I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
Captain's Log, Stardate 10.27.2009
I’m not known for my neat eating, so the other day, I dropped something on my T-shirt, right in front.
Now, it wasn’t a HUGE mess, just a dime-sized drop. Okay, maybe a quarter sized drop.
Captain Caffeine looks at it in dismay. “You’ve got something on your T-shirt.”
“I know, I spilled something.” Not a surprise. “I think it’s caramel sauce.”
The Captain eyes the brown dot. “Wait, is that my T-shirt?”
“No, I pulled it out of my drawer.”
“I think it is my T-shirt.” He looks at the tag. “X-Large. It is my T-shirt!”
“It was in my drawer so I thought it was mine.”
“Don’t you check the size when you put on a shirt?”
“No, because you gave me some of your T-shirts to wear.”
“I didn’t give you that one.”
I shrug. “You must have put it in my laundry basket and I washed it and put it in my drawer.”
“It could have fallen out of my hamper into your laundry basket.”
I sniff. “I am not responsible for laundry droppage.”
I’m not known for my neat eating, so the other day, I dropped something on my T-shirt, right in front.
Now, it wasn’t a HUGE mess, just a dime-sized drop. Okay, maybe a quarter sized drop.
Captain Caffeine looks at it in dismay. “You’ve got something on your T-shirt.”
“I know, I spilled something.” Not a surprise. “I think it’s caramel sauce.”
The Captain eyes the brown dot. “Wait, is that my T-shirt?”
“No, I pulled it out of my drawer.”
“I think it is my T-shirt.” He looks at the tag. “X-Large. It is my T-shirt!”
“It was in my drawer so I thought it was mine.”
“Don’t you check the size when you put on a shirt?”
“No, because you gave me some of your T-shirts to wear.”
“I didn’t give you that one.”
I shrug. “You must have put it in my laundry basket and I washed it and put it in my drawer.”
“It could have fallen out of my hamper into your laundry basket.”
I sniff. “I am not responsible for laundry droppage.”
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I love your characters...I'm clumsy too.
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