The Two Hundred and Thirty-Third Post: The One Where I Just Keep Talking and Talking…Like That Creepy Guy On The Park Bench…

Where were we? Oh, yeah – Danny and Ronda riding off into the distance to chase down Black Bart (reminder: placeholder names). While they’re off bounding towards their payday, this is a good time for our characters to learn a little more about each other, don’t you think? We find out (through a glance at fortunately exposed skin) that Ronda was a pit fighter – we see the scar for one of the cities on her shoulder. Danny asks about that and she says that she did the circuit for a few years, got all the way to the top and quit – there was nothing left to prove. Danny asks why didn’t she retire with the money she earned? “What money? After paying for the managers, the ring-geld and the apothecary, I had enough to either get myself a few days in a wayhouse or a really good meal.” “Which did you take?” “It was a good meal.” It wasn’t that Ronda was a bad manager of money; it’s just that a lot of people got ahead of her and her money. Now she’s here, but she’s not upset about it. She likes what she does for a living – she’s bringing in the worst of the worse and getting paid pretty good for the effort. Danny asks about her parents – surely they could put her up for a few days, or at least let her borrow some money when times get lean. Ronda shakes her head – Dad’s barely getting by on his own as a teamster and her mother was Rahsaya-ridden, which is why she is one of the Touched and didn’t really hang around all that much – Ronda pretty much raised herself until she was put in one of the fight houses. Ronda is doing well for herself – she doesn’t go hungry, she can get a decent room or pay for a good lay when she wants it. Life isn’t all that bad.

Danny says his life was quiet – his brother is a Warden (that’s Bruce for all you home-gamers) and he works in a counting house – and he just tries to get by. Ronda looks at him with a little bit of contempt and pity. “Getting by and living are two different things, and one is definitely not the way to live.” As they ride it starts getting dark and Ronda says that they’ll have to camp out and try to get the jump on Black Bart. She gets out her sleeping roll and ties the horse off to a tree. Danny asks what he can do. Ronda points to the horse and tells him to get in – he’ll be safe from any roaming wraiths and can keep an eye on her while she sleeps. Danny asks what will happen when he falls asleep – he’s not going to sleep since he’s a spirit and the horse will be safe. What if a wraith gets a hold of the horse’s spirit? Well, it’s a horse and easily replaced so long as a certain someone stays in the horse until she has ridden away on the good one. “Sorry, but I saw my body.” Ronda settled down for sleep. Danny settles down for watching everything from the inside of a horse. The night creeps along and while Danny doesn’t get sleepy, he does get bored and he lets his attention wander around. He can’t go anywhere since the horse is tied to the tree. He could slip out of the horse, but that would leave him vulnerable to the wraiths. So, he looks around, and out of the corner of his (or rather, the horse’s) eye, he sees a rainbow flash.

Ronda’s spirit – a multicolored strobe of lights – is rising out of her own body. It hovers over her for a second before shooting up into the air. Danny is dumbstruck by the sight, Danny barely notices the wraith as it creeps up to Ronda’s body. When he does see it, he rushes right out of the horse’s body and kicks him hard in the chin. Danny has about a second to realize that he did something brave, and then he remembers that he also did something stupid, as in getting out from under the cover of the horse. As he turns to run back, the wraith jumps on him and starts to eat him. Danny tries his best to get back inside the safety of the beast, but the wraith is not letting him go for anything. It clamps down on his arm and tries to pull him off balance. Danny hits it, but it is ineffective – remember, the wraiths or anything in the spirit world don’t feel pain – so he now just tries to get out from under it.

The multi-colored ball swoops back down, surrounding the wraith and dragging it off him. The wraith crumples and dissolves away into a pile of ash and wraith-flakes (just add milk!). The multicolored gas goes back into Ronda and she sits up. Danny asks what that was. Ronda says it’s one of her talents from being Touched – the Raysaya part of her can leave her body for extended periods of time and she was scouting out where Black Bart was holing up. She spotted him and was on her way back down to rest when she saw Danny doing his impression of a wraith chew-toy. She lies back down – she doesn’t do it that often, since it is fatiguing. She rolls over onto her side and thanks him for watching over her. Danny steps back into the horse and continues his vigil until the morning, but every now and then he steals a glance at her. In spite of the numerous scars, both trophies and occupational hazard-types, there is something pleasingly rough about her. She’s friendly, if a little uncouth for his tastes. Maybe it’s the circumstances he finds himself in…who knows?

