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He’d had enough.
Although he’d been born on this head, the neighborhood was changing. White, silver and gray hairs were moving in. The whole area was becoming less populated. It used to be that he was shoulder to shoulder with other brown hair shafts; no more. Hairs he’d known since roothood, hairs like Curt, Lee, Manny, Seb, and Montel, were gone. All that remained were the pretty girls on the sides, a few of the unruly boys who lived on the back, and the cowlick kids. But, while he knew of them, he rarely came into contact with them. They were hairs, and like him, but they weren’t really friends.
Migrating to somewhere else was naturally his first thought. He considered the ears but it wasn’t nearly as tidy around the ears. He’d heard that the pubic area was often hot and humid, and hair still thrived there, but was also usually dark. The pubs rarely saw the sun. So, after deep meditation and contemplation about his life, he said good-bye to his follicle and made the leap into the basin.
Catmors
Catmors is the result of a feline jumping or running on an object, such as a bed, sofa or body part, sending vibrations through the surface. Example: “Catmors by his feet awoke Michael. He knew from the subsequent quick gentle steps along the ridge of his legs that Quinn was joining him.”
Writing Past a Problem
Lev’s post mirrors my own. My subconscious mind is often working to further develop characters and ideas. I’ve learned this about myself, and will, as Lev did, let it go from my conscious thinking. The biggest take from this is that I need to avoid trying to overanalyze or think through the problem, because that will often build dams that will stymie me.
by Lev Raphael
Working on my most recently published book, I ran into a significant problem. To move the novel forward, I needed my protagonist to have a confrontation with a minor character. I knew what this woman’s role was in the book and how she drove the plot forward.
But the woman herself was a blank. I had no idea what she looked like, what she sounded like, what kind of house she had. None of that was real. And so I did when I’ve learned to do after many years as an author: I let go. Consciously, that is.
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Today’s Theme Music
I’m still streaming from my childhood years in the Pittsburgh area today. This one came out while I live in Penn Hills. Those days were filled with school and snow activities in the winter, and sports and friends just about every day. When the sun heated the days into the eighties and nineties in the summer, Penn Hills was a gorgeous backdrop to growing up. Baseball was our big thing. With Maz, Steve Blass, Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell, Manny Sanguillen, Richie Hebner, Al Oliver, Manny Alou, and big Dave Parker, the Pirates under Danny Murtaugh had become a force. The Steelers’ emergence remained a few years away.
The era’s music seemed customized for our lives. This song, ‘Psychedelic Shack’, by the Temptations, is from nineteen seventy. The lyrics are easy to learn and the beat carries me like a wave.
Michael Seidel, writer 