The joys of Meerkatting
It's been put to me several times now that the mental imagery delivered by the term 'meerkatting' in The Baggage Handler is spot on. It's the sort of feedback that a writer loves.
I care for the whole story of course (I mean, of course I do, I wrote the damn thing ... the important question is does anyone else?), but there are times when you come up with a concept or a phrase or a sliver of dialogue that you feel a little giddy about.
Something that tickles you pink and you feel guilty about being so happy with because it feels self-indulgent enough to be pathetic.
And yet it happens.
Meerkatting is one of those phrases. The picture explains what it means pretty much precisely.
It's not that important. It's just a thing, you know? But I loved it when I found it, and it seems other people are liking it too.
That, ultimately, is the only reason I write.
I care for the whole story of course (I mean, of course I do, I wrote the damn thing ... the important question is does anyone else?), but there are times when you come up with a concept or a phrase or a sliver of dialogue that you feel a little giddy about.
Something that tickles you pink and you feel guilty about being so happy with because it feels self-indulgent enough to be pathetic.
And yet it happens.
Meerkatting is one of those phrases. The picture explains what it means pretty much precisely.
It's not that important. It's just a thing, you know? But I loved it when I found it, and it seems other people are liking it too.
That, ultimately, is the only reason I write.
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