Okay...I saw yesterday's video of the otters on the Front Page and totally went Awwwwwww!!!.
Hell...only the coldest of hearts would not melt at the sight of otters floating around on their backs holding paws. Yes, Rudy...I'm talking to you.
If I could, I'd sit for hours watching the otters play down at the National Zoo. One time we were there, my roommate's baseball hat fell off due to a gust of wind. Needless to say, that quickly became the otters' play toy for quite a long time.
She never did get it back.
But watching the "devil may care...just gonna have fun" attitude of the otters really has a way of making me smile deep down where it counts in a way that few people have ever been able to connect with.
There's like one person I know who embodies this playful spirit...and as always, I am grateful that she is my best friend. Cause if she weren't, my life just wouldn't be the same.
So...in honor of otters!!!!!!
And in honor of the kittens roving around our feet!!!
And now back to our noveling already in progress...
Who says mysteries have to have a dead body? Much less a murderer?
The questions I keep running into with regards to my mystery/adventure/chick lit/urban fantasy extravaganza keep asking me about my murder...or who finds the body...or what kind of weapon was used.
I don't have a dead body. At least, not yet.
I do have a kidnapped aunt. A missing artifact. And I've finally figured out how my bad guy can trace the call from Italy to the bookstore and is able to track the aunt down and nab her.
And I can tell you that the conversation between my protagonist and the bad guy over his "terms" for getting the aunt back is pretty damn chilly not to mention bristly. The normal appearance of scatter-brained hypertextual thinker shifts gears and focuses...like a blogger on the trail of a diary...on the situation at hand.
I think I've also figured out how to track down the people who traced the call.
Now to trace the verify the "aunt's been nabbed" call. Ostensibly that call will be bounced a few times, but it shouldn't be that hard to snag in order to get a general idea of where she might be.
Now to keep the faerie focused on locating the aunt...a feat worthy of a basket of bread loaves and a barrel of honey.
So what's up with your writing?