Hello, folks! I’m Gail Roughton Branan and I’m thrilled to be here with you today to introduce you to my heroine Tess Ames and my hero Dalph appearing directly from the pages of Miami Days & Truscan (K)nights, coming April, 2012 from MuseItUp Publishing. First up, …
|Flowers On The Wall|
Dalph: Green Eyes! Manners! We are guests here. Wherever here is. And who exactly is this Arnold Schwarzenegger? You never mentioned him before. I thought Carlos Ramos back in Miami was the only man in your past I had to worry about.
Tess: Exactly! Where’s here? I think this lady’s got some problems. Where does she come up with all this? And why does she think she’s got the right to just move us around and plop us down like this? Don’t talk to me about manners!
Gail: Hold on! I didn’t mean to plop you here, there, or anywhere! Well, okay, I did plop you down in Trusca. And that’s where you’re supposed to be, so why are you here?
Dalph: Tess? This Arnold?
Tess: Oh, give it up already! I was only trying to let everybody know you’re a hunk, for cryin’ out loud!
Gail: I’ll say.
Tess: Excuse me. I’m not sure I appreciate the tone those words were uttered in. You don’t have a life? You’ve got your eyes on my hero?
Gail: Well, duh! I had my eyes on him, my hands on him – okay, let’s back up and not go there. Let me rephrase that. I created that man. You said he was a hunk. I agreed. Of course he is. Why would I make up a hero who wasn’t?
Dalph: If I might intervene – you also created my Tess. Might I inquire if it ever occurred to you that she could be a bit less headstrong and impulsive?
Gail: Look here, your majesty, I don’t know about other writers, but my heroines are always some aspect of me so let’s not get insulting here. I wrote you into existence, I can write you out of it.
Dalph: Though I hasten to add she has the really annoying habit of usually being right. As well as always beautiful.
Gail: Much better, discretion being the better part of valor and all that. Now, where did Tess go? Oh, Lord! She’s gone! Tess! Come back here! Honestly, characters are worse than kids, you just can’t take ‘em anywhere! Hey, Dalph! Your Majesty! Randalph of Trusca! Yeah, I’m talking to you! Come back here! Where are you goin’ now?
And with that, gentle readers – Gail Roughton Branan has left the building in pursuit of fleeing characters. So if anyone should see them – could you call BR 549?
|Gail and Grandson|
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