6b. Daisy Hops On
The Edit: Okay, I know you guys wanted new posts, but something was wrong with the formatting, and in order to fix it, I had to lose the tags, which meant losing the italic thought and re-doing it, and I just couldn’t see re-doing it if I was gonna just change it anyway. So my apologies, but it is a small edit. Now, your opinion - how does it read with Bailey in regular quotes? I kinda like it.
Daisy stopped on the stretch of grass behind the Ancient History building, put her purse and the ceramic bottle on the ground and sat. She pulled her busted sandal off her foot and held the broken heel to it, checking for some kind of something - a nail, a screw, a piece of chewing gum, something – she could use just to get home, because walking on one heel while being attached to Bailey was likely to get them both killed. Seventeen pounds of Jack Russell was like fifty pounds of any normal kind of dog, and she was taking no chances of getting knocked on her ass in front of one of the campus buses. Those guys stopped for nothing.
She was fiddling with the heel when Bailey jumped up, put his paws on her knees and licked at her face.
“Ew, gross, Bail,” she said, pushing him away. “Just let me fix this, okay? Then I’ll… I don’t know. Pet you or something. Okay?”
Bailey tried to lap at her face again.
“Come on, Bail, knock it off,” she said, then remembered Jamie’s words from class. If Bailey’s the alpha, you’re in trouble. She sat up straighter and spoke in firm, alpha-dog tones. “Bailey. Sit.”
Bailey sat. His tail was still wagging, making his seated hind end shuffle back and forth on the grass, but he sat.
“Holy crap.”
“Can I get up now?”
“No.” She went back to her heel, which had broken clean off. No nail. No screw. What the hell had held it on in the first place? Damn. “This’ll teach me to buy shoes in a store that sells rice by the bushel.” She grabbed the good sandal to see if she could get any clues what was holding that one together–
“Rice. Like rice. Yummy rice.”
Daisy’s grip tightened on the good sandal.
“What?” she whispered.
“Make rice for Bailey.”
“Oh, god,” she breathed. She’d heard that. Not sensed it or imagined it like she’d told herself about the voices in the class; she was actually hearing words, a voice inside Bailey’s barks. Weirder still, the voice was low and simple, like a bouncer’s. It was lot of voice for such a tiny dog.
Except dogs didn’t have voices, because dogs couldn’t talk.
She shifted her focus to Bailey without moving her head. He was still sitting. Panting and obviously anxious to move, but sitting.
Just like she’d told him to.
“Bailey?” she whispered, leaning slightly toward him. “You can’t talk to me. If I hear you talking, that means I’m crazy, and I have no room in my schedule for crazy.”
Bailey barked. “Daisy not crazy.”
“Oh, holy crap!” Daisy screamed and shot up. Bailey shot up as well, hopping straight up in the air, repeating the same thing on each hop.
“Crap! Crap! Crap!”
She felt a snap in her hand and looked down to see the good sandal in two pieces, split down the middle. “What the hell…?”
“Hello?” The voice came from behind her, and Daisy twirled to see Jamie the trainer walking toward her. “I heard a scream.” His face registered surprise, then he said, “Well, hello. Again.”
Of course, she thought. Of course my mental breakdown would occur in front of the cute dog trainer.
Daisy swallowed. “Um. Spider. Saw a spider. Not a fan.”
Jamie walked over to the patch of grass where she was standing and glanced around.
“Was it a big spider?”
“No,” she said. “Just an… unsettling spider. A terrifying, but possibly imaginary, spider. I think it’s gone now.” She tightened her hold on Bailey’s leash, then knelt down to pick up her purse and — her whole body relaxed as she saw it — the ceramic bottle.
Of course. She wasn’t crazy, she was gonzo on doggy class hooch. Thank God.
“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” She straightened up. “Sorry if I startled you. It’s been a weird night and I think maybe I drank too much.”
“Drank too much, too much, too much,” Bailey said as he hopped.
