I write every day whether I like it or not. In about three years I'll stop.
I read a blog that lead me to an article on city people moving to the country and getting scared by the noises at night. These things amuse me. I am sure my behaviors in the big city mirror their reactions in some way so I won’t judge.
What caught my attention was the exploitable bits for writing. We writers look for fish out of water stories, but never consider the ones close to home. I’ll have to spend time thinking about this.
I am anticipating a possible outage tomorrow during the 9th annual Pumpkin Carving Party. I’ve got many things going on that will make it challenging to sit in front of the computer for any length of time. Maybe I should set my alarm?
We’ve been planning for a party here. Thus far I’ve bought $200 dollars worth of food and still have to cook it and buy beer. I’ve half made a train costume for Halloween and need to get that done or be kicked out of “World’s Best Dad” club. Cleaned the house . Cleaned the office. GOt the car in the garage.
I need to mow, sweep, and decide not to do a spiderweb this year–again. Probably ought to shave. I need to wrap presents for the birthday party the next day and maybe I have to get a card, but she’s one so I am not sure on the protocol there.
Hopefully, today will wrap up nicely at work and I’ll be done by mid-afternoon.
I finally dug up my copy of “Robota” by Doug Chiang and Orson Scott Card. Throughout my considerations of “Bringer” that book came to mind nearly every time I tried to picture the main character. I’ve purposefully only skimmed through it now that I have found it to avoid plagiarism. Though I don’t mind the fleeting glimpse to become inspired.
Chiang’s work has inspired me to consider everyday things, but in different scales and in different proportions. Making some animal bigger isn’t all that unexpected, but making an animal bigger by making one of its parts bigger seems to be a good general place to start. So I am going to create a menagerie of sorts.
Nothing super fancy struck me, but I like the idea of a cat with a long tail. A tail that’s twice or three times as long as tails normally are. Could be for over-balance or maybe even prehensile. Even stranger to think it might have been part of the process to domesticate cats. Like there was a reason they were bred.