So my husband was teasing me. I know that is not surprising, but he doesn’t typically get to tease me in this way. You see, I do not tend to use profanity. Actually, I don’t even use it as all, except on those rare occasions when it slips out under duress. Or sometimes to shock my children. Anyhow, he was giving me a bad time because I had used two cuss words in a small story that I had written. It was not a big deal, but I did it because it made sense for the character. That is of course, if sea otters could talk. Continue reading “Lesson 1..Keeping characters real”
This is what happens when you make up stories using the things you see. The fog really made me think of film noir…. and the only other characters around were some otters and a couple of scuba divers. Enjoy!
It was a day like any other day. The fog had rolled in and even the sun couldn’t break
through the gloom. It was early. Like those first moments when you wake up and are caught between the heaven of sleep and the hell of wakefulness. I always tried to get out before they came. Those strange creatures that walk upon the land. With their glowing white skin and strange seaweed hanging from their bodies. Continue reading “Otter Noir…”
Cheryl Mendoza 