A Not-So-Shocking Adventure: Fiennes and Misdemeanors

adventureswithD-final (1)D: According to your file, you’re a psychopathic personality with schizophrenic delusions, suffering from recurring amnesia based on traumatic repression leading to outbursts of antisocial and violent behavior. Knight to king seven. Check.

A: D? What is going on? Who are you talking to? When did you learn chess?

D: Oh, A. There you are. I’d almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father.

A: What are you talking about? You’re—you’re a fictional character and that sounds an awful lot like a line from Harry Potter.

D: It is. I’m trying out his lines.

A: Whose lines?

D: What is my name, you ask of me often? It is a name unmusical to the people’s ears, and harsh in sound to thine.

A: . . .

D: Oh, for heaven’s sake A, if you must be obtuse, I’m trying out Ralph Fiennes as my voice actor.

A: Again, I’m going to have to give you a confused silence as evidenced by these three dots: “. . . “

D: Very droll, A. You and Green are at it again with the ol’ podcasting out to the world bit, and if you insist on talking, then so shall I. I shall prove that there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.

A: And before D starts spouting words of wisdom from Sunshine or the English Patient, which would probably sound sacrilegious coming from the figment of my imagination, please head over to Green Embers, to read the fourth installment of the Not-So-Shocking News Dialogues!

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Is this the voice of D? Photo courtesy IMBD

D: As I was saying, A. Mr. Fiennes would be spectacular as me.

A: I will agree insomuch as Mr. Fiennes is spectacular–

D: And of course, someone of my history and pathos needs someone of his caliber.

A: Well, certainly, D, but—

D: And since you’ve watched Grand Budapest Hotel, you know he can do humor.

A: That he can.

D: And yet, I sense your reluctance.

A: Well, it’s just that I fear if he were to play you, you’d insist on quoting him all the time, and you have yet to plumb the full depths of his Voldemort—

D: Don’t you turn your back on me, A! I want to see the light leave your eyes–

A: Okay, that is quite enough!

D: Oh, sorry, A. I’m not sure what came over me there.

A: See what I mean?

D: Perhaps. But, can he go on the list?

A: If it means you’ll stop quoting him, sure.

D: (Sigh) Alas, all my power is spent. . . who knows? I may be stronger without it.

A: Indeed. Does this mean we can say goodbye and plug the link for the podcast again?

D: Yes, yes (ahem) Lots to be done 00A. . . are you ready to get back to work?

A: (Grin) With pleasure, M-I mean D. With pleasure.

On the first day of NaNo . . .

On the first day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me. . .

A family that’s dear to me.

It came to me, yesterday, how I could blog and NaNo at the same time (because NaNo is a verb, now). The reviled and/or beloved holiday song, The Twelve Days of Christmas, was to become The Thirty Days of NaNo.

That was, until I had an unfortunate flash of prescience. Or perhaps it was foreshadowing. That, or it was simple, dumb luck (to be said with Dame Maggie Smith’s accent and intonation when she admonishes Harry and Ron in Harry Potter).

The circumstances around the prescience are mundane. Needless to say, never should I utter the words, even in type, ‘barring catastrophe.’ It is like saying ‘bring it’ to the Universe.

Three days later, and my family has made two trips to the Emergency Room. My father remains in intensive care. It is not the stomach flu, as we had thought. My son, luckily, is home, now – only a little worse for wear in his tussle with the car that hit him this morning on his way to school. I bless every damn deity in the heavens above that he can be macho, and twelve, and brag to his friends on the Xbox that he was hit by a car and walked out of the hospital three hours later, because the alternative is too horrible to contemplate.

On the first day of NaNo, I realized that my family needs me more than I need NaNo. I still have a goal of 15,000 (which is my standard 500/day), but 50,000 words and the insanity that those words can bring . . . well, the world doesn’t need my novel that much. I will write it – I’ve already written what amounts to two books already this year. Books 3, 4, 5 and 6 will come in their good time.

In other news . . .

D’s taking the night off, so it’s up to me to be your valiantly verbose victor.

Ghosts Prompt Roundup

Check out the responses to this week’s “ghostly” prompt at the Community Storyboard

Not-so-newbie in town:

Have you met Dean? He draws, he writes, he blogs. You can find out about Dean at his new blog, Dean’z Worldz: http://deanzworldz.wordpress.com/about/.

He also has a new book, Quentin Hide and the Evil Lord Twigton. Check him out!

For the NaNoNites

Chuck Wending is Hilarious. His NaNoWriMo dialogue is even funnier, if such a thing were possible.

Support your local author

Because the internet community is the new local.

Good reading

There’s so much good reading around the web, but here were some I was able to check out this week:

Jessica B. Bell

She deserves her own section, why? Because she’s Jessica B. Bell, that’s why.

And Finally . . .

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Adventure with us to Green Embers Recommends and my weekly Entertainment News installment with D. And this time, D’s status as a time-travelling Druid actually pays off!