I’m baaaack – admit it, you missed the troubadour extraordinaire, the bardest with the mostest, the Druid who is fluid (with words)–
D: What are you doing, A?
A: Oh, Hi D. Um, I’m impersonating you?
D: Go to bed, woman, and leave the tale telling to the pros.
A: So you know how you have yet to take corporeal form outside of my head? If I go to bed–
D: You know what I meant.
A: All right, all right – take it away, Taliesin.
D: Taliesin was Welsh.
Rome Construction Crew
Allow me to start with a round of felicitations to Green Embers, proprietor of the Rome Construction Crew. It may be the place that A goes to hide from me, but it is my belief that she comes back stronger and better able to face the magnificence that is yours truly. Don’t look at me like that; I can be benevolent.
Without further ado, here is what you’ve been missing over at the Rome Construction Crew. For encouragement, goal-setting and general fun, there is no place better.
- I Can . . . Life Discover Part 1
- Do Better . . . Life Discovery Part 2
- Inspiration When You Least Expect It
- Goals Lead to Success
- The RCC and the Birth of the Internet
- RCC: Phoenix Rising
Papi-Z has style, pizzazz and more than a little desire to help promote artists, writers, poets and all sorts of creative people. Check out the Literary Syndicate, in particular his interview with Red Clay and Roses author, SK Nicholls, and his own version of tale-telling, the Syndicate Shout-outs.
Are you at a loss for words? Do you find your mind drawing a blank and need just that edge to help it move again? Me neither, but A insists that prompts are just the thing. As such, here are two prompts to whet your whistle, light your fire and help you spin that tale.
At the community storyboard, they’re talking about angst and longing. In poetic form. Go on, read them all and just in case, bring your tissues, and perhaps something to thrash in your frustration. And if you’ve a mind to, submit your own poem.
The Prompt for the Promptless this week, at The Queen Creative, is lapsus linguae. We’ve all had a slip of the tongue (Keep it clean, D. Erotica week was two weeks ago. . . A, seriously. Tee hee) and this is your opportunity to share it with the world.
A: Could a post on lapsus linguae itself be a slip of the tongue?
D: Do you honestly think these things at this hour?
D: I knew there was a reason I was in your head. How about impossible things before breakfast?
A: At least 10. But you’re getting off topic. Move on, D.
It seems fitting that the Bayou Bonhomme Serial is continuing into October. Enjoy every deliciously creepy bit of it over at Being the Memoirs of Helena Hann-Basquiat, Dilettante, especially the latest installment, The Truth Will Out.
The OneRing.Net challenges you – if you like this sort of fan-fiction thing – to re-write Tolkien as Poe. It’s potentially terrifying (in many ways) and equally fitting for October.
Are you not entertained?
When is a cliché a trope, a standard, a time-honored tradition? Charles Yallowitz looks for answers to that question at the Legends of Windemere: One Man’s Cliché is Another Man’s Entertainment.
Speaking of words and entertainment, WordCloud Wednesday is one of A’s favorite things. Check out this week’s offering at wePoets Show It.
A: Because apparently a week cannot go by without me mentioning The Hobbit, cast your hearts, minds and soul on the latest trailer for The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug. TC has already declared that sushi and The Hobbit will be acceptable for his birthday celebrations. I can’t think of a better way to turn 13 than with dragons.
Because Smaug is awesome.
D: What she means is that the voice distorter on Mr. Cumberbatch is awesome, but you know, that’s just me.
D: Jealous?! Me? Of a dragon. Voiced by a man. Voiced by a tall, gangly English man.
A: Yeah. Of a dragon. Of Sherlock. Of Kha-freakin-an. Jealous.
D: And with that, we will end our tale-telling. I hope you visit our dear friends and enjoy what you see. But most importantly, you have my deepest regards for visiting with us here at the D/A Dialogues.