Friday, February 25, 2011
"Fantasy." I keep my voice soft and low. I know she has heard me, for she has turned her head so her right ear is closer.
"I don't blame you for being cross with me Fantasy. I've been busy for the last while, but I thank you for helping me anyway." I say.
Really? She cocks her head.
I sigh, for we have had this conversation a lot lately. I have been so off and on with this blog, that it's a wonder that she doesn't think I'll ever come back. "Really Fantasy, I'm sorry. I really like what we're doing with Sword of Earth now."
Really? She has turned to face me now. I nod. I'm glad. I sensed that you needed to see more of the world there; you've seen so little, and there is so much more. Plus, the readers will need to see it.
"That's for sure. So, what do you think we'll be doing soon? Will we continue as we are?"
She shrugs her shoulders. I don't know. You're the boss. Just keep me up to date, ok?
"Ok Fantasy. Think of a writing game for next week, ok." She smiles, nods, and flies off.