The author-muse cohorts over at The Faux Fountain Pen issued an open invitation to The Muse Party Blogfest: (Anti)-Valentine’s Day Edition. We took her up, my Sy and I, and here’s our contribution.
- Who did you bring to the party? Is he/she your Valentine or anti-Valentine?
Honestly, Sy brought me, telling me it would be good for my blog. I said okay, because it sounded like fun. That’s a good glimpse into the way of things, actually: he thinks “advantage,” I think “cool!”
As for Valentine or anti-Valentine? Neither. He’s basically my big brother. (For the best, what with both of us being married.)
When I first found him, I had a crush on him, and then we had a massive power-struggle, and then I feared him and he resented me, and then we came to cautiously respect each other. Five years into this relationship, and I’m his lazy little-sister writer-person.
- Which one of you is the more romantic person?
“Probably me, by a hair,” Sy admits. “Although neither of us are especially romantically inclined, at least not in the Valentine’s Day sense. The more original definition, the romance of adventure, battle, and life’s great balladry, appeals to us both.”
- What gift are you giving to your (anti) Valentine?
“If I can wrangle it out of her, she’ll be giving me the gift of making something nice out of the inspiration I’m giving her. It’s an uphill battle, getting her to write.” He grins. “Nevertheless, as I’ve already pointed out, I’ve a fondness for glorious battles.”
- Are you guys wearing red or pink (or black…)?
“Theme colors are for military affairs. I’ve put all that behind me.”
I’ll be wearing a snazzy (yes, black) suit jacket over some fandom t-shirt. As for him, I can hardly say. He jumps around from one style, era, and world however he likes, sometimes drawing on fashions I haven’t fathomed yet and so can’t see.
“I’ll make it easy on you this time,” he says, straightening the tie on his three-piece suit with a green velvet cloak over it. “A bit of your world, a bit of mine.”
The guns and knives hidden about his person also serve as a good demonstration of the principle.
- Did you bring any Valentine’s Day treats?
I’ve baked brownies, one of the few baked goods I’m semi-confident about. Sy has doubtless cheated and pulled any number of ready-made confectionaries out of the air, catered to perfectly suit whomever he’s offering them to…
- Name a song for our Love Playlist or Anti-Love Playlist (or both)!
“My Immortal, as covered by Gregorian Chants,” Sy says at once. “I think that qualifies for both, actually.”
The Impossible Dream. Maybe it’s not a love song so much as madman’s glorious and passionate assertion, but–oh hey, wait. Yeah, I guess it’s a love song.
- Got a great anti/Valentine party game?
“How about ‘Spin the Broken Bottle’?” Sy suggests, grinning. “Whoever it points at, you’ve gotta decide whether you two are going to kiss or brawl.”
Never heard of that one. Sounds like a promise of chemistry, that’s for sure.
- Feeling the love or just feeling nauseous? How will you have fun at the party?
Given Sy’s input, I might well have a fine time here.
He lifts his glass in toast. “I live to serve.”
I can’t tell whether he’s being ironic or earnest. Probably a little bit of both.
- Has your muse been a good Valentine?
The perfect gentleman, depending on your definition of “perfect” and “gentleman.”
“I’m just glad she’s here with me today,” the insufferable perfect gentleman says, voice dripping high fructose corn syrup as he pats my head. “That’s really all I can ask, given she sometimes treats that as too much.”