Splinters”

I solemnly swear. . .

D: You are never up to any good. A: Yes, I am. I’m up to researching-good. D: Researching-good? Never mind your abhorrent abuse of words, I thought this was going to be about resolutions. A: Yeah, that ship could have docked last week. If it had, I was going to mention something about organization, stayingContinue reading “I solemnly swear. . .”