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My cerebral dictionary/thesaurus says…

muse:

be absorbed in thought

Muse:

1. (in Greek and Roman mythology) each of nine goddesses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who preside over the arts and sciences, 2. a woman, or a force personified as a woman, who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist

bemuse:

puzzle, confuse, or bewilder

amuse:

provide interesting and enjoyable occupation for

Putting it all together like a good little reporter…

A writer who has misplaced her Muse often muses on the meaning of life and ends up puzzled, confused, or bewildered. The characters of this writer are not in the least bit amused.

If a muse is a woman who is the source of inspiration, you have frickin’ ten of ’em inside your twitching skull, Roz! And I’m sure Noelle would be more than willing to kick in, too. Quit looking out there for something you already have in here. Our lifeblood, the stuff that makes us walk and talk and high-five.

We tried to help in the past few months … albeit in our DWD way. Sometimes, we were quiet, and that’s saying a lot. Sometimes, we created storms in your head. Sometimes, we were content taking a breather of our own. (You can be one hell of a taskmaster.) Sometimes, we moved ahead, figuring you were stubborn enough to catch up. Sometimes, we fed you ideas. Okay, and then once, we took you on a big-ass tangent with riveting scenes from a book that doesn’t yet exist. But they were good scenes, weren’t they, Roz? Your little fingers typed so fast, urged on by that creative fire you swore someone snuffed out. That was inspiration … because you can’t stand to see any one of us hurt, because you’ll keep plugging away until we’re all okay again.

Well, writer, we are not okay. We are stuck downtown on Elm Street, waiting for you to write the words that will open the door on that little shop that leads to the next leg of our journey. We’re waiting … sometimes patiently, sometimes not … nearing the home stretch of LAC 11.

If you’re tired, we can deal with that. Sit back. Put up your feet. Have a swig of my coffee. (Be careful of Laura germs.) I’m sure Claudia can find a cookie to go with it. Ginny can holler at you. Kris can tell you to do whatever is healthiest for you. Maggie can make you tofu. (Sit back down, writer!) Susan can show off her new ebook reader. Janice has magic fingers. Alison can show you duck poses. And Holly can make you trip out over all the little things that inspire her so. We’ve got you covered.

And when you’re ready, just open the door on that little shop in downtown Granton.

P.S. In case our do-gooder stuff doesn’t frickin’ inspire you, let it be known: We’ve been having quite the conversations in here with someone named Millicent Baylor. She’s got all sorts of ideas about what a character can do to her writer in order to get what she wants. Very interesting. 😉

 

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Past Due

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The author still has us stuck in the past as she ever so frickin’ slowly works to finish the book about Claudia and me getting together. We are in 1999 now. There’s no LAC back here, no DWD, no Crappie Cabin. There aren’t the ten of us looking to set the world on fire. And that’s Officer Laura McCallister, but unsurprisingly, she’s still a dick. And Sam? Charles? Denny? Nope.

However, there are a shitload of people back here yammering about a Y2K bug. I laugh and find myself deviously unwilling to let them know that the world does not come to a screeching halt at the stroke of midnight.

 

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Where, Oh Where

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I bet you are wondering why the DWD have been so quiet lately, huh? I assure you: only in the real world, not the fictional one we enjoy.

If you promise not to tell our author, I’ll give you an update…

She’s got a title and a decent start on LAC 11. She was smart and left us in a pancake restaurant named Stacked, carafes of coffee just having been delivered. And Earl for Claudia! Jesus, don’t forget the Earl! It’s a Ginny and Kris weekend, so I am sure we will need both strength and caffeine.

Most of her time (and consequently our own) has been spent on writing the story of how Claudia and I got together. Some of you, not unlike Alison, would refer to that as “how the nerd got the cheerleader.” But after hanging out with us for ten books, you should know by now that things are not always what they appear to be. You will have to wait and see.

Anyway, the Kate Loves Claudia Saga does not yet have a title, but it’s doing pretty good in the word-count department.

As always, I will keep cracking the whip.

 

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DWD Alert: Women’s Music Festival

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Check out the Women’s International Music Festival … in Ohio, this August.

Our books are going to be there! Raffle, raffle, raffle.

But seriously, why the hell didn’t they ask us to perform?

Ten fictional characters up there on stage: imagine that! Shit, we know the Beaver Song! Holy shit, Susan knows Kumbayha! Okay, maybe no one would want to hear that. Um… Holly and Laura could give a twirly kissy-face demonstration! Who the hell would not want to see that … besides me? Um… How about a SwearFest? How about the lot of us doing our naked cannonballs off the pier off the stage? There ya go! … Okay, maybe not.

Well, if readers can live vicariously through characters, then these characters will have to live vicariously through our readers. 🙁 It is indeed a sad day. Get the ice cream.

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Just Plain Bitching

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If you’ve read the LAC books, you know I’m a reporter. You know I’ve worried about layoffs. Even in the world of fiction, the fact remains that newspapers aren’t what they used to be. Old ones are turning off the presses. Some are filing for bankruptcy. The ones that remain are trying to supplement the paper news with online news. It is a harsh reality—in the real world and my fictional world.

In a real-world newspaper comparable to the Granton Journal, the online headline is about a man who violated a restraining order his wife had against him. He violated the order so he could put a gun’s worth of bullets in her head. We should be talking about how to keep women (and men) safer (and alive). We should be talking with each other, looking at ourselves, being a little kinder.

But instead, you read the article, and your attention is diverted by a little poll next to it that reads:

How would you punish a captured pirate?
Make him walk the plank.
Take his parrot.
Put out his other eye.
Replace his hook with a plastic spork.

See, pirates (real ones) have been in the news, too, so let’s entertain the folks with a cutesy, stupid-ass poll before they click to a different site for something more entertaining and we lose advertising revenue.

Is it the media that has erroneously decided society can’t tolerate the news unless it’s entertaining? Or has society truly become that shallow, that cold, that self-absorbed? Or is there so much crap, so much news, that we need that cutesy diversion so we can stomach the rest of the day?

Cyberspace is an incredible place with much to offer, but in giving it such a prominent place, we are losing things.

Think before you relinquish!

 

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The Dykes Have Landed

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Wow, things have been such a whirlwind of late. We had our monthly meeting of the Lesbian Adventure Club. This time was had a scavenger hunt put on by Ginny and Kris. They were nasty, and as I vowed then, they will pay! Laura and Holly are begging for their comeuppance, as well.

Probably against my better judgment, I decided to write the tale of that day. The ink has barely dried on the novel Scavengers’ final draft and here we getting ready for its publication with a brand spanky new blog. I hope everybody will participate and not leave me alone to talk only with myself—not that that is an alien thing, mind you.

Claudia and I are responsible for the next get-together. We are entertaining ideas, and we have some pretty good ones, I think. I’ve got to say that it’s difficult to think of something to top what Kris and Ginny did. We are, nonetheless, going to try.

So… Welcome to our blog. Please excuse the mess while we get things set up and going, and please, share your thoughts and laughter.

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