“Why’s he following us?” I asked.
My boyfriend and I were often followed by dogs. In one Bulgarian village on The Black Sea, a scraggly dog followed us all day. It waited two hours outside a restaurant for us, and he sat on the sidewalk and watched our bus leave at the end of the night.
In Athens, we finally had to leave that big, gold dog, but on our way to dinner we picked up another. I suspect one reason I married that boyfriend was because of those dogs. He never waved them off or got annoyed.
I’ve read that you need to know your audience. When you start writing should you have this audience figured out or should you wait until you’ve got the story done? Shelly said that sometimes his audience is just himself. Now Shelly as your audience is a good thing, but I don’t know that I’m my own best audience. I scare myself too much.
Have you ever put your work out in the world and been surprised by who likes it?
(This is not to suggest anyone in my audience is a stray dog–though I quite like stray dogs.)