Jamie laughed. “He’s really worked up about something, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Daisy said, then shot a warning look to Bailey. “And he must stop.”
“Okay.” Bailey said, then stopped. Daisy turned the bottle in her hands, searching for a label. “This stuff has got to be… what? Seventy, eighty proof?”
“There’s no alcohol in that,” Jamie said.
“There’s not?” She glanced down at Bailey. “Are you sure?”
“I think it’s just Kool-Aid, although you have to give her points for presentation with the bottles.” He motioned toward the broken sandal in her hand. “Bad night for shoes, huh?”
“Yeah. I guess.” Daisy stuffed the sandal pieces into her purse. “Hey… is there any chance I could get you to give us a ride home? I didn’t think to bring an extra pair of shoes.”
“Wish I could help, but I walked, too,” he said. “You can have my shoes if you want.”
Daisy laughed, but Jamie looked like he was half-serious, so she just said, “If my feet fit in your shoes, I think that’d be bad for both of us. Thanks anyway. So I guess I’ll see you… what? Thursday?”
“Wait.” Jamie’s hand grazed her arm. “I can walk you home. Where do you live?”
“Um.” Daisy blinked. “On-on L Street, but you don’t have to–”
“I’m on 5th. You’re right on my way.” He offered his elbow, like out of a Cary Grant movie, and Daisy felt the powerful urge to play Katharine Hepburn. Which was ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as being barefoot and hearing her dog talk, so grading on a curve, she was doing okay. She gave him the bottle to hold for her and tucked her hand in the crook of his arm. As she did, it was almost like everything in the world popped with life and color. The grass was greener, the dusky sky was a brighter purple, and her body felt light and happy and warm in all the right places.
“Thank you,” she said as they started on their way. “It’s nice of you to walk me home.”
“It’s a nice night,” he said. “I like walking at night.”
Bailey hopped up and twirled. “I like him.”
“Me, too,” Daisy said. They made their way across the rolling green of campus, the grass lightly tickling her feet, keeping them cool, making her feel powerful and connected. She made a mental note: Walk barefoot more often.
“So, Daisy, what do you do aside from taking in stray dogs and being hell on shoes?” Jamie asked, cutting into the silence.
“I write website code for the human resources department at the college.”
“Really? Wow. That sounds… structured.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s great. If so much as one digit is out of place, everything falls apart.”
Jamie did a half-laugh, half-cringe. “Sounds like Dante’s fifth circle.”
“No, it’s cool. See, if something’s wrong in the code, I can find the answer, because I know it’s in there somewhere, that one little detail. In code, I can fix everything.” She glanced at Bailey, who was snapping in the air at something that wasn’t there. A hint of desperation crept into her happiness, and she blocked it, looking up at Jamie. “So, how long have you been training dogs?”
Jamie checked his watch. “About an hour and a half.”
“Really? That was your first class?”
“Yeah. I’m something of a freelancer. It gives me flexibility so I can concentrate on my music.”
“You’re a musician? Really?”
He laughed and shook his head, looking a little embarrassed. “Depends on how you define musician. I write songs. Play when I can. The rest of the time, it’s odd jobs to pay the rent. Kami’s kind of a friend of the family, and she’s got solid funding, so I figured, why not?”
They moved closer as they cut through a line of buckeye trees, and there they were at L Street, almost home. Despite the fact that she walked L Street umpteen times a day, Daisy found herself suddenly awed by its colorful strip of storefronts and bars, its streetlights just starting to break into the haze of dusk. How could she have lived there so long, and never noticed how pretty it was?
“Okay,” she said, “as long as we’re talking about Kami, I have to ask - what is her story?”
Jamie stopped short at the sidewalk and handed her the bottle, then turned his back to her and lowered down a bit. “Hop on.”
Bailey jumped up in the air. “Hop on, hop on, hop on!”
She waved at Bailey quickly to shut him up, but kept her eyes on Jamie. “What?”
He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Piggyback. Let’s go.”
