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Oscar Bubblewump McGump the third was king of the toads. He ate the most and sang the most and danced from dusk to dawn. He wore a jester’s hat, a silver suit, and shining silver shoes. His woodland court he led from log to pond, swiftly down they swam. By the water’s edge he sat and sang –SNAP, the heron came.

3. favorite POV (first/second/third/etc)When I was a kid, nearly every story I wrote was first person. Lately I've shifted to writing third person limited stories; it lets me focus on a single character at a time, but gives me the flexibility to jump between characters and explore the story from multiple points of view. I’ve only written one or two second person stories, one of which was for a “write a story from the first, second, and third person perspective simultaneously” creative writing assignment. I should try that again, it was an interesting exercise…6. create a character on the spot…. NOW!The potion smells like mothballs and rotted leather, but you remain by the stove, stirring the pot with a long wooden spoon. The recipe calls for eye of newt; you use both hands to open the jar. Your fingers are long, thin, with swollen joints and loose, finely wrinkled skin. They are the hands of a stranger.The stranger stands with a straight back and every hair arranged just-so in a rigid bun, but there is a faint stoop to her neck. Her body is old, failing, and longs for rest. She adds the eye of the newt, the finely chopped wing of bat, she adjusts the heat of the stove. The potions simmers, bubbles, and she pours the thick, brown sludge in a chipped yellow mug. She raises the mug – still hot – to her lips.The pain of the potion burning my mouth, my throat, my gut, does not mask the sweet, cloying taste or the syrupy texture. I slam the mug too sharply on the counter, but it’s hard to see, my vision has gone double, I reach down for the floor, something to hold on to while the world spins. Bile rises in my throat but I keep my lips sealed; I will not give the potion that satisfaction.The woman lies flat on the floor, occasional spasms twisting her limbs this way and that. She arches her back in pain, opens her mouth and roars.At long last it’s over. Unsteadily you rise on four feet, examine your long claws. If there was a mirror you would examine your teeth, your grizzly bear face, but for now you run your tongue over your teeth, testing each sharp point. Your head still aches, your vision is still blurred, but you are large and powerful, hairy and dangerous. You roar again, this time with satisfaction.7. is there a character you love writing for the most? the least? why?I’m working on a short story about a hurricane and an awkward dinner party. Of the cast of 3-5 characters, Ida is the most fun to write because she is amoral and terrible. Spousename, the father, is the least fun because he is so bland and undeveloped that I gave him a migraine and had him take a nap for most of the story. Other characters I enjoy writing include Gwen, Laura3, Laura1, and Rumor. I’m a sucker for magical shapeshifting jerks (Gwen, Rumor) and women who go on adventures (Gwen, Laura3, Laura1).

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