Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck.
There are cases when I’m fooled: a kick, a thrown rock, or just an angry glance, but each time you get a little wiser, and often a biscuit or two.
This time everything seems right; the gentle planting of feet; the smell with a hint of bread. I slowly sneak up on the biped bitch. Yelping.
Finally she turns around and smiles at me:
“Buster — I’ve been looking all over for you”
This week I immediately focused on the dog, it is my first time i think to choose a dog point of view, and also this is a happy little tale I hope, everyone have their discomfort zone, and this Lassie like tale frankly is a little bit too syrupy for my taste. I’m due to hand in my first draft of a story of 4000-6000 words this weekend, and I find writing long is more like work than inspiration, any tip are welcome.
Friday Fictioneers is a great group of inspired and inspiring writers under the skilled supervision of Rochelle Wissoff-Fields who every week gather inspiration from a single picture and write to that.
February 25, 2015