OK – we’re still up to our hips in Act 2, but we’re at least getting to the halfway point of capturing Black Bart. If you have any questions, suggestions or cash – feel free to leave a comment.

Thank you for reading.


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The Two Hundred and Thirty-Second Post: The One Where You Get More Rambling For Your Dollar…

When last we left off (or when last I left off. I don’t know if you, Good and Gentle Reader, are still reading this), Ronda (reminder: all names here are place names. You know I am better than this for names) and Danny had met while Danny’s body had been hijacked by Auntie. Ronda strikes a deal with the discorporate Danny: she’ll help him get his body back if he helps her track down and grab Black Bart – notorious highwayman menacing the Trade Roads between two major cities. Danny agrees to it and the pair head off in the direction that Black Bart was last seen. Ronda tells Danny to get inside the horse for the trip, stating that she can get another one in town. Danny approaches the horse and puts his hand on it. The horse rears and Danny backs off. Ronda tells him not to be gentle – he’s stepping into an animal, not try to get between a woman’s legs (we’re trying to paint Ronda as someone who has little time for the trappings of society). Danny pushes harder, getting his hand inside the beast and he’s pulled in.

Now inside the animal, he sees the horse’s soul looking around rather confused. Ronda tells Danny to get moving; otherwise the horse will wise up and try to nudge him out. Danny starts walking and Ronda nudges him in the ribs: he needs to get moving if he’s going to both get away from the horse that’s seen him and get her to Black Bart. Danny starts jogging and comments that there is something odd about her voice – there’s some sort of echo to it that he didn’t notice before. She mentions that’s it part of her Touched heritage, in the other world (what Ronda calls ‘over there’) she has a presence that marks her as being different. The upside is that the other Rahsaya can recognize her and a majority of them are at least kind enough to not try to take over her body (she also knows how to defend herself from the minority that aren’t). Some of them are even considered friends – one of them might be able to help Danny out. They travel to a small town and Ronda tells Danny to stay inside the horse while she gets a new one. While Danny waits for the pair to haggle over what’s going to soon be a major part of the dinner menu, Danny sees several wraiths prowling about… and he sees his body buying a horse. He tries to move to knock his body off of the horse, but he’s tied to the hitching post. So, Danny leaps out of the horse and chases down his body just seconds before Ronda and the man shake on the deal… and the horse falls over dead and the deal is cancelled. Danny attracts the attention of the wraiths as he’s yelling at that thing to get out of his body. Ronda curses and tries to get Danny to calm down (keep in mind she’s the only one who can see Danny). She gets a horse (a little miffed that she is going to have to pay out of the pocket for this one) and chases after Danny who is chasing after the horse with his body on it… who is in turn being chased by the wraiths.

Ronda rides down a couple of wraiths and picks up Danny, putting him on the saddle. She slows down while Danny complains that his body is getting away. She turns around and smacks him a couple of times – telling him that chasing after him like some dog is not going to get him his body back any sooner. If they’re going to do this and do it right – they need to take him when he’s not looking or being chased. Now – she puts an ultimatum to him: either follow with her, help her and when all is said and done, she’ll help out with getting his body back, or he can hop off the horse and become wraith chow. Danny looks over his options and goes with the former. Ronda says good and now they head off to catch Black Bart.

At this point we’re about halfway through the second act, I am going to keep spitballing this thing here until it’s done, or someone says enough.

Thanks for reading.


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The Two Hundred and Thirty-First Post: The One Where I Ramble with Purpose…Unlike All Those Other Times…

OK – I have quit the outline for the new novel. I’m sorry, but it’s just not working now. I can’t explain it but the story is just petering out as I am trying to write it. Actually, I can explain it – there was no sense of personal danger for the main character. So, I wrote in nice big, red letters – Do It Again From The Second Act.