“Oh, no, I can’t–”
Jamie straightened and turned to her. “This is a bar street in a college town. The sidewalk is made of broken beer bottles. You’re going piggyback.”
“I can’t–”
“Do you trust me?”
“Well, that’s a ridiculous question. I just met you. How can I trust you?”
Jamie laughed. “That’s what trust is. Believing in someone without knowing.” He lowered his head, looked her in the eye. “Stop thinking. Go with your instinct, and I swear, I won’t be offended. Just ask yourself: Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she said automatically, surprising herself. But when she didn’t think, the answer whirled within her, unmistakable as a gale-force wind. Yes.
Jamie’s smile widened and her heart quickened and Bailey flew up in the air and barked, “Yippee!!!”
She handed Bailey’s leash to Jamie, then took the bottle in one hand as she grabbed onto his shoulder with the other and crawled onto his back. She tightened her legs around his hips and he straightened, bouncing her into place and…
“Hoo boy,” she said as the sensations shot through her. She had a flash fantasy of throwing Jamie back on the grass under the Buckeye trees and…
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she squeaked, then cleared her throat. “Yeah. I’m fine. I, um, live just at the corner.”
Jamie started down the street and on each movement, each breath, a fresh wave of pure want shot through her. The energy pooled within her, tightening in her abdomen, and everything around her seemed to pop and crackle. They crossed the street just as a warm summer wind shot down the street, taking a handful of colorful flyers from the hands of a woman who cursed and chased after them, helpless to rein them in from the hands of nature. The colors dancing on the air made Daisy feel woozy, and she tightened her grip on Jamie, which made her feel woozier.
They passed by a car and Bailey must have bumped into it or something, because a loud, rhythmic alarm went off, bursts of sound matching the pacing of her heart, her breath, her desire. The heat rode up her legs, her core, to her face and she took in a deep breath of air just as Jamie bounced her again on his hips to get a better hold of her.
“Oh, hey,” Daisy said, gripping the cool bottle, anchoring herself to it and to Jamie, holding on to what control she had left. God, I’ll do anything, just don’t let me come while piggybacking the cute dog trainer.
And then, finally, they were at her corner, and Jamie stopped at the entrance to the Jeff, the coffeeshop she lived over.
“All right,” he said. “Where to?”
“Here’s fine,” Daisy squeaked.
He angled his head toward her. “You live at the Jeff?”
“Kinda. The apartment upstairs.”
“Yeah?” He settled her down gently on the sidewalk, and the warm cement shot another wave of sensation through her body. She glanced at the bottle in her hand. She didn’t care what Jamie said; that stuff was definitely spiked.
“You know,” she said quickly, “Gracie’s having an open mic night here tomorrow night.”
Jamie looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah. Seven o’clock. You should bring your guitar.”
“Sounds fun.” He paused for a second. “If I do, will you come?”
There’s a good chance. “Sure.”
“Okay, then. Tomorrow at seven it is.” He waved goodbye to Bailey and a moment later, he’d disappeared around the corner. Daisy leaned against the cool brick behind her, then pulled the cork out of the bottle and took another swig.
“Careful,” Bailey said in an unusually protective growl.
She glanced down at him. If she didn’t know better, she’d say his eyes were almost wary. For a moment, she entertained the thought that they’d switched bodies, that somehow all of Bailey’s fun and chaos had gone into her, and her worry and apprehension had gone into him. But that was ridiculous. It was the hooch, making everything seem brighter, louder, happier. And for once in her life, just this once, she decided to give into it. Everything would be fine. She was sure of it. In the morning, she wouldn’t be drunk anymore, and all would be back to normal. For tonight, though, she was going to enjoy herself.
Still, Bailey’s tail had stopped wagging altogether, and that wasn’t a good sign. She popped the cork back in the bottle.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll pace myself. Now let’s go in and tell Gracie she’s hosting an open mic night tomorrow before I sober up.” She pushed the door open, and Bailey hesitated for a second before his tail wagged and he darted in, nearly knocking her off balance, and returning the world to its natural order.
