It was tense.
Tense is important for writers. Unfortunately, a lot of us get it wrong. That’s because tenses are a bit tricky to use.
Zuru is digging himself a den. Jett is sitting on the porch, watching the fox dig. The .22 is nearby, just in case a wolf decides that it is prime time to take revenge for Wolf’s death. Zuru’s paws are still wrapped in bandages, and Jett worries he will have to wash the wounds again before the day is out. Zuru doesn’t mind; were he strong enough to take a human form, he would probably suggest a mutual bath. Since he is not, however, he will settle for being fox-handled.
He has dug a fair-sized hole, for the earth is pliable. Still, he is not necessarily pleased with it, as he’d feel rather more comfortable if he had two or three alternate exits. Jett is apparently displeased with Zuru’s den-digging zeal and hauls the fox up out of his new foxhole.
Brody Parsons is a sophomore student, in his second year in sports marketing. He’s part of the swim team, and one of the students who makes it to Worlds.
“Are you a pantser or a plotter?”
Zuru runs like he’s never run before. His tails are straight out behind him, counterbalancing him as he weaves back and forth through the foliage. Occasionally, he wags them, scattering his scent.
The dogs are still gaining on him, however. Their baying rings in his ears, even as he lays them down flat.
I was bouncing around the ‘net the other day and stumbled across a submissions call from a publisher. Curious, I clicked the link. Scrolling through the post, I saw they described their need for novels as “low,” yet their need for short stories and novellas as “high.”
My first thoughts? “Oh honey, no.”
The weather has turned colder. Frost is upon the window panes. The sun is still bright, the afternoons warm, but there’s a spice, a chill in the air that speaks of the seasons turning, changing, of time moving ever onward …
That means it’s time for a fall to-do list.