I am just going to work this out here on the blog. I figure y’all should get what you pay for – wait, this is free? Dammit…

Anyway, what I’m not changing is everything up to Danny (all names here are place names) getting tossed out of the village ten miles away from his body. I am still going to introduce the wraiths – people who got tossed out of their bodies and never got back to them in time, so they’re just roaming around the world. Danny is immediately set upon by these wraiths and is almost torn apart, but one wraith fights them back and tosses him into a horse (yes, you read that right) where he can hide until the worst has passed. When he gets the all clear from the friendly wraith, he steps out of the horse and it falls over. The wraith explains what happens – when Danny steps into a body, he displaces the soul…just like what the Rahsaya do. When he steps out of that creature and the soul is nearby, it goes back into the body. If it’s not, the body falls over dead. Danny asks what happened to the horse’s soul. The friendly wraith says that the horse’s soul was consumed by the other wraiths to keep from fading away into oblivion. Danny is naturally horrified over what he did – he’s not a murderer. The wraith tells him to either get over it, or offer himself up to the nearest wraith (him) and get consumed. Danny gets the first big lesson of life outside the village – you’re either predator or prey. Danny asks why the wraith is helping him. The wraith says that he (Danny) feels new to all of this, and he’s doing this as a good favor for whatever is on the other side. Danny asks what he should do now. The wraith says do whatever, just remember that the best way to hide is jump into a body and possess it; also to never try to possess a dead body, if you do that you will never get out of it until it rots away completely. Danny asks where he is, and the wraith says he’s about 20 miles from his home village. Danny asks for some more advice and the wraith says run and hide.

Now, this is different because we have the main character in immediate peril. He has to find his way back and avoid becoming wraith chow – to top it off; he has the clock to worry about as well. Right now, his body is getting further and further away to do who-knows-what. This is the second act: the introduction of the conflict. He’s got to get his body or face something far worse than death. So, he starts running.

He discovers two things: one, he doesn’t suffer from any physical sense of fatigue. Two, those wraths are everywhere. Danny manages to duck around several packs, and finds that he can pick up natural objects (this is the realm of Plato’s Ideals) and has to defend himself every now and then. We’re seeing that Danny is actually a better fighter than we were led to believe in the confrontation with Brock. As he fights his way towards the village, he comes across Ronda. Up to this point, he’s been ignored by the people but seen by the wraiths. Ronda acknowledges him as a person and asks how threw him out. He just says that something bumped into him last night and ever since then, he’s been on the outside looking in as it were. Ronda tells him about the Rasayah and what they do – they inhabit people the same way people would get dressed. They don’t really care about the ones they displace…well, a majority of them don’t. Some try to be ‘stand-up people’ as it were. She knows about them because she was ‘touched’ by one – born to one and shares some of their lesser powers. She can sense them, can speak to them directly and can’t be taken over by them. Danny asks for help in this matter. Ronda says that she can help him, but there it isn’t going to be a free ride. She’s trying to bring someone in and could use the help – in return, she is going to try to help him at least to hide better in an object or a person – so long as he agrees to return the body to the owner when he’s done with it.

So – what do you think? I am going to add more to it tomorrow and build the story. Feedback is always appreciated.


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The Two Hundred and Thirtieth Post: The One Where I Am a Glutton for Punishment…

Well, Art Bell‘s show last night was rough…but not so rough that I wasn’t able to get some sleep. The last several ones were from older shows, but the newer ones at the beginning? Brr

OK – the outline is marching along. I finished Chapter Five (with the female character saying the soon to be classic line: ‘I’ve earned something strong in a mug and between my legs.’) and I am working on Chapter Six – I got a lot done Monday, I don’t anticipate getting that much further today only because it’s Tuesday and the first full week of the month – Statement Week for those in the business. I try to at least get half way through the chapter and I might have to end the act and move on to the main part of the conflict.

As far as Tyro goes – we’re still working with the hunda and this might be one of the shorter chapters. Once the hunda has introduced himself and Nysa goes away from the group, then runs back screaming about the Kheru-Ta. The group runs away with the hunda following behind. This is going to be coming back to the ‘pushing my characters to the brink of agony’ school of writing. I think we’ve had enough of a break in the action to give everyone their breath back. Now, it’s time to get them running again.

It was slow last night, so I thought I would take all the projects I was working on and put them in a spreadsheet. It’s a way of keeping track of what’s getting worked on, what’s getting outline and what’s sitting in a corner and quietly withering away. On the bright side, I am going to be busy for a while (not counting opened series – I have at least 34 books to be worked on, thankfully there is only one open-ended series) which is a good sign since I read somewhere that the people who are writing and self-publishing they have a lot of things out there. So, I am hoping to get at least half of them done (especially the tent pole series) before I die. All the more reason to get back into walking after work since the weather is a little cooler, so I won’t have to towel myself off afterwards. Which would be nice for a small change to be able to sit down at the computer immediately afterwards.

