Party On, Cate!

Hello, all.

Today I'm taking part in Sarah Foster's Muse Party Blogfest, (the Anti-Valentine's Day Edition) where authors and their muses have the opportunity to mingle with other authors and their muses.

Click on the above link for a complete list of participants.

From this point on, my responses will be in black, while those belonging to my muse (to be formally introduced very, very soon...) will be in purple.

O frabjous day.

What, don't you like purple?

No, purple's great. Really, it's swell. I'm so excited to be living the dream at last.

Ooooookay?

Yeah. Let's just move this thing along, all right. I've got shit to do.

Onto the questions...


1. Who did you bring to the party? Is he/she your Valentine or anti-Valentine?

The character I have brought with me today is Catherine "Call Me Cate" Cole, the main character of my current WIP, Second Nature. 

Two things— First, "Call Me Cate" is not my middle name. It's not anybody's middle name. And second, I wasn't brought here so much as I was dragged.

Fine. Whatever. I dragged you here.

That's all I'm saying.

All right. Cate, who was dragged here against her will (You know that's right.), is a surly, sarcastic, pain in my—

I am an absolute delight, and you know it!

Cate is an absolute delight. She's prone to several absolutely delightful bouts of sarcasm and pop-culture references. She is not a fan of authority.

Are you calling yourself an authority?

Well, I am the author. And we're still on the first freaking question, so perhaps you can keep the commentary to yourself.

Yeah. That sounds likely.

MOVING ON...

2. Which one of you is the most romantic person?

I'm going to answer M.J., because she sure does loooooooove to torture her characters.

Well, I am the author.

Whatever. Next question.

3. What gift are you giving your (anti) Valentine?

I finished her story. What else does she want?

Have you read that story? You couldn't have gotten me a nice chocolate lava cake instead? Red Sox tickets? A hole in the head? It had to be this story?

Next question.

4. Are you guys wearing red or pink (or black)?

Navy blue and gray, actually. I may or may not be still in my pajamas.

Dork. Sorry, I meant to say 'black.'

5. Did you bring any Valentine's Day treats?

M.J. ate them all in the car. This is what M.J. does. M.J. has no willpower.

No comment.

6. Name a song for our Love Playlist or our Anti-Love Playlist (or both!).

Well, on Second Nature's official unofficial playlist, there are—

Absolutely no love songs to be found. Unless one counts Hurt by Johnny Cash or Down In A Hole by Alice In Chains.

Anti-Love Playlist, it is!

7. Got a great Anti/Valentine party game?

Anyone have any alcohol? We could do shots.

Valentine's Day-themed Mad libs?

*coughcough* Nerd. *coughcough*

You're an English major at an Ivy League school.

And yet, you're still the bigger nerd. Go figure.

8. Feeling the love, or just feeling nauseous? How will you have fun at the party?

Again, I ask, "Is there alcohol?"

Cate.

What? I'll share.

Will you?

Probably not.

9. Has your muse been a good Valentine?

Despite our many, many disagreements (Ha!) and the monster sarcasm rallies (Well, you try real hard, and that's what counts.), and the—(Torture. Don't forget the torture!) torture, I think Cate has been a very good Valentine. (Sorry, I just threw up in my mouth a little.) I really do love this character (Terrific. I can die happy now.) and I'm excited (Translation: terrified) for the world to meet her. (And I them. Really. I couldn't be more sincere. Except...I probably could. You know, just a smidgen.)

Just hope y'all like sarcasm. Like, really like it. Sorry. I may be the author, but I really have no control over anything. Anything.

Jordan's Bonus Question: Did you bring me & Sarah a musiversary gift? (Because we've put up with each other for five years, and I think we deserve something.

I like you, Jordan, so this is what I'll do...I'll give you that box of M.J.'s Thin Mints that she thinks she lost, or maybe just only thinks she bought because she has Girl Scout Cookies on the brain, but were actually stolen by me after a particularly torturous day of writing.

Wait, what?

You heard me.

And on that note, my character and I are out of here. We have a few more scenes to finish up, and I think I just may be able to squeeze in a little bit more torture—

Wait, what?

You heard me.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Thanks to Sarah Foster and Jordan for hosting today's bloghop. We had a blast!