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I love the ‘coming while piggybacking’ part;) and broken shoes, and open mic letting know part… well, I guess I like all of it:D
I have to say, Daisy really thought fast on her feet - open mike night! And Bailey is even cuter when he talks.When he said “Crap! Crap! Crap!” in time with his jumping, it was a great visual.
Just what I needed on a dreary Monday morning. Thanks Lani.
Bailey is so cute. Like a little three-year old - obsessive ADD “Is it time? Is it time? Is it time? Oh, look, there’s a COW!”
And I love how arousal heightens their powers. It was fun reading the subtle chaos spawned by Daisy’s piggyback ride.
I liked Bailey’s voice and the fact that he takes Daisy’s offhand thought about rice as an opportunity to ask for a meal. Jamie was a little different than I thought he would be. He somehow seemed younger than he had in the earlier chapter. But he’s still appealing. Maybe BOth Daisy and Jamie are younger than I first pictured them.
I’m glad you guys are enjoying it! It was a fun scene to write.
Sheagal - just out of curiosity, how old did you think Jamie was in the opener? And how old here? If he’s coming across differently, I’ll need to fix that.
Good thing I waited to read this at lunch. My bursts of delighted giggles would have demanded an explanation, and somehow, I just don’t see the big tough contractors taking me seriously after hearing about talking dogs and electric kool-aid.
Is it bad that I wanted to join Bailey in his leaping? You’re right, Lani, his joy and energy are contagious.
Lani, since you asked. And if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have noticed. How can he know about dog pressure points if he’s been a trainer for only 1 1/2 hours?
He seems more mature in #2 than in #6 because of his dog knowledge. I’d guess 30-35 in #2 and 22 in #2 (doesn’t have a job yet, does guitar stuff; so is probably just out of college). Also a 30-35 wouldn’t do the spiffy jump-on-my-back trick.
GP - some 30-35s might do the “jump on my back” thing - it’s only after 35 that the body really starts to deteriorate. It’d really depend on his backstory: if he has nieces or nephews or had younger sisters growing up he’d be more likely to think of it. Not quite as romantic and gallant as the Rhett Butler gesture (but not as hard on the back, either), but better than the fireman’s carry.
I think, anyway.
He was surrounded by sisters growing up. Heh heh heh, I know the back story.
God, I love this book.
So here’s something we’ve been discussing:
The dogs talk. It’s not telepathy. In the beginnning Wolfie talked and Matilda and Bailey used telepathy, but we decided to go for talking because it’s funnier. But they’re still dogs. So we need to write this differently and what we decided to was use italics AND quotation marks. Which we then all forgot so Lani’s going to do another pass here so it’s conversation.
What do you think?
Holy crap. Yeah, that’s all I got. Except can I have Jamie? Who knew a piggyback ride could be so hot.
Don’t suppose you could use a different font for each dog? No, too complicated. But yes, I think italics and quotation marks are a good idea. Reading the scene, I did assume Bailey was communicating by telepathy.
The dogs talk.
So, to clarify this in my mind, the average person would hear barks, growls, whines, etc.
On the other hand, Daisy, Abby, Shar and co. hear words rather than (or in addition to) the normal doggish sounds?
Right.
Think of it as overhearing a foreign language. There are sounds, but you don’t know what they mean. And since the sounds are coming from dogs, you assume it’s not speech.
Whereas anybody who’s ever owned a dog knows it is, they just don’t speak Dog. Except Abby, Daisy, and Shar do.
Lani - I thought pretty much as Gatorperson. In the early chapter, I was thinking that Jamie was somehow in his early or mid-thirties. Maybe a little older. But in this chapter he seem in his twenties. I think it is the succession of day jobs, particularly the pizza. Seems like something a younger guy would have more patience with. I would think an older guy might do handyman work, or seasonal construction, or bartending at a friend or relative’s place. Still the proverbial “day job”, but a little more stable.