I can’t wait for NanoWrimo! I am going to get through this one and might even try to finish the whole novel before the deadline. This particular season I am going to work on two projects on the same time – it’s not like I am going to run out of ideas anytime soon. I am also going to use this month to see if I can do two books at the same time. If I can do that, then I can get a higher sort of output and get a lot of things out the door as it were. Seriously – my largest single series is going to be George R. R. Martin-esque in size with five books and each book is going to be a minimum of 250,000 words, which means I am going to be working on that for several years, so I want to balance that with something short in order to keep things going. The goal I have is best summed up by one of Stalin’s maxims: Quantity has a quality all its own. I just hope it works.



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The Two Hundred and Twenty-Ninth Post: The One Where I Forge Ahead With The Outline…

I was able to finish editing the novel… well, maybe finish is too strong a word. Abandoned is a better word. Yes, abandoned is far more accurate term for what happened Saturday. Now, I am looking for beta readers. What is a beta reader you ask? A beta reader was explained to me as someone who reads a piece and points out places where the story can be shored up here and there. The phrase that was offered up to me as an explanation was: ‘read it like you hate it’ – the idea being that the beta reader who hates it will be looking for problems to point out with glee and abandon. The final word count was around the 65K range and I was looking at the final count to be 85K, so I’ve got 20K words worth of room to play with (…and that was my math trick for the day!) and I want to really flesh out the book. I don’t know if there is going to be a sequel – I did leave it open for that and I have some older ideas that I can fold into that particular world. If you are reading this particular blog and (I haven’t already pestered you to the point of distraction) want to volunteer to be a beta reader for this project, leave a comment on the blog with an email address and I’ll send you a copy.

Now, onto the outline – this novel outline is surprising me. Someone may say: but Mr. Apathy, you’re the writer: how the heck can something you’re creating be surprising to you? First: call me Seething…Mr. Apathy is my dad. Second: yes, the characters can surprise me because in my head, they are fully formed people. I’m just there writing everything down as fast as I can. Given that this is pen and paper writing, it’s a slow process for me and why I’m using only a green ink pen is beyond me.

Not pictured: Hand cramps.

I am going to continue with the outline and hopefully get it finished before the end of October (3 weeks until vacation!) so I can go from it right to NanoWrimo with little holding me back as far as time, sleep and other infirmities of the flesh.

Tyro’s novel continues along at its pace. I have begun introducing the hunda and Looks-Afar which will signal the end of the happy times there and the ushabit’s further running from their Master. I am kinda looking forward to this in as much as its going to further along the story and with any luck, I have gotten past my 200 or 300 word count days and can get back to the 1,000 to 1,500 word counts and finish this novel a lot sooner than I am anticipating. I am still aiming for 2014 to be the year that I release one novel. If I get lucky, I might release two and hopefully get out of the hole I’m in right now.

And on a personal note: The father of a good friend of mine is currently having severe health issues in the hospital. Prayers for his speedy and complete recovery will be welcomed.

I hope y’all have a good day.



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The Two Hundred and Twenty-Seventh Post: The One Where I Still Wonder…

… why we haven’t gotten a decent H. P. Lovecraft film. They’re remaking Godzilla (found the trailer) and Guillermo del Toro left At The Mountains of Madness to do Pacific Rim, but there are no big budget adaptions for anything directly from Lovecraft. Holy Cow, why not? It’s not like he’s been a minor influence in horror in the past 90 years. It’s not like it’s filled with impractical effects. Even if you have to go the low budget route – there is a lot you can do with just the atmosphere. Oh, well – we will have to just quietly hope and pray to our slumbering Lord beneath the waves.

OK – got three-quarters through the fourth chapter yesterday and should finish that part of the outline today. I started to introduce Ronda (remember these are placeholder names – put away your lawyers) and will get more into her (heh,heh,heh) as the tale goes on. I’ve been thinking about how most romance novels end with the guy and the girl getting together in the long term, but what if the pair do just nothing more than hook-up a few times and then go their separate ways? Maybe – but that seems like that would violate the HAE rule in romance. Well, we’ll see what pops up in the outline.

