“I do not think Mistress Writer is in the mood to celebrate.” Cleric fidgeted with her belt and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
“Why would she not be? Is she not happy her stories have been published?” Sorceress furrowed her brow.
“Oh, she is very pleased with her accomplishment.” Cleric was quick to respond.
The Old Dwarf shook his head. “Thet do na be makin’ sense. Iffin tha lass be pleased, then why be she not wantin’ ta be celebratin’?”
“I believe she is in pain. She has been complaining about her neck.” The Foreman shifted his position on the hard chair.
Cleric nodded. “She has been plagued by stiffness in her neck that causes sharp pains to extend behind her ear and to the top of her head. She spoke with her doctor about this when she went for her regular checkup. The doctor changed some medications Mistress is taking for some chronic conditions, and she sent Mistress to see a physical therapist. That is where she is right now. Master Miles drove her to her appointment.”
“A physic therapodist? Wot be thet?” The dwarf scowled.
The Young Hero chuckled. “It is pronounced phys-i-cal ther-a-pist. I looked it up on Mistress Writer’s magic box, the one she calls a computer. A physical therapist is someone who can help relieve a person’s pain and help them gain mobility through physical means, like exercise or massage, as opposed to the use of surgery or a lot of medicines.”
Cleric sighed. “I do not understand why Mistress will not simply allow me to tend her with my healing herbs.”
The Gypsy shrugged. “Mistress Writer has never been in favor of us utilizing the skills, materials, and processes of our world on her or others from this world. Maybe she is afraid things that work in our world would have adverse effects on someone from this world.”
“Mayhap.” The Arrogant One raised an eyebrow. “But she does allow us to perform magic sometimes.”
Sorceress shrugged. “Perchance she is just more comfortable with the physician and the medical processes with which she is familiar.”
The Bounty Hunter sighed. “Are we going to sit here all day and discuss Mistress Writer’s maladies, or are we going to go to her office and read the book containing her stories?”
“Why is everyone so interested in her stories anyway?” Dragon sniffed and proceeded to inspect her claws. “What is so interesting about a romance involving a cowboy anyway?”
The dwarf doubled over with laughter. “It do na be her cowboy story wot ye do na be likin’, beastie. It be her story o thet other dragon!” He nodded and tapped the side of his forehead knowingly. “Ye still be jealous!”
Dragon glared at the dwarf, and dark smoke spewed from her nostrils. “I am not jealous.”
“Right.” The Gypsy tittered.
“I am not.” Dragon shot him a baleful look. “As a matter of fact, I have read her story of the other dragon, and I agree with her completely. I was not right for that story. I am much too good and noble and playful.”
The Foreman shook his head. “Well, Mistress Writer is not the only person whose work is contained in this anthology. I, for one, would like to see some of the other works in there.”
The Gypsy stood and beckoned to his companions as he walked toward the stairs. “Come with me. We can borrow Mistress Writer’s portable computer, the one she calls a laptop. We can take that into the conference room, where there is enough room for everyone to sit comfortably. Then, with a little magic, Dragon should be able to make the words of the book go from the laptop to the wall, so everyone can see them.”
A few minutes later, the companions were all comfortably ensconced in the conference room. Dragon was curled up on the rug in front of her illusory fireplace while the others occupied sofas and chairs.
“So’s kin ye be gittin’ tha book ta be showin’ itself on tha wall?” The dwarf swigged a bottle of juice and chomped a handful of popcorn while he waited.
The Gypsy frowned as he tapped various keys on the laptop. “I do not think Mistress has placed the book into this device yet. Let me see if I can do that.”
“You need to download it. The link to it can be found on her Facebook page.” Cleric turned red as everyone turned to stare at her. “I was with her when she was getting the book on her office computer. I remember what she did.”
Cleric went over and sat next to the Gypsy. “Can you find her Facebook page?”
The Gypsy tapped a few more keys. “Yes, here it is. And here is the information.”
Wednesday at 8:11 AM •
Well, today is publication day! I have two stories in this collection, and I am humbled to be part of such a wonderful, creative group of writers and poets.
On the Platform, Waiting: A Writer’s Group Anthology can now be downloaded and read through Smashwords.
Cleric nodded. “Click on that link and it will take you to the place where you can get the book.”
The Gypsy clicked on it, and the page for Smashwords opened in another window.
“You have to go to that tab now.” Cleric pointed.
The Gypsy navigated to Smashwords and read: On the Platform, Waiting: A Writer’s Group Anthology. “Is that it?”
Cleric nodded. “Now, do you see where it says Download?”
The Gypsy nodded.
“There are a number of ways you can download it to a computer or other device. Mistress explained it to me. She has something called Kindle for PC installed on her computers. So, to get the book to appear on this computer, you would click on the button that says mobi (Kindle). If this computer did not have a kindle device, there are other choices. No matter what type of computer or device you have, Mistress Writer says you can get the book. And, it is free.”
“Free! I like that! I was afraid we might have to wait for Mistress Writer to return and ask her to purchase it for us.” The Gypsy looked relieved.
The dwarf poked the Gypsy and grinned. “Dinna ye been sayin’ ye be knowin’ how ta be doin’ this?”
“Well, I was not positive, but if it is free, there is no trouble.” The Gypsy clicked on the button Cleric had pointed to and downloaded the book.
A few moments later, Dragon stood by the laptop and waved her clawed hand. The image on the computer appeared on the wall, big enough for everyone to see. She clicked on a few keys on the computer, and they began to read the book.
“Wow! There are more than 30 poems, essays, and stories in this collection, by more than 20 different writers.” The Foreman sounded impressed.
“Where shall we start?” The Gypsy looked at the others.
“Why do na ye start at the startin’ point?” The dwarf munched another handful of popcorn. “But somebody better be readin’ it out loud. I do na ever be learnin’ ta read good.”
So, they took turns reading, savoring the various works.
* * *
Hello, dear readers. Dragon here. Mistress Writer is still at her physical therapy appointment. But I know she would want you to know that if you would like to read this book, just follow the link and download the anthology for free. (Here it is again, so you will not have to go looking for it.) https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/909374?fbclid=IwAR3h3w9eYqa0V6X9tT7Yt3ZifNVEyOkIs0MAF2EifBlRVEMVAY5_xqhuO-8
I also know Mistress Writer would tell you that if you like the book, please consider leaving some feedback on Smashwords for the authors. It can be as simple as “I like it!” or it could entail a more in-depth review of a piece in the collection that entertained you or really resonated with you in some way. I know Mistress Writer and the other authors will look forward to hearing from you.
We hope you’ll be back again next week to visit. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.