The piggyback thing also seemed young. Not just that he has the back for it, that didn’t worry me. It’s a pretty logical way to carry someone, as long as their legs are not to long. But something about the way he suggest it seems young. I’m sorry to be so vague.
Loved the Dante’s fifth circle, by the way.
Definitely italics and quotation marks for when the dogs talk. And, yes, talking is funnier than the telepathy. Particularly since everyone but Daisy & co. just hear one side of the conversation.
I was wondering if Jamie could hear/understand Bailey and wasn’t that embarassing for Daisy? But, is it that each dog can only be understood by its person? Or is it by any goddess/priestess etc.?
I love Jamie, too. Seems like a good match for cautious Daisy.
love it, my read is both are in early to mid 20’s, which i got from his work background. love bailey too.
our big talker here is fellie o’knee she will sit on the bathroom sink edge, tap me on the shoulder as i sit, then won’t stop till i turn on the tap to a gentle flow, whereby she sticks her head totally in, to sip from the water at the drain. course, there is water flow on the top of her head. which she ignores. really funny.
Hmmm. Interesting. Both Daisy and Jamie are in their early thirties. Jamie’s a very free spirit, so that’s why he lives the way he does. I’ll tweak a bit, but he lives very young. He’s just at the point where he’s getting too old for that lifestyle, and Daisy helps him grow up a bit. In turn, he loosens her up, so it should be fun watching that transition. I’ll be sure to get their ages on the page, though.
Jamie can’t understand the dogs, although he is really, naturally, good with them. As far as the ear-rubbing goes… hell. I knew it, and I’m not dog trainer, I don’t even have a dog. So I think, given his family, he would know that.
I’m keeping the piggy-back thing, though. A guy in his early-thirties would do that, I think. Especially a guy like Jamie. Yowza!
Definately keep the piggyback thing, it’s hot and the whole praying to not have an orgasm is beyond funny.
I see Jamie as about mid-20s, also saw him as that in the first scene he was in. And if he is and Daisy is early thirties, so what? I like the age difference idea.
Loved the “Daisy not crazy” line. It just fits in so many ways. Also loved Bailey’s voice.
Piggyback? Yummy.
And why does it matter if the dogs “talk” versus telepathy? The result is the same, isn’t it? Shar, Daisy and Abby hear the dogs and realize they’re talking to them. Does it have to be verbal instead of just their heads? Just my .02
Lani - Thanks. The age things makes sense to me now. And, by all means, keep the piggyback. I’d hate to see that scene go, it was great.
I read a fair amount of fantasy and, while it is occasionally fine, telepathic connections with animals (including dragons or familiars) is frequently very annoying to me. Especially if there are typographical conventions used such as s or **s, instead of quotation marks. It’s a pet peeve, but I have been known to put a book back on the shelf because of it. I would much rather the goddesses suddenly become able to understand Dog.
I think it’s a lot more concrete and therefore disconcerting if they actually talk. Basically, we all think we know what our dogs are thinking. But actually hearing the words is a whole new ballgame.
So I’m the one who fought for dogs talking.
Lani’s the one who fought for the Kool-aid all being the same color but tasting different to each woman. And then we had to figure out the tastes. The Sunday night chat was fun.
Right; it is interesting that they actually talk. But what does the talking sound like to other people? Just barks? We haven’t sorted that out yet, have we? I think they’re normal dog sounds.
As far as the italics/quotations… I’m still stumped on how to get that across. Italics alone indicate telepathy. Italics with quotation marks feels like shouting to me. Quotation marks alone don’t feel special enough. We’re already using an alternative font for the God speak. Although, I have to say, I think I’m leaning toward quotes and an alterna-font.
Ooooh, the typesetters are going to hate us…
We try just quotes.
That might actually have more impact because it makes the dogs just like people. Which is how the Three are going to see them as other people. Hmmmm.
Love Jamie. But then what’s not to love about a guy who can make you come from a piggyback?