Finally finished Tyro’s eighth chapter and have started on the next one – and I got to introduce the hunda in general and Looks-Afar specifically. The hunda are intelligent, telepathic dogs. Looks-Afar is a young hunda and decides to follow Tyro (…or as he puts it ‘You’re my sidekick!’) along for the books. He’s going to be another touchstone character, someone that we can compare and contrast the ‘normal’ life with the ‘ushabit’ life. Looks-Afar is also going to be a bit of a comic relief himself, or at least he isn’t going to be as serious as some of the other characters. The hunda are the only thing that is from the original draft I wrote those many, many years ago. Hopefully, it will work out better than the first time. They were just here and there, now I am trying to make one a full character in the story.

I feel exhausted today and I don’t know why. Oh, wait – yes, I do. I’m a light sleeper on a late shift and I live near a grocery store, so everyone has to make their pilgrimage by my bedroom window and complain about ‘some motherfucker gonna get his shit taken out’. You might ask why I don’t have the windows closed. I will respond with: I do. The people here just talk that loud. I think I am going to try to lie down for a few minutes and get a quick nap before writing, or I might just sleep until 4:00 and shower and hop out the door.

Well, I hope your day is better than mine.


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The Two Hundred and Twenty-Sixth Post: The One Where I Post a Cartoon, Listen to Music and Outline Like Mad…

First: The cartoon

This man is a National Treasure.

I had a really good day yesterday – it got nice and slow about an hour and half into work, so I was able to get a lot of outlining done: finished chapters two and three. I am getting ready to charge into chapter four with the capture of the criminal and off to pursue the Maw – the inhuman (relatively speaking… they’re all inhuman) rahsaya and the untold riches. One thing I am also going to do is also introduce the clay and its protective properties in the chapter with the bandit – also give Danny a chance to start to shine a little in the book, or at least the notion that he can shine…or at least not tarnish too badly. Given that today is Thursday, I am hoping to make it through Chapter Four, introduce the love interest (place name is Rhonda, for this woman) and try to get along with the romance and/or the action… or both. We’ll see.

OK – as far as Tyro goes, I finally got the chickens good and scared and have started to move to the end of the chapter. I will need to re-write something because I inadvertently switched POV from Galter to Nysa, but I’ll do that this weekend. I just need to keep everything going and close this chapter and get to the flight in Chapter Nine. Yes, Nysa is going to stay behind in the village because they will have a better chance to hide one of them than all of them – especially Ghislain. For a mental image: think of a 275 lbs. bodybuilder with a body almost like a gorilla. Yeah – you try shoving him into a closet. With this, I am getting back into the peril of being ushabit. Oh, I also have to remember to introduce the hunda Looks-Afar in this chapter. I am looking forward to a little more levity before the sturm-und-drang. You’d almost think I am not looking forward to it…but I am, since it means I am getting closer to ending this novel and moving on to the second one.

I am also going to edit the finished novel and trick some suckers ask some brave souls to give it a good beta read. I had one person give it a once over and she gave me some good notes: more tension between the main characters and liked the descriptions and gave it a generally good review. I am going to give it to a couple of other people and see what they say. If the consensus is that the characters need more inter-personal conflict, I’ll see what I can do. I am aiming for a Kindle release at the beginning of the year, with hopefully a dead tree version coming three months later… hopefully. After that novel is finished, I will work on Tyro’s series to get it finished and maybe pick up another neglected novel – maybe poor, patient I/O Error. If I can get through doing two novels at the same time with Unbound and A Heart of Clay, I might make that a permanent model just so I can clear out a lot of the debris in my head. I’ve read articles about the writers with publish on Kindle and the secret to their success is quantity. I’m hoping to use that strategy to get out of where I am now and into writing full time.

Speaking of which, I should get to that hunda.



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PS: To the lady with the laser beam eyes – hope your dad gets better.

The Two Hundred and Twenty-Fifth Post: The One Where I Have A Blueberry Muffin and Ragtime Queen…

Here is a version of Queen’s “We Will Rock You” done as a ragtime tune. In my defense, I am a fan of Richard Cheese and covers in general so this is firmly in my wheel well. Thanks to the lovely and peppy Jennifer Riddle for bringing this to my attention. Thanks, Jen!

