This morning I went for a walk in my swamp. I usually do. Most often I take Tomasmo Albinoni or some other Baroque guy. I have a softness for broken guys. Occasionally, I am joined by my husband. That’s cool; although he’s not a fan of talking to my ear buds. Today Kirsten came.
Kirsten Delamere, if you read my historical mysteries, is my fictional detective; imaginary friend. She pointed out two handsome cranes; one white and the other a Carolina Heather Blue, hunting for Sunday Brunch and trying to avoid Douglas.
Douglas? An alligator… not a huggable buddy. Huge.
Kirsten wanted to discuss her past novels, Gray Lace and Silver Cotton. She’s a tough critic. In our next mystery she wants more attention paid to women’s issues and civil rights. Walking close to the edge of a canal, I told her she is a bit ahead of her time. She told me Douglas looked hungry.
I have been scheduled to speak to a book club luncheon coming up in May and she wants center stage. How do I tell the audience I have an imaginary friend waiting for a place setting? In Golden Leaf she will travel to England for various reasons and she asked me today for more progress on the theft of a priceless artifact. Good Gravy, now I have to rewrite several scenes.
Should I quit walking? No, she would bug me to keep writing even if I’m emptying the dishwasher; especially then. Actually, I’m quite fond of her. She has yet to broadcast my secrets.
Enough!
Eleanor Tatum 
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