If the dogs are indeed talking to their people, then I say just do it like regular dialogue. We’ll get it because the tag is ‘Bailey said’ and Daisy would react the same way:
“Bailey?†she whispered, leaning slightly toward him. “Please tell me you can’t talk to me. Tell me I’m not crazy. I can’t afford to be crazy.â€
You can always explain how other people hear the dogs with a line or two with An Innocent Bystander.
First, this is a very fun scene and I like it a lot. And I’m 34. I know people (men and women) my age, older, and younger who would ABSOLUTELY give a pretty woman a piggy back ride. It’s not too young, but it is young at heart. (And brings back memories of the fun days of ex boyfriend D.)
1 error: When Daisy talks back to Bailey saying “Me too” Jaime somehow doesn’t hear it and asks “What do you do, daisy?” despite standing right next to both dog and Daisy.
But I’m not sold on Bailey reading minds. I’d rather have him respond to speech. Here’s why: In the whole pre-rice comment, I’d have imagined Bailey would want to eat the sandal or bubblegum. Rice might be his particular favorite, but if Daisy muttered something about a shoe store shouldn’t sell rice, then *rice* would be the last word of the sentence and have some emphasis. Bailey’s attention span doesn’t seem long enough to deal with paragraphs so teasing “rice” out of that jumbled thought as the important item seems unlikely to me. (Have you seen a samoyed tear into a pack of Bubblicious?)
Anyhow, I think all your Bailey-Daisy dialogue appears possible as speech. The thought reading doesn’t really work for me. But it won’t stop me reading the blog because despite my griping, it’s fun, and this scene makes me happy.
Don’t worry, Otter - in the next revision of the scene, there will be no mind reading. That’s a vestige from before. I think you’re totally right about the rice thing, and it’ll be funnier if Daisy says it out loud, and also kind of sweet that she’s starting to talk to Bailey and rely on him emotionally.
The “Me, too” was read both ways - as a response to Jamie’s “I like walking at night,” thing and Bailey’s “I like him.” I’ll try to clear that up, too.
These are small things; do you guys really want the scene re-posted entirely so you can compare? Or do I just revise this one?
Um… as you can see, I just revised. Sorry. I’ll do it right next time, I pinky swear.
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It took me a second to get this when I read it. My first thought was the same as Otter’s, but I figured that couldn’t be it and went back and re-read to get that the response worked for both comments. I liked it in the end, but it was confusing for just a moment.
OK, I was trying to quote Lani’s line about the “Me, too” being read both ways, but the comments didn’t like my double less-than signs to offset the comment. Oops.
Oooh, phooey comments. I knew what you were talking about, Jenifer.
That bugs me about the “Me, too.” I must find a way to fix. All of the beta readers got it and loved it without me having to spell it out, so I thought I was safe. Poo.
That’s one of my faves because it’s so subtle. Rats.
I got the “me too” line and liked it.
I like that you’re changing the dogs reading minds, it should be conversational. And it is endearing to think of these women just talking away with their dogs.
I’m not sure I’m diggin’ Jamie. OK, I don’t like the “concentrate on my music” line. Ugh, “my music” it gave him an ick factor. I can’t put what I want to say into words, so it isn’t helpful just sort of critical, but I know I really like Jamie in the dog class, and in this scene I was happy to see him, then not as much. I did like the trust sequence though, it was very genuine, especially after Daisy reveals her affection for code and process.
“That’s one of my faves because it’s so subtle. Rats.”
I really liked it too, once I got it. Maybe it’s OK to have that momentary confusion for those of us who don’t get it instantly.
I like the “Me, too” as is–it works.
Also, I like Bailey with dialogue now, but I would put a tag or action line in with the first one or two lines of his dialogue, so we’re clear it’s Bailey talking. He can hop or bark or lick himself, but just so we know that line of dialogue is attached to him.
To other humans, the dogs sound like Scoobydo when he almost speaks but not actual words. To the goddess-designates, it is real speech.
I dreamed most of the night about ‘yummy, yummy, yummy’ and ‘biscuit, Wolfie, biscuit.’ It will teach me to not read these late at night before bed.