Didn’t do that much outlining yesterday because it was Tuesday and the opening day of NHL, so I watched the first game of the season. My team premieres tonight, but I am going to save that for a Saturday so I can watch it uninterrupted. I got Danny back to the village and he’s going to find his body again, and this time whoever is in his body is going to try to declare a truce. Of course, there are other reasons for the truce (the wraiths hot on the heels of Danny and the horse he rode in – you read that right), but mostly I am trying to keep this story from being sidetracked too badly. This scene is unfolding in my head as a bit of a nod to my horror roots with the different wraiths walking through bodies and trying to find the rahsaya. This could be one of the more intense scenes in the book, hopefully not one to discourage romance readers. I just need to get the outline worked on today – since it’s Wednesday, I am hoping to have more time than I did yesterday… but I have little hope as it’s Statement Week and we’re also doing some big conversion that is more than likely going to be a larger headache for everyone else other than Tech / PC Support. I might have ducked a bullet on this one.

Nysa is in the coop and the chickens are about to have their big panic. They’ve been warming up to this day for a while. After the big panic to close out the chapter, I get to go to the next chapter and start introducing new characters and getting them out of the safe village and into the not-so-safe-village. After all, I have to keep this thing going. Well, I just realized something – if Nysa stays in the village, and the reason the other ushabit flee is because the Kheru-Ta have managed to track them down… what happens to Nysa if she stays? I can’t have her die – she needs to show up in the third book. Well, I might have a second interlude with Hagan and the Kheru-Ta with their leader… who is not going to be mentioned because I want whatever little surprise I have coming. Please cue insidious laughter…now

So – I am going to do outlines, novels on the weekday and on the weekend, I am going to finish (no, really) editing the first novel The Quietest Heart, I think I have a few pages left and I am going to send it to the beta readers… so I am taking volunteers. Just drop a comment here with an e-mail address and I’ll give you a .pdf of the novel. Speaking of .pdfs – I got a copy of Amy Valenti’s Hidden Heat – I love it! She is one of my favorite writers and definitely worth the time to read her works. I will say this, she does write adult material, so you are now duly warned… or teased, which ever works for you.

I am off to the chicken coop to scare a pre-processed omelet or two. Hope you have a good day, too.



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The Two Hundred Twenty-Fourth Post: The One Where I Am Getting Into the Outline…

First: I am going to give you this link for inspiration.

Second: The outline is coming along…when I can find the time in between calls. Danny (the placeholder name) has been yanked out of his body and is now trying to get back into it. I am getting ready to introduce the idea of the wraiths – people who have lost their bodies and now just exist. Of course, just existing – not having any sort of sensory input beyond the need to return to one’s own body – is a sorry state to be in and I am going to get Danny back to his real body as quickly as possible. I can see a huge distraction coming with that, so I am going to try to nip it in the bud (I also see some good plots for later on, so I am going to table that for later) and keep on the main track of the story. Yeah – that’s a big problem I have: I’ll get started on something, find something cool and expand on that and suddenly what was going to be a one-shot novel has ballooned up to a three trilogy series like a weight-lifter on anabolics (Tyro – I’m looking at you). I am still looking to get the second act done by the end of the week, so I might have to come home from work and scribble some ideas down after the walk rather than sit down and watch Attack on Titan (holy cow that is not for children!). I am still jazzed up about this and Tyro’s story – which will get Nysa in with the chickens today and hopefully end the chapter so I can finally introduce the next character: Looks-Afar the hunda. The hunda are intelligent, telepathic dogs – based off of a story that one of my teachers told the class about Rhodesian ridgeback puppies he was keeping. He set up a toddler pen, but one or two puppies would get out – the walls were higher than they could jump, and there was nothing else in the pen that could be used as a ladder. So he set up a camera in front of the pen and recorded what they did while he was gone. He put the loose puppies back in their pen and rewound the tape and watched it. A puppy would sit at the base of the wall with his back to the others. Another puppy would run up the back of the seated puppy and jump over. That’s right – the puppies were helping each other over the wall. They showed more organizational abilities and planning than most people. I heard that tale and filed it away in the back of my head until I started the second draft of the Tyro novel and I thought it would be nice to have a non-human companion for her: something that doesn’t quite relate to being human like everyone else, but can relate better to the world at large.

I should get to Tyro so I can introduce Looks-Afar. I hope y’all have a good day.

Oh – of note, if you look to the right, you will see that I have put up links to any books that I am selling. With any luck, I am going to have a second link there soon!


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