D: what are you doing, A?
A: What does it look like I’m doing?
D: Wasting time with that book—
A: I am not wasting time, D – the book is research. I needed to know just how much of Ireland in the 1950s spoke Irish and if Mayo was in the Gaeltacht or not.
D: And for those of us who have no idea what that meant?
A: I’m trying to determine if it would have been accurate for Sean and Maureen to have some conversational skill with the Irish language. Because believe you me, Grace O’Malley did not have conversational skill in English.
D: Fine, woman – this is all a diversion anyway. Editing is not writing.
A: And what would you have me write?
D: Book 2! Book 3! Both, at the same time!
A: Just because it would be fun to make me crazy?
D Crazier, A. Crazier.
A: Cheers, D.
D: Fine – you can take a rest from the series. But you should keep writing.
A: There are no thoughts in this head beyond “Gaeltacht” and “Rummage Sale” (this weekend, anyone in WI who needs Thomas the Tank Engine Toys and cookbooks, this sale’s for you!), so I’m going to have to ask you again, what would you have me write?
D: Well, there’s that prompt over at the Community Storyboard. . .
D: Why not?!
A: Seriously? They’re all fantastic reads, certainly, but I’m rather at a loss for inspiration.
D: What am I if not your muse?
A: Oh my god, no.
D: Why not? I’m damned good looking – just look at the drawing Green Embers drew of me.
A: And therein lays the problem D. It’s bad enough having a decently—
D: Damned good looking. Say it with me.
A: Handsome (happy now?)
D: (Ecstatic. Please, continue.)
A: It’s bad enough having a handsome, epic, warrior-prince and druid in your head prattling on about his glory days as a god-impersonating time-traveler. Sensual is on your list, but please, for the love of god, don’t make me illustrate it with words right now. I still have to sleep at night.
D: There was a compliment in there somewhere.
A: Maybe. Don’t let it go to your head.
D: Speaking of which . . .
A: Oh, D. Seriously!? No.
D: You never take me anywhere!
A: I’m pretty sure I heard about a pole and some risqué dancing at Ionia’s in celebration of her victory. You don’t need me to go places.
D: I’m afraid I have no recollection of this pole and dancing of which you speak.
A: So there was no blue ribbon under your kilt?
D: Didn’t say that.
A: I don’t want to know.
D: On second thought, I think it’s better all around if we leave this week’s prompt to the others. There are some things I’d rather you not illustrate with words . . . or imagine with that overly fertile mind of yours.
A: And common sense has prevailed.
D: You still don’t take me anywhere.
A: Spoke too soon.
Enjoy – and submit to – Erotica Week at the Community Storyboard ! There are some luscious stories to be had!
Are there genres that you might enjoy but just don’t know how craft the words to explore yourself? What about reading – what genre can you just not read?