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. .Continue reading “Inspiration or muse’s fool?”

What’s in the box?

A: I think, when I grow up, I want to be Therese McMurphy. D: When you grow up? It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it, A? A: I’m always in the process, D. I mean, when I’m old – I hope I have enough stories. D: You talk to a time-travelling Pict inContinue reading “What’s in the box?”

Saved by the box

A: You’ve been saved, D. D: Pray tell, how. A: Well, I was just going to reblog my post from the Community Storyboard, from Day 10 of the Creative Writing Challenge. D: You mean that bit of writing I see at the bottom, here? A: Uh huh. D: And how have you saved me, really?Continue reading “Saved by the box”

I wanna rock!

A: I need the music loud and big tonight! D: How about some panpipes? I have a lovely set somewhere over– A: No, D – not any of your bard-y fireside music. I need big – it needs to be heard over a body of water – music. D: Ah, pipes, then? A: And drums.Continue reading “I wanna rock!”

Woke up in love this morning

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”

Is it Halloween yet?

D: No, but it is ‘National Talk in an Elevator Day’ . . . and look at this, A – tomorrow is ‘Barbie-in-a-blender Day.’ A: Which is somehow more terrifying than anything Halloween could throw at me, I think. Do you even know what an elevator – or a Barbie – is? D: A. I’mContinue reading “Is it Halloween yet?”

Moping to the finish line

D: Are you trying to insinuate that I’m broody? A: There’s no insinuation about it, D, you are broody. D: I disagree. A: . . . Wait, that’s it? ‘I disagree?’ No snark? No, ‘bloody woman’ this, ‘intolerable’ that? Who are you and what have you done with my Druid? D: It’s a simple statement ofContinue reading “Moping to the finish line”

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”