Varmints and writing
October 5, 2011 § 11 Comments
My mother hates squirrels because the outrageous varmints rob her garden in their narcissistic quest to keep from starving. I picture her at night, hovering her crops Mission-Impossible-style, supported by wires, gathering information. Some of her anti-squirrel tactics have been adopted by the Navy SEALS and Interpol. When I visited her last summer, I ordered some squirrel statues from Amazon and placed them covertly among her precious crops. Later that morning I heard the satisfying blast of her shotgun. The images you created with your writing are the squirrels that you put in your reader’s garden. The object is always to make those squirrels seem real as possible.