Clancy entered my life three years ago and instantly became my favorite imaginary friend. Oh, sure, we had plenty of heated discussions while collaborating on my third manuscript The Taste of Orange. I’ll be the first one to admit that we don’t have a lot in common. Clancy’s a scrappy thirty-two-year-old housekeeper with a peculiar interest in her five senses, and I’m a retired, straightforward, motherly figure. Clancy has bizarre quirks and shares them with whoever will listen. I prefer to keep my life private. And don’t get me started on my addiction to NyQuil because she’d wake me three to four times a night with frugal cleaning tips, unique ways to torture her antagonist, ideas for a plot twist, or her incessant need to create new characters to befriend. Follow our Taste of Orange Journey as we retell our mistakes and triumphs in an industry where only 2% of submitted manuscripts end up on the bookshelves.
Clancy goes on vacation when I experience writer’s block. That’s when you’ll find a new post in Mitzi’s Muses.
Coming soon . . . how Clancy magically appeared and then refused to leave.
Dang. As I reach to turn off the computer, Clancy comes to life. Presto. Alakaboom.
“You promised we’d work on the blog together. Two minds are better than one,” CIancy says. “The first paragraph makes me seem irrational. And what’s with the last line and my refusing to leave statement? It’s a tad snide.”
“Get out of my head. We can make changes tomorrow,” I say, staring at the computer monitor with dry eyes.
“Why are you putting two spaces after your punctuation marks? I thought editors prefered one.”
“Habit. And you have no right to complain since I do all the typing.”
If I switch the radio station to rap it will silence Clancy. But then again, she’s right about this blog belonging to both of us.
“Fine. It’s a quick edit.”
Coming soon . . . how Clancy and Mitzi bonded like sisters.
Clancy tweets @JustClancy