I am writing this to you because you have agreed to care for Dogs beginning x + 8:00 AM CST on 12/25/11 through (and ending) x + 3:00 PM CST on 12/26/11. (ref “def Term” call at end of writing).
I consider the beforehand agreement a sub-requirement to my main reasoning for this writing. My main reason being: the need for written instructions is an opportunity to write.
My reasons revealed, I will begin my instruction in the care of Dogs:
You are the substitute pack leader. The term leader has been left for you to define (ref “def Term” call at end of writing). You may choose to be a passive leader, a tyrant, loving, or a good leader. The best of these is the good leader. Before giving direction in the choice to define Leader(persona=”good”), I will provide you with the raw information for the care of Dogs:
Filed under Narration, Works
I am proud and anxious to present my first real work of fiction, as an adult.
The story is entitled “Meat” and is about a couple who have been married just long enough to realize the honeymoon is over. The couple, David and Julie, are beginning to see the true nature of one another. The changes are taking their toll more on David than Julie, so David resorts to drinking a bit too much.
Being one of my first works of fiction, I had a really hard time not resorting to just making David into me, so he pretty much is. Julie isn’t so much my wife, but she does have some characteristics. I find Julie is bit more aggressive than my wife. Writing this intro at this moment, I honestly think Julie is probably just me arguing with myself, with a bit of my wife attached.
Enjoy the read and please provide me with some candid feedback. Let me know if something just doesn’t work or is egregiously offensive– whether it be grammatically or just bad storytelling. Thanks.
Ever truly yours,
Filed under Fiction, Works
My son is always collecting some new treasure to bring with him back into our house. I will come home from work and there, on the dining room table, laying on the floor in the living room, or sitting on the coffee table will be the collectable — maybe a stick resembling a gun (to him) or a box I attempted to throw away the other night. I will find the boy and ask him why his subjective treasure is in the house; he has no intelligible response besides “Because.” I explain, again, to him why the thing cannot be in the house and have him take it back outside. Skipping the confrontation and explanation with him and me simply taking the object and throwing it out the back sliding door, I have found, only leads to the thing migrating back into our home. My boy must reason “Why is my thing outside, I think it valuable, it must come back inside with me”, or something similar.