A: Did you know that the De Havilland Mosquito was made of wood – plywood, balsa and birch?
D: I do recall something of that nature. If I remember correctly, that is why I had no interest in flying in one of them.
A: So, the immediacy of the war, death, danger and the fact that you never saw a plane before you were exiled from Faerie and sent to 1944 wasn’t part of that reason?
D: And the plane was made of wood.
A: You sailed to Ireland in a boat, didn’t you?
D: Yes, but I can swim, A. I cannot fly if the aeroplane disintegrates.
A: Point taken. See, this is why I don’t use you as a research source.
D: Not that you use your research, anyway.
A: What’s that supposed to mean? I did! I found this great book, Pathfinder, by DCT Bennet (head of 8 Group) that I’m seriously thinking of getting. Then there is the name, location and pictures of a convenient convalescent military hospital for the Druid/soldier with no memory. I saw where the Path Finder Force’s headquarters were in 1944 and I know which squadron of 8 Group flew the Mosquito. I even have a suspicion that the mission on March 30 was pretty much a cluster. It could be suggested, in fiction, anyway, that someone on the German side knew what was going on that night. All in all, it is a perfect backdrop for an interlude.
D: An interlude?
A: It’s kind of like a flashback, but with dips and music, so it’s more fun.
D: I think that is a shindig vs a gathering, A. And stop comparing me to Buffy.
A: Yes, but you lurk.
D: You defy reason.
A: I know. Your patience and forbearance are appreciated, D. Really. They are. No, seriously. Stop looking at me like that.
D: I am not looking at you, I am looking at your name on the menu – what did you do to the blog, woman? And wait! Why is it so clean in here?
A: You’re just noticing this, now?
D: I was distracted by plywood planes and interludes.
A: (Eye roll) I cleaned up the blog, and my name is up there because this blog just got a baby sister.
D: I’m not changing diapers.
A: . . . um, okay. By baby sister, I meant I created an author site.
D: And what does one do with an author site?
A: List credentials–
D: Wait, you have credentials?
A: Stop laughing.
A: No, seriously D. Stop.
A: Any time now.
D: (Giggles into his sleeve. Snorts).
A: Oh, that’s just disgusting. Here’s a tissue. Blow. Gross.
Perhaps credentials wasn’t the right word, but a quick overview of my work, where else I can be found and how to connect with me on the interwebs. It has a blog component that will sum up where I’ve been on the blogosphere, as well as a recap of our thrice-weekly posts here. Nothing fancy, just another way to promote myself.
D: You mean, when you would rather people not know that you talk to imaginary characters.
A: I’m a writer, that’s pretty much a given, D. Plus, I link directly to the blog here, so hiding you is out.
D: You could never hide me, A.
A: (Sigh) Oh, don’t I know it!
D: Speaking of authors with real credentials–
A: Congratulations, you three – that’s wonderful news!
D: And Briana is celebrating her blog’s one-year anniversary with a sale on A Girl Named Cord.
A: We should also mention that Charles completed the draft of another Legends of Windemere novel. Head over there and congratulate him, and then stay for the song in the post (what, I’m feeling nostalgic for the Verve!). That heady feeling of being done never gets old!
D: And should you feel the need to be inspired, Papi Z has a prompt over at the Literary Syndicate.
A: I feel inspired.
D: Oh, do tell!
A: I feel inspired to have a cup of tea, write 500 words and then go to bed.
D: Don’t tell me this post counts towards that number.
A: It does not, D. You may actually get to Tír na nÓg when I’m done this evening.
D: Wonders never cease. No time to waste then – good night folks! A has to sign off before she gets distracted again!
A: Cheers, D. Goodnight everyone – thank you for reading1