As you may recall, I received a rather snarky letter from Quinn MacMahon last week. He’s a minor star from Laying Low in Paradise, A Cool Summer in Paradise, and A Cold Day in Paradise, and one who seems to be getting a little too big for his britches. We’ve had a few interesting exchanges since then.
I’m not sure what’s up with that letter, bud, but I think it’s time I set you straight here. Perhaps you’re unaware of the fact that authors, as a general rule, are really nice people – unless people aren’t nice to us. The letter you sent me was not only lacking in the ‘nice’ department, it also contained a bit of a threat.
And I don’t take kindly to threats, Quinn. Therefore, you might want to consider dropping the matter. If and when I decide whether there are more stories to be told for the Casteloria series, and if and when I decide you should have your own, I’ll let you know.
Apparently, our Castelorian friend wasn’t quite ready to let the subject drop because I found this in my inbox the next time I checked.
I honestly don’t care if you give Kearney his own story. He’s a decent guy and, as a rookie guard, I’ll admit he has potential. But as long as there’s the slightest chance he might get his before I get mine then no, I won’t let the matter drop. If you need me to send you the definition of “seniority,” let me know.
Hmm. He’s a little more stubborn than I thought – and frankly, I just don’t have the patience to deal with a man on a quest to one-up a co-star.
Game on, Quinn. Game on.
I’d barely hit send when I got his next response.
What exactly do you mean by ‘game on?’
I almost didn’t answer because I wanted to let him wonder for a while. But I took pity on him. Sort of.
Well, Quinn, when an author feels insulted, threatened, or offended, we tend to start looking at ways to get back at the party who hurt, upset, or annoyed us. Not in real life, of course, but in the pages of a book. Sometimes, it isn’t pretty.
And in your case, Quinn…
I’ll admit I didn’t have a single idea for a story for you – until I read your letter. It was a doozy of an idea too, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to do something like that to you. You just couldn’t let it alone though, could you? Now more ideas are trickling in and the more I think about it, the better it’s starting to sound
So you should be pleased to know there’s a ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance you’ll get your story. I’m not sure you’ll enjoy where it’s going to take you but hey, you were the one who kept bugging me about it.
Now, if you will kindly leave me in peace, I have a few things I need to finish before I can give your book the attention it deserves. Until then, I’ll use the time to let more ideas percolate. See you on page one. But probably not for a few more months.
As you can see, he tried to wheedle more information out of me but I wasn’t joking when I said I had other things to do.
You didn’t want to do WHAT to me?
Since he made that his subject line, I just deleted the email, but he sent another.
Kristy! WHAT didn’t you want to do to me?!!!
I deleted that one too. And now if you’ll excuse me, I really do have some things to take care of. After I stop laughing anyway. 😀 😀 😀
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LOL These are so much fun! Good for you for making him squirm. I’m thinking car accident and ending up in a hospital with some physical therapy by a cute woman, but we’ll see what you have in mind. 😉
LOL. There won’t be a car crash, but believe me, he won’t like what will happen. I’ve got to do a lot of research on it though.
There WILL be a cute woman in the story. If he’s as arrogant there as he has been the past week or so, she may wind up bopping him on the head. 😀
He knows you can kill him whenever you want, right?
He does, Dale. I think that’s what’s got him worried. 😀 😀 😀