Oh... so this is what fever chills feels like.
So the latest strain going around work brings me a new experience. As I stood on the rim wondering a the Mirror of Heaven it hit me. . .
Oh... so this is what fever chills feels like.
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When a fiction writer posits a situation for which there is no real world example a host of complications presents themselves but also a host of possibilities. This is especially true whenever an author posits a culture, or cultures, that includes sentient predators and prey. Do they all get along in inexplicable harmony with mysterious meat appearing to feed the predators? Do they somehow justify the deaths and work around them? Do they have strict laws governing the eating or prey or are there specific non-sentient species that are allowed to be consumed? Sometimes the predators are the villains, sometimes not. It is a fun and complex exploration that can become slapstick or high philosophy as the story demands. Most insectoid predators are protrayed as evil
So one of the absolute best ways to fit believable fantastic dialogue into your stories is simply listening around you to the conversation that go on all the time in real life. I would have never imagined this is my most fevered dreams!
Botanist #1 returning to the truck: "Well, it looks like there are no mice in the traps today. Good, our seeds are safe." Botanist #2 hands over a mug of tea as #1 gets in: "At least keeping them out of a shed full of bins we don't have to worry about deer." Botanist #1 takes a drink of tea: "This is true." Botanist #3 with supreme confidence: "Memaw never had to worry about deer in her garden." Botanist #2 looks up from her notes as the truck starts to move: "Oh? What did she do?" Botanist #3: "She put peanut butter on her electric fence...and turned it on." Botanist #1 promptly spews tea and laughter all over the interior of the truck. |
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