D: What, pray tell, are we preparing for?
A: . . . um, May Day? Beltane?
D: Really? Because I’m pretty certain that Prepare Ye the way of the Lord has nothing to do with Beltane.
A: Not even if we’re going to Sing About Love?
D: . . . Still not going with it. In theory, perhaps. But in function? No.
A: Killjoy. Okay, then we are preparing to edit the now-completed first draft of the Changelings sequel, The Coming Storm.
D: Preparing to edit? Preparing?! What have you been doing all week, then?
A: Well, I put the two narratives together, but after that, I decided I really ought to play candy crush. And clean out my email folders. And then I did a fair bit of staring off into space lamenting the death of my iPod.
D: Overlooking your gross negligence, allow me to extend my deepest sympathy. Would you like a moment of silence?
A: Nice, D. Silence is the problem. There’s been altogether too much silence. And stop mocking me.
D (Hides grin) But you’re not music-less. You’ve been playing the same bloody dirge—
A: It’s not a dirge, it’s a drumming song.
D: . . .
A: Okay, so when it and it’s fellows are on repeat it may sound a bit dirge-ish. I can’t help it. Florence and her machines, The Hobbit and Godspell are the only decent things on my backup Nano. Well, that and Christmas music. While I do love me a good Adeste Fidelis –
D: Oh boy, do you ever – how many copies of that song do you have?
A: 10. What’s your point?
D: You only need 1, A.
A: In that, you are gravely mistaken.
D: So, is doing something about this musical wasteland one of the things for which you must ‘prepare?’
A: Yup. I’m taking steps (Yes, we are participating in Building Rome over at Green Embers. Check it out). The first of which is to quit my whining and take the Christmas music off the Nano. It’s cold enough out there without me singing Jingle Bells.
D: Can you stop linking people to the Christmas music?!
A: What? It’s what came on this week – which was really rather a kick to the head.
D: Oh boy. Is that your only goal for the week?
A: No – you can stop tapping your foot at me, Druid. I’m going to see if I can’t hit the half-way mark on editing The Coming Storm.
D: And . . .?
A: You just can’t let it be, can you?
A: Fine – there’s also some research I need to do – mostly radio control room protocol in WW2, and herbal remedies used in the Highlands of Scotland in the mid 1700s. If anyone knows anything about either of those, and would be pleased as punch to let me pick their brain, drop me a line in comments!
D: You make that sound so appealing. . . you are essentially offering to turn into a zombie in exchange for information.
A: Well, that is how editing makes me feel, so however picturesque my cliché there was, it works.
D: . . .
D: Lovely. Now, may I suggest a little less conversation and some more action on your part?
A: I don’t think that means what you want it to mean, D.
D: I let you use “Let it Be.”
A: Point taken.
D: And so?
A: And so, we shall bid the blog a fond adieu for the evening – thank you so much for reading & have a great night!