Dodgy

Daderot generously provides the image at left of Rodin's The Thinker from outside the Cleveland Museum of Art - in it's damaged condition. Daderot placed the image in the public domain and it is hosted on wikicommons.

In March of 1970, the statue was damaged by a bomb placed at the feet show at left as having been destroyed. The statue is exhibited in its damaged condition.

I never think of my characters as being in "dodgy" places despite the subject matter of my stories. I always place them as being at home amidst the mayhem of their tumult.

Why is that?

Why is it that I think there is little value in the unexpected consequences of life among the ruins of life.

I suspect the answer lies in a lack of appreciable re-write.

Pick up a story you've written from a decade past and - if you can stand it - you'll see things from a new position in your craft.

Sometimes that position represents greater skill at the composition or the grammar or the sparse yet adequate description. Sometimes it is merely in the author's point-of-view.

I'm still curious why I never have a thug with a gun interrupt my story because I certainly place characters in places where it would be a believable outcome.

Maybe I've become comfortable in "dodgy" places and so my stories are comfortable as well.

Walk softly and carry a spare pen.