HB: Yup. And I’m doing it today since I’m sporting an annoying head cone. Daddy-o nicked my eyelid the other night when he attempted shaving me. Mummsy’s hands bother her and so…well..the Daddy-O butchered me a good one.
SPAL: You need to remember, this is not about you. This is to help promote the new and Indie author. This is not about you having ouchies and getting treats by no means. I want to see excerpts from current WIPS and what our authors have published. You wear me out, stupid. It’s the same argument every Tuesday.
HB: Whatever, pansy-boy. I’m an injured pup and I deserve some justice. A nice treat would fix me up real nice.
SPAL: If you would’ve held still you’re eye would be okay. And if you keep fussing when Daddy-O goes to put the drops and salve on your eye, it won’t get better either. Which means you’ll have to go to The-Land-of-Lots-of-Torture where the evil, green-king lives and get a big shot in your butt. ***shrugs and then faces the audience***Today, I’d like to introduce, Mark Hunter.
HB: ***sticks his tongue out at SPAL before turning toward Mark***Hello, Mr. Nice-Man. Do you think you could spare some---
SPAL: ***elbows HB and smiles at Mark*** What do you like to snack on when you’re writing? Tell me why you like it.
MH: Bit O’ Honey, in the package of bit-size candy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bit-O-Honey
It’s low in fat and sugar and high in awesomeness: Plus, it’s chewy, so I don’t eat too many too fast.
HB: I hear honey is good when fur peeps are sick. ***he coughs and then sniffles*** I hear its good for a fever.
SPAL: **rolls his eyes*** Is it crunchy or soft?
MH: Hard in your hand, soft in your mouth. Wait, let me rephrase that …
HB: Huh? I thought you were talking about honey. Not bones. Although, a bone would be nice.
SPAL: ***shh!*** MR. Nice-Man is it salty or sweet?
HB: ***licks his chops*** I’ve never heard of a sweet bone before.
SPAL: ***whispers to Hair Ball*** He’s not talking about bones, stupid. ***He turns to Mark***Does it get your creative juices flowing?
MH: I never really thought about it … not really – it just keeps me from rummaging through the house for something even worse.
HB: Like the garbage can?
SPAL: ***whispers to HAir Ball ***turns to look at Mark***Do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?
MH: Baeowolf the giant dog, and Lucius, the cowardly ball python … although Lucius is more my wife’s pet. And has no fur, or feathers.
HB: Ewwwwwe. You have a snake? Oh…that’s not good. One of those things got me one day while I was outside to take my whiz.
SPAL: Yeah. Because you whizzed on his head, stupid. You need to watch where you point your whizzer. ***he looks at Mark*** Don’t pay any attention to my stupid brother. He always messes up the interview. My apologies, Mr. Nice-Man. Shall we continue. Do your fur and slithery peeps help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.
MH: Not really … although we’ve only had Bae for a few weeks, so we’ll see.
SPAL: Do you have any published books out there that your pets helped you with?
MH: Emily and I are definitely discussing doing a book with Bae!
SPAL: I’d like to write my own book, too. Could you please share an excerpt from your work in progress if you haven’t published anything yet.
“In those days, the entire population of a town would turn out to give what help they could at the call of ‘fire!’ In some communities the law stated everyone had to own at least one bucket. As the alarm spread, people would throw their buckets out the window, where they’d be grabbed up, until everyone formed bucket brigades to splash water on the fire.
How many concussions resulted from fallen buckets hasn’t been documented.“
-- Smoky Days and Sleepless Nights: A Century Or So With the Albion Fire Department
You can also find two of my books over at Amazon:
SPAL: Thank you for sharing, Mr. Nice-Man.
MH: Awe. Thank you. My pleasure.
HB: But I’m really sick. I think I’m catching a fever and in need of some honey.
Don’t go yet. Gail Baugniet has released her book, With Jealous Intent.
Also, Mummsy has been selling her paperback on her own and doing insy-winsy silent book signings at Starbuck’s and behind her salon chair. And currently, she’s been wrangling with the ebook format. Any day now and she will announce when she’ll do the blog party.
And too, we’re looking for peeps to interview. If interested, let us know. Right now, we have no one in February. That means Boy-Toy will be around. And I have no clue what he’s all about either. I’m almost afraid to find out. Mummsy’s been keeping it a secret and laughs this wicked laugh when we ask her. it even has Daddy-O on edge.
Lots of Licks,
Sir Poops and Hair Ball