Now, knowing what a fertile imagination you have, I've chosen some questions with the express purpose to catch you out. So here goes.
Great to be here, Wendy. So you plan to catch me out, do you? okay...
A recipe? Hmm
If I could find the right mix I would patent it. So far I am experimenting with…
Very good answer. I had a 'cake' in mind. Okay, that's one to you.
I couldn't top that one. Being 'all at sea' most of the time would suit me, too.
Ah ha, trick question. I didn't specify 'author'. Nevertheless, since you evoke happy memories, because I once owned a Ford Prefect, I'll give you that one.
Interesting concept. You really ask the curly questions, Wendy.
Okay, recently I read about a one way trip to Mars, scheduled for
2022 for forty adventurous souls. The idea is to start a colony on
the red planet. I guess I would like to meet the first human born on
an off-world colony.
What would their life be like growing up? Would they want to return
to Earth? What visions or regrets would they have? I wonder if Earth
would still be habitable by the time they reached maturity or would
our self-destructive tendencies make the colony man’s last stand?
Wait a second. Who's asking the questions, here?
Besides the best answer for my question would simply be, "No." :)
I can feel a science fiction novel brewing.
So can I, and you have the best imagination and world building skills to write it. Can't wait to see how you do that.
Easy. By the sea. I am drawn to the coast. My passion is to sit and
watch the pounding surf, the endless rolling waves, and ocean denizens
appearing for precious moments while they seem uninterested in my
existence. Living close to the harbour and being able to get ‘up close
and personal’ to migrating humpbacks thrills me to the core. Dolphins
playing, turtles and stingrays, birds, sharks, even jellyfish going about
their own business fascinate me. No question, I love living by the sea.
The mountains are a nice place to visit but in my Ideal World a house
on a cliff overlooking the ocean would be the perfect place for me.
Agreed, whole heartedly. I knew you'd get that one right.
Certainly. Instantaneous travel through space-time is the way to go.
Claustrophobia spoils my urge to explore the deep sea regions. So it’s off into space.
My search would be for intelligent life. Surely there is a race out there who could teach us how to master our aptitude for violence, teach us how to curb our destructive ways and perhaps share renewable forms of energy, healing powers and (hey, let’s go the whole hog…) teach us how to use magic! All in one year. We need to learn fast.
Another nice answer. I'm running out of ideas to stump you.
8. You can have one pet, real or from your imagination. What would it be? What is its name?
To share the knowledge and history of the species; to take the occasional flight around the island; to keep intruders at bay and to add a certain fantastic element when attending mandatory book signings on the mainland.
Merkaat could even fly you to the mainland for those book signing and draw the crowds in, if you could get her to sit quietly in the corner for the duration.
So, you encounter two of the characters from your Chronicles of Caleath series, apart from Caleath?
How would you react to them in their natural environment?
Goodness, most of the characters have agendas and don’t want to
waste time chatting to a stranger. Luckily I have a source of coins and
Gwilt has a thirst. I catch up to him on an autumn afternoon in the
Boar’s Head Inn in Orinth. His ready smile suggests confidence and
with a mug in hand I approach. Around us the locals pause to watch as
Gwilt accepts the proffered drink and gestures for me to take a seat at
his table. His shoulders lower, his green eyes glint and his long legs
stretch under the table.
A lanky wolf settles at his feet. Clearing my throat and banishing my nerves, I introduce myself and rush my first question. Gwilt’s grin spreads. He sips his ale, tilts his head and proceeds to answer. His voice is deeper than I imagined and I am mesmerised by his words.
Obviously both Gwilt and the wolf are less wary of strangers than most. I try to speak and Gwilt leans forward as though offering encouragement.
b) A character which is cold and scary.
Right, cold and scary. You mean Merkaat? Meeting the dragon
outside of my magical island paradise…I am shaking in my shoes.
Hiding, as you do, from all-seeing dragons. Pointless, maybe, but can
you see the steam gushing from those huge nostrils?
Okay, I did mean cold in attitude so Merkaat will suffice. She sure is scary.
She’s not even annoyed yet. Her scales gleam iridescent as the
late afternoon sunlight bathes her. Shhh. Don’t move, don’t make a
sound. Her blue eyes blink and she’s turning toward my niche. Right…
so she knows I am here. How brave do I feel now? Hmm. Would
‘not at all’ fit? Did you feel the ground shake as she moved? I hope
she’s in a good mood. The smell of her breath is quite rank. Perhaps
she’s eaten recently and I may survive this encounter.
Dragons aren’t supposed to harm humans… So if I make my exit
now, as rapidly as possible, I should be okay? Right.
Can’t talk now, running!
Wait for me! This way! We should be safe here, behind the waterfall.
I think if I could wave a magic wand, once, I would choose a spell of
“knowing how to”. Imagine life ‘knowing how to’ do the things that
have previously been beyond your skill levels!
I like that. 'Knowing how to' escape from Merkaat, for starters. You should patent it.
Well, Rosalie, it's pretty obvious, when it comes to imagination, your muse is firing on all cylinders, just like Merkaat, so I give you...10/10.
Merkaat hasn’t damaged the garden beyond repair. She means well.
Well, no, maybe she doesn’t care, but I don’t think the charred fence,
burning shrubbery and the flattened herb garden were destroyed
Perhaps I should use my one magic spell to return your yard to good