Daily Archives: July 13, 2012

We need a little Christmas in July—and Guy


It’s hot, humid and showers and thunderstorms are likely on the way. My head–nay, my whole body–is in its typical rebellion against encroaching stormy weather.

So I think we need more Christmas in July. Santa Guy, take me away!

Happy Guyday Friday the 13th!


“Your readers seem to be glad to have you back, LW.”

“They are glad to have both of us back, Sir Guy. It seems there was great sadness in Armitage World over the thought of no Guyday Friday.”

An irresistible smirk spreads across his face, those kohl-rimmed azure eyes glinting with light. He does so enjoy being loved. It made up for, well–a lot of things he has suffered in life.




“Do you know one of the things I have always admired about you, Sir Guy?”

He raises a dark brow, his voice a soft velvet rumble. “No . . . but you’re going to tell me.”

“As much as life kept kicking you in those extemely handsome teeth of yours, you never completely gave up. You wouldn’t concede defeat, not to Robin, or–her–or the Sheriff or Prince John or–anybody.  Not when you were tied to a tree–twice–or stuck in a cage or rejected again and again and again.  You’re a fighter, Sir Guy, and I don’t just mean your skill with your sword.”

His lips twitch. “As your fan vid says, ‘I get knocked down, but I get up again, nothing’s ever gonna keep me down?'”

“Precisely so.”

He tilts his dark head, folding his arms across his chest. “So–you are saying I am a sort of–role model?”

She smiles up at him. “Yes, in your own unique and beautiful way, Sir Guy, I think you are. You’ve always been my hero, anyway.”

Another one of those irresistible smirks. “Not Justin Beiber with scruffy facial hair?”

“NEVER. Not from day one.”

His brow furrows a little. “But you didn’t–love me from the very first, did you?”

“Well, let’s say it took me some time to warm up to you. I had to catch some glimpses of the good man beneath the bad boy exterior. Mind you, I always DID like that exterior . . .” She gives him a flirtatious smile and bats her eyelashes. “After all, how could any self-respecting female with a pulse not respond to THAT?”

“You’re teasing me again, Ladywriter. You must be feeling better.”
She inclines her head and gives a little sigh. “A bit battered and bruised, but–yes. Better.”

“She’s not gonig to win, is that? That–woman.” The sneer is all too evident in his voice. Sir Guy does disdain so beautifully.

“No, she’s not. Oh, I don’t know what the ultimate outcome of all this will be, but I will tell you this. What’s she managed to accomplish is to show just how strong and united your Creator’s followers are. Her actions have allowed me to see more than ever that you and I have a great many friends–good friends, honorable ones, kind and true. United we stand.”

She flashes him a rather wicked grin. “And frankly, Sir Guy, Karma is a you-know-what. And in life we eventually get what we so richly deserve . . .”

“That’s the spirit, LW.”

selected lyrics from the song “Fighter” Christina Aguilera. They seemed particularly appropriate, wouldn’t you agree?
May Guyday Friday the 13th be particularly lucky for you.

‘Cause if it wasn’t for all that you tried to do, I wouldn’t know

 Just how capable I am to pull through

 So I wanna say thank you

 ‘Cause it made me learn a little bit better.

 Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

 Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

 So thanks for making me a fighter
Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing . . .

I heard you’re going round playing the victim now

But don’t even begin feeling I’m the one to blame

 ‘Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies ’cause you’re wanting to haunt me

But that won’t work anymore, no more, It’s over

 ‘Cause if it wasn’t for all of your torture I wouldn’t know how to be this way now and never back down

So I wanna say thank you