Conversation with CK’s hero
CK: Hey! You with the bad hair day — I’ve been trying to talk to you!
Me: Been busy.
CK: Too busy to give me a name? What the hell is this CK you insist on calling me? Do I look like I make purses?
Me: It’s short for Cursed Knight.
CK: I’m not a knight, woman. I’m a warrior.
Me: *shrug* You’ve evolved since I slapped a working title up there.
CK: So when you might be free long enough to give me a proper name?
Me: When I figure out what kind of warrior you are.
CK: What kind of warrior? Fierce. Loyal. Feared by —
Me: I meant like Saxon or Scottish or French —
CK: French? Are you mad, woman?
Me: Quite. Why don’t you tell me, then?
CK: I won’t tell you until you give me a name.
Me: I can’t give you a name until you tell me!
Heroine: *runs off with a vampire*
September 1st, 2005 at 10:40 am
Scottish? Are you mad woman?
ggg
I like this guy already. And this is quite spooky. I haven’t had one of my long-running daydreams since I started writing seriously, but I’ve found myself immersed in one for the last two weeks - a timeslip (I NEVER ‘dream’ timeslips) with a bronze age warrior….
September 1st, 2005 at 10:42 am
PS - I think I may be obsessively stalking your blog. So sorry.
It’s… comforting.
September 1st, 2005 at 10:55 am
Ooooh! *slurps Anna’s Warrior* Bronze Age sounds wicked awesome! And i bet you’d kick ass with the feel of that time period.
Go for it, hon!
You’re not stalking, you’re visiting.
September 1st, 2005 at 11:46 am
oooh, I want you BOTH to hurry up and write yummy warriors or knights or whatever you wanna call em. *slurp*
:dance:
September 1st, 2005 at 3:43 pm
I should be
but now I want to run off with a vampire!
Time for more :coffee:.
Bring on the warriors! They sound yummy.
September 1st, 2005 at 4:24 pm
Since I have French and Scottish knights in my one of my NiPs, make him a Saxon. Less competition that way.
September 2nd, 2005 at 5:15 pm
:lmao:, Gabriele!
Unfortunately, (and don’t tell Anna or MÃ ili) He insists the oath was made at Falkirk.
I guess I’ll get to explore what he wore under his kilt.
September 2nd, 2005 at 5:37 pm
Ye ken the Scottish reply to that question? Gimme yer hand, lass, and I’ll show ye.
Now I’m really curious about the book. Mediaeval knights, Falkirk, and maybe a vampire - sound intriguing.
September 2nd, 2005 at 9:16 pm
You better hurry it up and name the poor bastard or the vamp will have made off with said heroine’s maidenhead and ye olde knight will be mightily pissy. And horny. And heroine-less.
September 2nd, 2005 at 9:20 pm
Well, she can send him on a trip to the Holy Land and further to the Assassines, where he can at least get heroin.