Blah!!

Socrates:  I have a chill !!

Charlotte: Totally self imposed.   NO sympathy today I need you to work.

Socrates:  NO chance go away.

Charlotte: Take a pil and get functioining.

Socrates:  How old am I today?

Charlotte: One Hundred and fifty.

Socrates: Oh great you are getting closer  to sending me out of my mind again.   So not up for that.

Charlotte:  Well it is that or being eight and your granfather trying to execute you.

Socrates:  OK, OK, already.  I'll be one hundred and fifty.

Charlotte:  Soc, come on pal.   Know life isn't going as planned but get yourself a ginger tea and be ready in about ten minutes we can work out what you look like in early Victorian clothes.

Socrates:  Oh great I am sick and you want me in that suit.  I'll take the clown outfit you made me wear as Prince Socrates Lorenzo any day.   Why can't we do your general fiction book @

Charlotte:  Only plotting that right now - but it should be fun for you - you are the comedy turn.

Socrates:  At least you won't be hurting me physically.

Charlotte:  Not intending a bad day today apart from the clothes.

Socrates:  OK, OK.  Off to get ginger tea, and some headache pills.   Maybe get one of the men to give me a footrub.   All four of us in the one bed was a disaster,

Charlotte:  I can imagine see you later,

Day Late

Socrates:  You are a day late.  You promised, and you have no good excuse.

Charlotte:  You are right I am avoiding you - you managed to wangle your way into my general fiction plot lol

Socrates:  Cool how did I do that?

Charlotte:  The author was arguing with her character.  Who do you think was the natural choice?

Socrates: Yeah I'll be good at that.  At least I won't get beaten up or attacked or have to kill anyone.  And no snot if I am not real.

Charlotte:  You think you are in the book.

Socrates:  As opposed to knowing I am in real life?

Charlotte:  You are a bundle of laughs what happened to you?

Socrates:  Too much Port Red and fun at New Year I guess.   Waiting for the hangover/

Charlotte:  It is the 2nd?

Socrates:  Well I invited Nate, Fyren and Charles it was a long one

Charlotte:  I so do not want the details from that.

Socrates:  Better not, can't remember much anyway.

Charlotte:  Maybe you should get to bed?

Socrates:  When we have finished with the party.

Charlotte:  Thought you were complaining you missed me?

Socrates:  Well now you know what happens when you don't show up - I might get to talk to you more often.

Almost there,

Socrates:  Feeling a bit rough that scene with my mother always leaves me crying.  Crumbs what part of I need a break from weeping wailing and gnashing of teeth did you not get?

Charlotte:  Soc I am so sorry.  This was the hardest thing I have ever had to do to you for some reason.  Can't wait to murder the bitch.

Socrates:  Of all the things my sister ever did that was one of her better moments.

Charlotte:  I am surprised she has taken a much smaller role than I expected in the book.

Socrates: Only ever really saw her at meal times.

Charlotte: Yeah you did have the worlds screwiest family growing up.

Socrates: It was worth it to meet Angus.

Charlotte:  Really?

Socrates:  I wouldn't change Angus or Nate for anything - they were worth the other rubbish.

Charlotte:  Anyway need to go have milk and biscuits coming.

Socrates:  Yummy sounds like a plan.  Think I will go and whinge a bit with Nate and then see you tomorrow.

Charlotte:  Take Care Soc, Happy Christmas.

This is getting better

Socrates:  Today was fun - I want you to continue the Socrates and Nate as kids story.  I like it.

Charlotte:  It is weird to write though not being first person present tense.

Socrates:  We could try it out ?   Wanna give it a go?

Charlotte:  Neither us is seven, and could you really do thirteen?

Socrates:  All those hormones it could be fun..  Would be nice to revisit the scene where we found Cobley and Creampuff.  Hehe over the next few years we had some squawking and tail feather waggling moments.

Charlotte:  Not sure I can to the interaction with your Mother first person.

Socrates: can't we forget about her - she would just ruin everything.

Charlotte:  Sorry Soc, you know she is a major influence in who you are.  Then there is Evie.  Want to do the first time you held Angus and she was there.

Socrates:  Yeah I would like to do that bit as well.

Charlotte:  What shall we write tomorrow ?

Socrates:  Would like to rest Socrate' Children over Christmas that weeping wailing and nashing of teeth is too much for a bit.  How about you do short stories and make sure Someone Else's Life is perfect - that is brilliant news by the way.

Charlotte:  Fingers crossed Soc.  I have a strong feeling you and me will get there.

Socrates:  Yay you called me Soc.  Means you like me.

Charlotte:  I always like you. 

Socrates:  You talk to me like a big sister rather than a friend.

Charlotte:  If you are going to get petty I am off to bed it is late.

Socrates:  Probably should anyway you have that leak in your ceiling to fix.   You look tired and your husband is grumpy.  Lets get the Chrismas Tree up and maybe look forward to a new year - hopefully we can get in print.

Charlotte:  Take Care Soc.

AWW Cute

Putting his cap on his head the seven year old prince is ready for his first day at school. The navy blue tunic worn over the white shirt and navy and green tie are just like those of the hundreds of others that attend the Royal Academy. The only thing marking him out as heir to the throne is a small gold falcon brooch his father had pinned to his uniform earlier. Neither of his parents would be going with him. His grandfather, King Lukas had said the event was too insignificant to spare the Crown Prince and Princess. His Dad apologised, but his mother as usual seemed relieved to be nowhere near him.

