Running Up That Hill

The next part of the song goes "with the hounds of love." Kate Bush, "Hounds of Love." Appears on the Album Hounds of Love.

I went to gathering of local writers today and put the touch on a fellow for a little help and perspective. He gave me the push I needed and a clue. I'm delighted.

Now, the story might still be horrendous but I'm not stuck anymore wondering how to approach something in dialogue. So, I owe him. perspective helps.

I'm in the middle of outlining one that has been a bear. Not a real bear: that's another story about an apex predator in therapy. It's one of those suspend-reality bits where some animals - like bears - live among us. Yea, I know it sounds horrendous.  Didn't you read Scrooge McDuck comics as a kid where everyone was a  duck, a bear, a chicken or a dog? Everybody has a grandmother somewhere that would buy them what they did not need.

So, writing away with plot elements dashing about like so many foxhounds. After being stalled for a few days, it feels good to be headed up the hill and so I dash away baying.

I have a copy of Robert Crais' The Monkey's Raincoat here on my desk and I've read a couple chapters. It is an eye-opening experience. I recommend giving it a try. It's got a hook of a different color.


Photo Note:
[ I borrowed the photo. I don't have that many in the pack ( I have one) and needed a plural picture.

If the picture is yours (couldn't find attribution) let me know and I'll send you a Starbucks card.]