I get the talking dog thing. It’s like being around someone with a strong accent. Once you get used to the rythym it clicks and you understand them just fine. But a newcomer might not. Hey I have entire conversations with my cat so this is no stretch for me.
Dialogue …
have you considered a combo of small caps and italic? Small caps would emphasize the voice while the italics, which are often used to show thought, would indicate that the voice isn’t audible to everyone.
Jamie’s age. I figure in the first scene he is in professional mode, an authority figure, so that makes him seem older than he is.
Roman caps/small caps is God Speak, which we can’t show on this blog but which shows up in the docs we’re working on.
Thank you! I like the edits. For some reason I also like the “do you trust me” scene better this time around. First time through I thought it was a little “look into my eyes little girl” but this time it was good. Somewhat opposite of one other opinion, I like the drifter boy persona. Maybe because I’ve always had a fantasy of being the sugar mama for a sufer dude. ahem.
And I got the “Me too!” this time. Sorry for being a dunce. Probably my favorite line is There’s a good chance.
And I love that the chaos going on around Daisy all seems designed for her pleasure. Even though she doesn’t want to admit enjoyment of chaos. It’s also cool how other causes are ascribable (real word?) to the chaotic events, so it’s not overt foreshadowing if one hasn’t read the chats already.
You might find this hard to believe, but I don’t have an opinion on quotes vs. italics, vs. caps. All work fine for me. (Just don’t write dog talk in cuneiform.)
I like the dog quotes this way. It’s like I’m figuring out right along with Daisy what’s going on.
I think the only thing that throws me off in this scene is how Bailey’s voice is described: low and simple. It just doesn’t seem to match all his excitement. I just can’t square hopping Bailey saying “crap, crap, crap” (my favorite line because I can just picture it so clearly) with a low and simple voice. I keep going back to imagining a little boy voice for Bailey.
I don’t know if this is the best place to put this, but I had to get it out here. I know you’ll all die for this. I caught the end of a movie acted only with dogs on Turner Classic Movies tonight. It was great - guaranteed to put a smile on your face everytime you watch it. The dogs were so cute! And they talked! A little research told me they’re MGM Dogville shorts made between 1929 and 1931. They’re about 15 minutes each, and there were 9 in total.
There’s some info here: http://www.imdb.com/keyword/dogville/ and http://tcmdb.com/search.jsp?methodName=allwwwSearch&keyword=dogville&Go.x=6&Go.y=15
And you can purchase a DVD with all 9 episodes for $20 + $5 shipping here http://www.matsune.com/wbc/worldsbestweb/tvvideo.htm
I’m off to buy one now, and I’m going to post this over at the JFC group too. I can’t believe I didn’t know this existed until now!
This is great! I get so bummed when I get to the end of the excerpts, I really hope y’all make this a complete book.
JJ - the outlook is good. Just need patience, because we all have solo stuff. But we love this book enough to do this website, so you can rest easy that we’ll see it through to the end. Someday, if you want it, you’ll have this book.
Jenifer - thanks for the links! I’ll have to check it out!
Theresa - you know, I think you’re right about Bailey’s voice. It’s different for me, too, especially now that it’s not telepathic. For some reason, that makes a huge difference to me. I need to revisit that, and I will… on the next revision!
CrankyOtter - you’re not a dunce! And it’s good to know if I need clarity on stuff like that. This one is riding the line pretty tight, only one or two people haven’t gotten it right away, so I’m going to let it sit, but it’s a good thing to be aware of, thank you! As well as the Jamie’s age thing… all good stuff.
I like the attention to detail with getting the spelling of Hepburn’s name correct. kudos!!
very cute and funny!
Oh, if I got Kate’s name wrong, I’d have to hang myself. I adore here. The Philadelphia Story is my favorite all-time movie. Sigh. So sweet.
Some days my favorite all-time movie is “The Philadelphia Story,” some days it’s “Bringing Up Baby.” Other days, I refuse to decide, and just call it a draw.