'You ready, Your Highness?' The middle aged man kneels in deference to the prince.

'Yes Sir Gilbert, are you taking me? Don't want to go alone.'

'His Highness, Crown Prince Lorenzo asked me to care for you.'

'Thank you Sir Gilbert. Please rise. Can you walk with me please?'

'I can walk behind you. You know the trouble we would both be in if I walked by your side.' The young prince turns and slowly walks out of the oversized luxurious bedroom. It once held twelve princes in comfort now he occupies it alone. The valet dressed in his light blue tunic, worn over a white under-shirt with black trousers, follows the standard three steps behind. Entering the large courtyard the young prince cringes as everyone turns in his direction and kneels. He has never seen so many other children. His life has been lived within the confines of the Royal Palace which adjoins the school.

'Please everyone rise.' His tiny voice shouts. Everyone rises and goes about their business. With rounded shoulders and head down he heads towards his classroom. He had been shown it during the holidays. If his grandfather had seen him the young prince would have been punished for not walking like a prince. Today he didn't feel that way he felt small, and very on display. Towering boys staring at him in curiosity. He tugs at the peak of his cap.

'Your Highness, how nice to meet you. I am Master Rikuto. I will be your teacher for the next eleven years. Let me show you your desk.' Everyone kneeling again causes the prince to clench his teeth.

'Please everyone rise.' He says quickly. Tears hang round the corner of his eyes. Why does everyone keep staring at him? He doesn't look any different. He had thought with his new uniform he would be like everyone else.

He takes a seat at the massive desk next to the scary looking boy with the deep brown eyes. Dressed just like the prince but with a grin on his face, he didn't look scared. 'Your Highness I must return to the Palace.'

'Thank you for accompanying me Sir Gilbert.' The prince says.

As he leaves Master Rikuto calls the class to order. The prince turns to look with curiosity at the boy with the pointy face to his right. He is jiggling in his seat like he has red ants in his pants. The smile grows wider, causing the prince to move back slightly.

The boy whispers, 'Hi I'm Nate. Can I call you Socrates?'

'When no-one else is watching. Otherwise my grandfather says I have to be called Your Highness.'

'Seems like a bit of a waste of a cool name if you can't use it.'

'You like it.'

'Yeah it is interesting.'

'I don't like it. My grandfather chose it.'

'You mean the king?'

'Yes.'

'Here do you want one?' Nate takes some mints out of his pocket. He whispers. 'Just don't crunch, or he will hear you. Kind of stick it under your tongue and hope he doesn't ask you a question.' The Prince and Nate giggle. 'Tell you what when it is just us I can call you Soc. It'll be a name I gave you.'

'Soc, I kind of like that.' The Prince slowly smiles.

'Nathaniel Smith, Your Royal Highness. Please stop talking and face the front.' Rikuto shouts. Glaring at the prince - shocked at being spoken to like that by an inferior he bows his head, averting his gaze from the Master. 'I had been hoping Your Highness would be a calming influence on Scholar Smith.'

Nate winks at The Prince. Looking around to make sure no-one is looking The Prince winks back.

Socrates:  This is an improvement Charlotte.   We also did some fantastic work today.   That time with Fyren was superb - never been that drunk before.

Charlotte: Glad you enjoyed it, you two have been fun to write today.   Also ridiculously cooperative - what have you done with the real Socrates Lorenzo?

Socrates:  I kind of like this story - and you were right about the sense of humour, when we rewrite the other books can we keep it ?

Charlotte:  Yup, I think you have it worked out perfectly.   Oh I forgot can you sign Fy's poster for him.

Socrates:  Can think of other bits I would rather sign.

Charlotte:  Dirty old bugger.

Socrate:  Less of the old.   I am only one hundred and fifty years old.   When you place me with four thousand year old Lucy and five hundred year old Ivory,  I am but a mere babe in arms.

Charlotte:  You find a grey hair or something?   Never known you be touchy about your age.

Socrates:  Sorry that scene had me feeling older.  Anyway you it is 2am we have worked hard today and I want you in bed.

Charlotte:  Night Soc - try and see you tomorrow.

Socrates:  You better I want to write the next scene.

Its Cold

Socrates:  Fancy leaving me so alone after all we have been through lately

Charlotte:  Sorry Soc.  Had flu and trying to rewrite our story.  We did a really good job.

Socrates:  Hmm

Charlotte:  What is up?

Socrates:  Don't like being ignored

Charlotte: Is this why you are not cooperating with the rewrite?

Socrates: Partly yes.   Why can't you speak to me everyday?

Charlotte:  In the New Year

Socrates:  You promised before when we moved house.

Charlotte:  Wasn't expecting everything to be so messy with the move or Richard and me to both be sick.   Sorry Soc.   Scouts honour this time?

Socrates:  Ever been a Scout?

Charlotte:  Nope was a Brownie for a little while

Socrates:  Thought so you have no Scouting stuffimijigs to honour

Charlotte:  What kind of word is that ?

Socrates:  The kind that I make up when I have had too much time to myself.

Charlotte:  Message received Soc.  Why don't you go and get yourself some ginger tea, and I will try and get this scene written.