Pixie!

I only did about 7000 words for the week. I’m actually okay with that. 10,000 was a stretch goal, given how busy last week was. This next week, 10,000 is still a stretch goal, as I’m traveling for the day job.

15376 / 70000

Today, Pixie showed up. Pixie was the name of my mom’s dog, a little black Scottish Terrier. I always wanted to use him in a story, and today, the appropriate place came up.

I loved the stories my mom told of Pixie. My dad said they happened as well.

According to my mom, Pixie was originally named something unimaginative, like Blackie or something. However, they had to rename him.

Pixie would hear someone at the front door, and would sit there, waiting to greet them. He’d then dance around their feet, making little ruffing noises, not quite a bark, as they walked into the house, generally from the living room to the kitchen. My mom said it was kind of like he was telling them about his day, asking about theirs, etc.

The thing was–Pixie would also do this when no one was there.

He’d go sit by the door, as if he’d heard someone outside. Then he’d do his little circling dance through the house, as if following someone who no one else could see.

There are other Pixie stories, but I think that’ll do for now. Yes, I’m a tease. I’m a professional story teller.

And onto the next letter:

Dear secondary character:

You think Pixie is cute.

You have no idea what it means when that strong a guardian shows up.

And you’re going to need his protection, because yes, what’s coming after you really is that bad.

I won’t bother telling you to run. You’ve already made your choice.

Me

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