I flew a wide circle around the meadow at the writing cabin. After Lisa’s explosives incident, I tried to be careful.
She used the forks on the tractor to maneuver a section of our survival bunker into the hole. I took it as being safe to land. She came over the speaker in my gyrocopter. “Coffee is all ready. I’ll be in after I get this section in place.”
I touched down, moved onto the elevator, and lowered everything into the basement. No sense risking my ride if Lisa wasn’t finished blasting.
I decided to move into the paranormal office, since the sound of heavy equipment was closer to the other wall. Doubt, the raven, flew into the room and accompanied me. I smirked at him and said, “Sorry dude, I’m writing micro-fiction today.”
He glared at me like I brought his daughter home late.
I spent a couple of hours on micro-fiction. I managed about 1700 words, but it wasn’t easy with Doubt glaring at me.
The biggest problem is a stylistic issue. What do you do when your character is speaking, and all that comes out of her mouth is guttural grunts and growls? It’s important to get her viewpoint, but we also need to know what gets heard. I have an idea involving italics, and quotations. I won’t share the story until October, so maybe something else will come to me.
Lisa came in with questions. “How are you going to furnish this bunker after I assemble everything?”
“You’re going to have to leave out the last section. Then load up all the furniture, food, and stuff before you attach the last piece. We don’t want to carry too much down the ladder, and beds and such won’t fit.”
“I think you’re a month out. I need to wire and plumb everything, plus you’ll need high speed internet and all the bells and whistles.”
“No problem. My story characters might have to live under harsh conditions, but there’s no reason we have to. You’ll need to seal it against moisture, then bury it.”
“Yeah, with all that fresh earth out there, one of the sabretooths came off the mountain and did what cats do in fresh earth.”
“You’re a trooper. I’m sure you’ll figure out whatβ”
The front door burst open, and we went to see what happened.
Lorelei, the Muse, stood framed in the doorway. Sunlight backlit her brunette hair and formed a halo around her face. I always assumed it was some kind of goddess trick. She wore a short summer dress and wedge shoes. She spread her arms and said, “Buongiorno!”
Lisa squealed and ran to hug her. “Where have you been lately?”
“I took a vacation. It looked like you guys had enough to do with the Yak Guy. Today, I’m here to check on your next projects.”
“Oh, cool, I can give you a tour of the bunker.”
“I peeked at it. It doesn’t look like there’s much there yet.”
I stepped forward. “There will be. Lisa has some nice ideas to decorate it, and I’ll make sure it’s functional.”
“Thank God. I was afraid you were going to decorate it.” She reached onto the porch and produced a large box. “I brought you a present. It looks like you’re getting prepared to write Estivation, but I don’t want you to forget about The Hat.” She sat the box on the coffee table and removed the lid with a flourish.
An old grey fedora sat inside, and a whiff of mothballs caught my attention. I eased closer, and the dents in the crown narrowed like eyes, and the crown of the hat formed eyebrows above them. “Hey, how’s it going?” the hat asked.
“Um, fine.” I looked at Lorelei. “You really weren’t kidding about this were you?”
“I never kid when it comes to inspiration.”
“What am I going to do with him?”
“Please, you’ve done this before. Talk to him. Spend some time together, then write his story.”
“But what about Estivation?”
“These are both supposed to be novellas, remember? You can probably work on them together. When you burn out on one, take up the other.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” the hat said. “I’m pretty sure the robot chick will too.”
I put my hand around my beard. What had I gotten myself into this time?
Lisa hooked her thumbs in her tool-belt and rose to her toes. “I will too, I always do.”
Lorelei said, “Lisa, I heard you ordered some hats in preparation for this one. Let’s go see what you bought.”
“Fun! Come upstairs and we can try them all on.”
The girls headed upstairs. That looked like the end of construction for the day. I looked at the hat. “What now?”
“Traditionally, I go on your head. Then Lorelei tells me you have a paranormal office. Let’s go take a look.”
I plopped the fedora on my head. “Fine, but I need more coffee for this.”
“Oh, none for me, thanks. Never touch the stuff.”
This could be a crazy Fall, and Winter.
“He glared at me like I brought his daughter home late.” Best line ever. π
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Thanks, I appreciate it.
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I thought so too…
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Thank you. Thanks for sharing the post.
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Very entertaining. Thanks, Craig
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It’s time to gear up for the new wave. Glad you enjoyed it.
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I guess it is.
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Talking hats with faces can be really good or really bad. It’s never in the middle. Good luck with him. At least he’s not a giant sombrero that would get caught in the doorway. Good question about a character that talks in grunts and groans. My only advice would be to not forget about body language and facial expressions. Those can be a boon when you can’t use exact words.
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This guy could be virtually every kind of headgear you can imagine. Even he doesn’t know that yet, but my main character will test him. Think symbiotic relationship ala Venom.
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Awesome. Though I was always more of a Carnage fan. π
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Love this! Best wishes on the new projects.
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Glad you enjoyed this. It’s getting time to start new things.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Personally, I prefer a more solitary situation, too much going on just distracts me! But more than envious of your relationships, as you all seem to have so much fun!
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Great post… Very entertaining!
Good luck with your new projects when you start working on them.
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It won’t be long now.
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Some very Raymond Chandler-esque lines in there. Nice.
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I’ll bet you look quite impressive in a fedora, Craig.
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I own about four, plus two Panama kind. I own a lot of hats. Worn them since I was just a kid.
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Trips to the writing cabin are always entertaining π
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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That was indeed entertaining. Some good zingers in there, and I think I love the talking hat — quite droll. π
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I think I love him too. Hope I do him justice.
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best wishes.
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Thanks, and thanks for looking around.
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