D: A! We don’t beg!
A: We may have to.
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??
D: NO—wait, wait, this could be fun.
A: It’s good to feel, well, not loved. . .
A: That’s not it either. You got on pretty well for 10 years without me paying any attention to you.
D: True. Well, what then?
A: Let’s just say it’s good to know you’ll maybe appreciate the loss of me, even if it is just for two weeks.
D: Why, A? Why?!
A: TC is going to Band Camp (is it wrong that I have bad, inappropriate jokes lined up in my head at the mention of that? Yes. Bad Mother Award. Just for you. Thanks, D.)
A: And then he’s going up north with my dear sister.
A: So, D, that means for the first time in 12 years, I’ll have 2 whole weeks to myself. First Time. Twelve Years. Two weeks.
D: I sense debauchery.
D: Well . . .
A: No, I was more thinking of holding court in my dining room, eating only peanut butter from a spoon and finishing as much of the book as I could manage. That means being MIA from the blogosphere, Facebook and I wish, work.
A: You and I can still chat, if you want, but it will be to prep posts for when I return . . . well, and that writing thing. I’m really wondering how other people might interact with you. You’re a unique fellow, after all.
D: Yes, I’ve seen some choice words when people comment.
A: I love ‘em: Pretentious, Pill, Loveable Jerk, Task master . . . the list goes on! So, it begs the question: Who would like to have a conversation with D?
D: Don’t all clamor at once, now.
A: Ignore him. He’s feeling insecure—
D: I am not!
A: You shouldn’t; you’re pretty awesome, even if you are a pain in the a—
D: Family establishment, A. Hush.
A: Fine, but it still stands.
D: I thought it was sagging.
A: That’s just low.
A: Seriously? You’ve been in my head way too long.
D: I know (Sob). Please, someone, give me a break?! Please!?
If you would like to be a guest blogger – by hosting your own conversation with D, sharing some insights of your own about dealing with ornery, ostentatious characters, riffing on the weird, tortuous world inside a writer’s head, or another topic of your choosing – let me know in comments, or email me at ksully1111 (at) gmail (dot) com.
The Druid Tells the Tale
I’m having a great deal of fun while A peruses Jack Flacco’s site. There are Zombies. There are fabulous women who wow and super heroes. There are random musings and there are zombies. Did I mention Zombies? (Yes, D, you did. You like vampires, I like zombies. It’s the one fantastical thing I have not yet encountered. Wait, the one? Vampires? Really? That’s another story, A. Oh boy.).
A: I want to give a shout-out to the genre-bending Eye Dancers. I love how Michael blends aspects of his story with his topic of the moment. It is always artfully done and always an interesting read.
D: Just in case you’re NOT like A, and want to do something productive with your time, head on over to the Readful Things Blog, because it is time once again for Marketing/Publishing with Harry Steinman. Today’s topic: Cover Art, because yes, everyone does judge those books by their cover. This is why they haven’t put A away yet – she looks so nice and sweet on the outside.
A: Cheers, D.
D: I do what I can.