Working for the weekend

My favorite of the Polar Vortex memes.
My favorite of the Polar Vortex memes.

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 weather allows me to overlook your off-key singing. How do you live like this? It’s not a fit night out for man or beast.

A: . . . You really liked that Rudolph movie, didn’t you?

D: I’d take that fog as thick as pea soup—

A: More like peanut butter—

D: Over this thing you call ‘wind chill.’

A: I agree. On the plus side, however, I have a few days off and thus will not have to brave our second bout with the Polar Vortex.

D: And what will you be doing with those few days off?

A: Well, there’s TC’s first forensics meet. He will be regaling us with “To Be or Not To Be.” And then there’s the viewing party for the play – I’ll finally get to see it from the front this time. And then there’s our second viewing of the Hobb

D: I did not mean ply us with your actual plans for the weekend, A. I was hoping more to lead you to acknowledge that you’ll be, you know, working.

A: (Sigh). Yes. That’s right. I lead such an exciting, glamorous life that I take time off work, to work. I will be writing for the majority of the next five days. I’ll be putting the final polish – and by that I mean changing the ending – of Into the Mist and hopefully (hopefully!) writing your half of The Coming Storm. And as much as I would, at this point, rather experience the UK’s somewhat dreary version of winter over ours, the Polar Vortex is enabling my intended hibernation.

D: You hear that sound, A?

A: Um, unless it’s your self-satisfied sighing, no.

D: That sigh is the sound of contentment, A. It is the sound of a happy—

A: Aggravating–

D: Character with purpose.

A: Well, I’m so glad. Just do me a favor.

D: Depends—

A: Let me sleep til 8. Can you do that for me, D? Please.

D: . . . .

A: For the love of the heavens, please?

D: For you, and for my book? Of course I’ll let you sleep.

A: Thank—

D: Of course, whether or not you allow yourself—

A: Don’t even say it, Druid. Don’t even say it.

D: Okay, A. May the gods give speed to your pen… or your typing.

A: So long as they give substance to my wit, I’ll be happy!

Posted by

Descended of pirates and revolutionaries, Katie Sullivan is a lover and student of all things Irish. Born in the States, she is a dual US/Irish citizen, and studied history and politics at University College, Dublin – although, at the time, she seriously considered switching to law, if only so she could attend lectures at the castle on campus. She lives in Milwaukee with her daughter, two cats and a pesky character in her head named D (but you can call him Dubh). Her first series, The Changelings Saga, a young adult historical fantasy trilogy is available on Amazon. She can be found writing with said character at her blog, The D/A Dialogues.

27 thoughts on “Working for the weekend

  1. Hope you’re having a productive time, Katie! And having fun with your son 🙂 And enjoying any excuse not to venture out into the miserable weather 😉

    Like

    1. Such miserable weather – we had a fabulous weekend. He scored very high on his speech (scottish accent and all) and then we watched Hobbit and Catching Fire. I now feel like I know what is going on in the world… at least for this week!

      Like

      1. We’re both really big nerds! 🙂 It’s just the two of us, so we work hard at finding pleasant common ground. It’ll be interesting to see how that works as he gets older!

        Like

  2. This winter has been rather brutal, hasn’t it? Crazy storms hitting almost every other day, deep freeze temperatures–then there’s the booms at three in the morning ’cause of “Ice Quakes”, where the water flash freezes in the ground and the rupture causes the earth to make a wild boom-like sound, wreaking havoc in sleep patterns.

    Anyway, time for a hot tea to make the winter blues run away!

    Like

    1. I’ve heard about those ice quakes – they sound horrible. Hearing the wind off the field next to our house is bad enough, but the ice quakes would probably do in in my nerves! Tea and hot chocolate it is!

      Like

    1. I’ll try! Luckily, I took a break for a while and let the creative juices flow. Wrote a whole new chapter today while I waited for Tom to present his speech. Felt good to be back in the saddle!

      Like

    1. I’ve laid in a good stock of hot cocoa and coffee. Tell you what, I’ll bargain with Mother Nature to send you the snow. The cold, I think, can stay in Antarctica or the North Pole, where it belongs! Ready for summer. Or, ready to move back to Ireland, where at least the winters are reasonable!

      Like

Comments are closed.