Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Narrator

I love my characters, they come to me to tell their stories and once they've finished usually a bittersweet goodbye follows. There are those that stick around, the ones you just know will make a series and this blog entry is about one of those. He's a character I dearly hope makes it to another book. Right now I call him 'The Narrator'. He hasn't told me his name yet, and he is so interesting that it's hard for me to remember to ask for it.

He pops up at the oddest times and begs for me to write more. Yet, all I really know of him so far is what he's told me to help me twine together the tales I wrote for 'Oh, The Humanity'. He tells me of the creatures you'll meet in the book and how they came to find themselves in the positions they inevitably fall into. I could write him for hours and still enjoy his soothing voice.

He is simply the best, well... narrator, I could hope to have. He's made a haunting impact on me, I can't seem to resist him and I can not wait for you guys to make his acquaintance, as well. He is a proper sort of fellow, yet at the same time he has this manner about him that suggests that he could fit in well anywhere at anytime. That feeling might be projecting from either the fact he's dressed in an elegant tuxedo, or the fact he is never without his rusty, bloodstained, and quite well used shovel.

Wherever The Narrator may be at the time, somehow he knows all of the supernatural things going on in all my little worlds and I couldn't imagine having this book without him. Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys have a little peek at my newest favorite muse. I hope you folks like him as much as I do. Well it's back to work for me, he's already whispering in my ear.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The case of the nearly dead turtle.

This morning I came downstairs to find our buddy Turtle Tuck floating facedown in the aquarium. My two boys were standing around the fish tank wondering what happened to their beloved turtle. Quickly, instinct (and nearly a decade and a half of on the job training) took over and I pulled her out of the tank. She was stone cold. 'Aw, crap!' I thought to myself 'She's dead. What do I tell the kids?' Then she started opening her eyes. 'Hallelujah! She is still alive!'
I quickly ran the warm water and when I hit that perfect temprature I began running the water over the back of her shell, keeping her head out of the stream, so she could still breathe. She took a huge gulp of air and I knew she was going to be ok. I had to keep her warm, but she was still too cold to move, so I couldn't just leave her in the sink. Wrapping her in paper towels, I did what any animal person does when they need to care for a sick critter. I bit the bullet and stuffed the turtle down my shirt. The body heat would certainly help and I could most assuredly keep an eye on her as I got breakfast ready for the boys and I.

Yes, I risked being bitten in a very uncomfortable place for our reptilian family member, but it was totally worth it because in ten minutes time, she was doing better and now she is warming up in the sink in warm water and is able to move again. I must say, looking at my sons' happy faces I'm so glad I had the opportunity to do this sort of thing as a career and you would be correct in assuming this wasn't the first time I've had the chance to fall back on my training and save an animal. So that's been my morning...how was yours?

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