Whip-It Up Wednesdays!!

Since embarking on this adventure, I've had a voice chirping "Write Me" in my ear for the better part of a year and a half. I find it rather surprising that the intensity of my character's demand is as incessant as my daughter's "Mommy, where we going?" and the classic "Mommy, whatch-you doing?"

So, without further ado, I give you Melanie Wainscott!

Sarah: Hello, Melanie. Are you happy to have a voice now?

Melanie: It's about time, don't you think? Why am I still in your head and not living life between the covers of a book in the hands of someone who will actually listen to my voice. With all of the, "Oops, forgot to change the laundry" and "Where did I set my keys?" it's mighty crowded in here!

Sarah: Urm. Sorry about that. It's a bit difficult managing a household, kids, and trying to hone my craft.

Melanie: Are you done, then?

Sarah: Done with what?

Melanie: The excuses.

Sarah: Hey! Now, that was below the belt!

Melanie: Well, come now. It's been sometime since you listened to what I have to say. I'm ready to be presented to the world.

Sarah: Well, have at it! Sheesh! You're a bossy bit of goods.

Melanie: Shh! It's my turn now!

Well, hello out there in blog land! Fancy meeting you here. I'm so thrilled to finally have my voice heard. It's hard to get a word in edgewise in that woman's head. She's learning, but sometimes she needs a good kick to the--

Sarah: Now, who is rambling?

Melanie: Did someone say something?

Sarah: Why don't you tell us about yourself instead of tormenting me?

Melanie: A fine idea. I enjoy reading and needlework.

Sarah: The reading part is right, but needlework? You couldn't sew yourself out of a sack!

Melanie: Would you have me tell them I like to fish and be outdoors rather than cooped up with watercolors and afternoon tea?

Sarah: Nothing wrong with liking to fish.

Melanie: Mucking about with fish isn't exactly a topic for the parlor, if you catch my meaning. Delicate sensibilities and all.

Sarah: Then, tell them about Bradford.

Melanie: What's to say? He's simply perfect in every way.

Sarah: What did they call it back then? Oh, yes. Now, there is a clanker if I ever heard one.

Melanie: Well, he is . . . except when he's brooding. Then he's as amiable as a badger poked with a stick.

Sarah: When did you know Bradford was the gent for you?

Melanie: The first time I clapped eyes on him. He's such a fine figure of a man. He has the most expressive eyes and his smile turns my knees to jam. I just start shaking from hair pins to boots!

Sarah: Um, that's . . . nice, but what is it about his character that you like.

Melanie: He's the bravest and most generous man I know. Always putting others before himself. He could have been killed when save me from that awful--

Sarah: Tsk, tsk. Mustn't give too much away now! It's not quite for certain that "you-know-who" is the person Bradford is going to save you from. It could be the butler or the dashing Lord Eversley.

Melanie: Well, what the deuce are you waiting for? Books don't write themselves, you know. If you'd lay off reality TV, I might get my happily ever after!

Sarah: And that will be all the time we have for today, Melanie. Thank you.

Melanie: Suit yourself. Guess you need to get to work before I decide I want to have a love of music instead of fishing. We both know you haven't a clue about reading music. Didn't you drop out of your elementary school band because you couldn't figure out how to play the flute?

Sarah: Point taken. I'll get busy.

Well, there you have it! A glimpse into what I deal with all day-everyday! Now, I need you to humor me, please dish about the pesky voices in your head. (ha! Only writers would understand that request! Anyone else would sign me up for a one way trip to the white coat palace!)