Guest Blogger: Charlie Doyle
Aug. 30th, 2009 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdCharlie Doyle, from CURSE OF THE PHARAOH'S MANICURISTS, has agreed to take over the LJ this evening. But only after I swore to make the fiends' list go easy on him. Enjoy and ask lots of questions.
Um...good evening.
Mrs. Sparrow says this works just like my typewriter, but I'm not sure how. It's all...well, flat. There we go, I see the letters but how do you type without clacking? It's entirely too quiet.
Never mind. I'm supposed to tell you about my adventure. Boy, did I ever have one! It all got started when Lord Withycombe hired me as his secretary. The trip across the Atlantic was bad enough. I got really seasick. But I like England enough to make it worth the pains.
Edward, he's only Lord Withycombe on formal occasions like when he has to serve in the House of Lords, is a baron but not a wealthy one. He does have a nice house. He's pretty nice himself. A lot taller than me, really good looking, and when he smiles at me he has dimples in both cheeks to match the cleft chin. His smiles always sort of make me feel like I'm going to melt into a puddle right there and Janine or Olivia will just have to mop me up...
Ahem!
Edward is an adventurer. He was an ace in the War and flew a Sopwith Camel. Now, he does odd jobs for wealthy people. When I did odd jobs, it was walking dogs and cutting grass. When he does them, it's finding lost archaeologists for the British Museum or retrieving a rare animal for the Regents Park Zoological Garden.
Edward's much more interesting than I am. I haven't done or seen too much, except school and more school. I just got my degre from Dartmouth and went straight to his employ. It beat going into the tailoring business for my dad.
So, that's me. I think I hear Edward coming. He's going to want me to find his pipe or his matches or more likely both. He's the worst man for holding onto small objects. Questions cheerfully answered in due time.
Um...good evening.
Mrs. Sparrow says this works just like my typewriter, but I'm not sure how. It's all...well, flat. There we go, I see the letters but how do you type without clacking? It's entirely too quiet.
Never mind. I'm supposed to tell you about my adventure. Boy, did I ever have one! It all got started when Lord Withycombe hired me as his secretary. The trip across the Atlantic was bad enough. I got really seasick. But I like England enough to make it worth the pains.
Edward, he's only Lord Withycombe on formal occasions like when he has to serve in the House of Lords, is a baron but not a wealthy one. He does have a nice house. He's pretty nice himself. A lot taller than me, really good looking, and when he smiles at me he has dimples in both cheeks to match the cleft chin. His smiles always sort of make me feel like I'm going to melt into a puddle right there and Janine or Olivia will just have to mop me up...
Ahem!
Edward is an adventurer. He was an ace in the War and flew a Sopwith Camel. Now, he does odd jobs for wealthy people. When I did odd jobs, it was walking dogs and cutting grass. When he does them, it's finding lost archaeologists for the British Museum or retrieving a rare animal for the Regents Park Zoological Garden.
Edward's much more interesting than I am. I haven't done or seen too much, except school and more school. I just got my degre from Dartmouth and went straight to his employ. It beat going into the tailoring business for my dad.
So, that's me. I think I hear Edward coming. He's going to want me to find his pipe or his matches or more likely both. He's the worst man for holding onto small objects. Questions cheerfully answered in due time.
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Date: 2009-10-12 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-12 01:47 am (UTC)I have one serial novel that got picked up in London. They're mad for their penny dreadfuls.
The biography has hit some snags. You see, a flier's language is not what the newsreels would lead you to believe. And changing it to something acceptable loses the flavor. Besides, too much talk of the war and Edward has nightmares.
Those are...bad.