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 ...
Flashlight, that is.
For years I’ve been teasing Captain Caffeine about how he likes to collect flashlights. And not the Maglights or anything so paltry as that. He likes the super expensive, heavy-duty, burn-your-eyesight-out flashlights.
I keep teasing him about how many he has, because really, you can only use two flashlights at a time, one in each hand.
But last night I dropped a glass and it shattered on our floor. No, no one was hurt, but we had to clean up the shards. The big ones were easy, but then we had to make sure all the tiny splinters were picked up so that our dog wouldn’t accidentally cut her feet on them.
So the Captain breaks out his newest acquisition, an LED flashlight the size of can of soup that’s as bright as an outdoor floodlight. And he started panning the floor and the carpets, CSI-style.
Needless to say, there’s a reason the CSI teams on TV use flashlights to find their evidence. The can of soup flashlight picked up several glass shards we hadn’t seen.
So now I really can’t complain about Captain Caffeine’s flashlight collection.
For years I’ve been teasing Captain Caffeine about how he likes to collect flashlights. And not the Maglights or anything so paltry as that. He likes the super expensive, heavy-duty, burn-your-eyesight-out flashlights.
I keep teasing him about how many he has, because really, you can only use two flashlights at a time, one in each hand.
But last night I dropped a glass and it shattered on our floor. No, no one was hurt, but we had to clean up the shards. The big ones were easy, but then we had to make sure all the tiny splinters were picked up so that our dog wouldn’t accidentally cut her feet on them.
So the Captain breaks out his newest acquisition, an LED flashlight the size of can of soup that’s as bright as an outdoor floodlight. And he started panning the floor and the carpets, CSI-style.
Needless to say, there’s a reason the CSI teams on TV use flashlights to find their evidence. The can of soup flashlight picked up several glass shards we hadn’t seen.
So now I really can’t complain about Captain Caffeine’s flashlight collection.
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