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My Hero/Daily Prompt

Who’s your hero? Tell us a story about why that person plays such an important role in your life.

My hero is a character in my first book (now at the editor) Fantastical Trips (probably available this spring, but no promises!). He is a felixitie, a humanoid cat with upright ears, a  fur covered body, but no tail. His face is also feline. He is the head man of his group of felixities, and he is noble of purpose, wise beyond his years, and as gentle a person as you are likely to meet. He resolves conflict, leads communal hugs that transcend the physical, and leads with grace and humor. He assumes everyone is well intentioned until he sees evidence to the contrary, and he speaks badly of no one who doesn’t deserve it.

He is not a weakling, but assertive, without being aggressive. In fact, he is all around good, except with two flaws. He is occasionally arrogant with the testiness that sometimes goes along with it, but he admits his mistakes (mostly). The second flaw can only be found by reading the book (no spoilers here!)

He is not the hero of the book, although he has a rather large role. He is not the hero of the second book (now being written), though again he has a large role. Why, you might ask? Because a hero who is this good in a book is boring and can’t advance the story very well. He supplies humor, observations, reprimands when necessary, and a good companion to others. It’s certainly the role I would like to play in life, but I don’t have all his good characteristics. But this is why I write, so that I can play at being good.

Real life heroes are those like Malala Yousafzai who are willing to sacrifice their lives for worthy causes. She is strong, noble and admirable. But the world is otherwise generally bereft of those characteristics, which is why I live in fantasy.

Let It Snow

This is just going to be babbling, so ignore it if you choose. The snow that came up the east coast on Wednesday into Thursday was joined by some unpredicted snow over Thursday night. That meant I had more snow than I had counted on to clean off my car this morning. And what this has all led me to is the conclusion that the primary reason for my isolation and being a hermit is not indeed because of my depression, but because of the damn weather. There is very little incentive to go out in frigid weather, freezing one’s fingers off trying to clear snow from a car, just to go run errands. With the miracle of the internet, one can easily stay home and have everything delivered.

Ahem, this is pure sophistry. I have workshops and physical therapy to attend to. I must go to the bank on occasion. And there is church, though it is not quite as attractive now that the labyrinth is under enough snow that its trail is harder to discern. The woe is caused by the misery of getting to all these places after the carefree summer. It’s like going to a very strict boarding school after a wild vacation. It’s like having to eat liver cooked to death with onions and mushrooms after having the world’s best hot fudge sundae over the world’s best cookies and cream ice cream. This simile thing is fun. I wonder how many others I can come up with. This is one of the amusing parts of staying at home. One can play with words and symbols and poetical forms with wild abandon. I should tell you that I managed to write a double dactyl that was not snarky or sarcastic but laudatory. Of course the subject was Gandhi, so it wasn’t that hard.


Wunditly, punditly
Gandhi, enlightened one,
Made salt at seaside and
People felt strife

Never religious dis-
Hunger strike sickened him
Gun took his life.

So some good can come from snow after all. Unless of course you all hate the poem.