I have an editor for this blog. This wonderful woman—an English teacher, no less—reads my posts and fixes all my unbearably quirky grammar ticks. Mostly, she, deletes, unnecessary, commas. Other than commacide, her primary editing function is giving me useful advice like “funny it up.” She is also my sounding board for ideas about what I should write.
It was during one of those sounding board sessions that we hit upon the idea of writing a “Noir” piece. Something in the voice of a 1940’s crime story. As it happened, I had a perfect true life mystery I was puzzling out at the time, and that led to part one: The Case of the Minion Accounts.
And then, after a while, the mystery actually got solved, which led to part two: The Minion King.
Go read those. I’ll wait.
doo de doo de doo de doo, thrum thrum thrum, yawn
Back? Great. So there is an epilogue! A lovely young tweeter called @protolalia read my stories, and was intrigued by The Minion King. She sought him out. Started a conversation. Which turned into a love affair. Which turned into love.
She is going to move across the country to live with him. She says he is a kind, gentle, purely good human being. And I think that’s just wonderful.
For some reason that reminds me of this old tweet of mine…