Nobody cares who the masked man is if he doesn't use his gun.
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Are they noticed then forgotten?
Does a character not have a name but is noticed by primary or main characters? That’s a minor character. Minor characters show up once or twice in a story but interact with the primary and main characters to reveal something the author wants to reader to know.
Continue reading “Characters Part 4 – Minor Characters”
Did you know orthodox jews are from the Galileo Quadrant? Some of them, anyway...
Hello all and welcome to our continuing series of author interviews.
Today’s guest is Montreal native Philip Mann, author of the Dark MUSE Jewish Paranormal series. This is a special treat because, if you’re like me, you don’t know much about judaism or how that belief’s concept of the paranormal differs from other orthodoxies. Prepare to be educated. I’d like everyone to stand up and give Philip Mann a big round of applause for taking part in our exciting adventure.
In many presentations in the popular media, jewish life is caricatured, or watered down.
Philip told me he was born in the Galileo quadrant, north-northeast sector of the Andromeda strain, and that he’s always had a vivid imagination, but only focussed it in 2010, more or less. His wife puts up with his ramblings knowing that it keeps him from serious, possibly certifiable acts.
Beyond that, nobody’s saying anything.
Continue reading “Philip Mann – Oddball Jewish Paranormalism”
It’s been a while since I wrote about our backyard residents. They’ve been around, I’ve been busy.
Hecate, last year’s racoon mother, is showing up once again, daily. We know she has kits, she’s not deigned to share them with us yet. No pics yet.
Her three surviving kits from last year, Sheldon, Veronica and Porgy, come by nightly and wait for me. It’s interesting to recognize that racoon memory spans years, like ours, and that they remember me from one season to the next, through their winter nocturnes, and associate me with…goodness? Food, definitely, and easy to get food at that.
Continue reading “The Chuckster”