A: Only 1,339 words left!
D: Think you’ll make it, A?
A: You bet your mother-goddess worshiping Druid arse!
D: Is this a thing with you?
A: (Snicker). Just wait. It gets better.
D: You terrify me sometimes, you know that?
A: Only sometimes? Hm. Need to work on that.
D: Lovely. Did you have any other wisdom to impart beyond your Camp NaNoWriMo status?
A: Um, no.
D: Are you certain? I think you may be experiencing temporary memory loss. Is that grey matter leaking out of your ears? Oh dear.
A: If I have grey matter trickling out my ears, then you better take charge (for the moment, not for always…. Just so we are very clear on this!)
D: (Oh, certainly, A.)
D: (Of course, when done parenthetically, my promise means—
A: Oi, Druid!
D: Fine. I understand there’s a … what do you call it, blog blitz? I haven’t seen a blitz since WWII, A. Tell me there aren’t Nazis.
D: And the lovely Sarah M. Cradit, in honor of her Birthday (A&D: Happy Birthday, Sarah!), has her books for sale for .99 for 5 days – it’s a birthday sale, and it is what A likes to call, a steal for these wonderful books!
A: The Community Storyboard Creative Writing Challenge, Day 4 debuted with a bang–
D: I thought that was a twang.
A: Where were you at 7 in the morning when I was trying to write my poem?! Seriously? Now you come out with that?
D: What? I’m not your on-command muse, A.
A: (Grr…arg!) Moving on. I’d just like to point out an inspirational post at Jack Flacco’s site about how it is totally possible for a zombie apocalypse to fail.
D: Inspirational? Really, A?
A: I thought it was lovely. You know, we go on about how it would be an apocalypse, but really, we could take ‘em out. It might be messy, but it would probably be less an apocalypse and more a zombie raid.
D: Please, no one encourage her. She’s obviously up way past her bedtime.
A: Cheers, D!