DONT STOP. Write yarn book. That’s the obvious solution. There’s a market there, I intone it.

See also… http://bestanimations.com/Site/Email/Email.html

One of the keys to bad writing is to use a lot of words that you don’t quite understand.

I am also concerned about Cow. She seems a little down and steak-knifing seems like a real possibility. The next 17 chapters go into the backstory of the milking stool, so we won’t find out more about Cow for a while. I haven’t decided what happened to the treacle-coloured dog from the daisy pasture. It’s possibly a reference to a traumatic event in Cow’s calfhood.

I kinda want to write this book. Is that bad?

“Moo,” she pleaded, her dappled hide gleaming in the lights of the late-night shop windows like the neon map of a fictional country whose people have never been to the seashell shore. The milkmaid frowned into her coffee, knotty braids a-twitch with concern. “Moo?” queried the milkmaid. “Moo? How can you possibly intone the word moo when my heart is torn asunder with memories of the treacle-coloured dog?” she kvetched vexingly.

OMG I CAN’T STOP.

OMG I didn’t notice that until now. Be sure to add an “under construction” gif to your site, along with an animated envelope for email.

“Susurrated” is a good word. I even had to look up the definition. I will also admit to reading it at first as “serrated.”

I was worried Cow had lethargically steak-knifed herself.

And a spinny coffee cup! 😉

I have to say, I’m a little giddy that I managed to work “susurrated” in there, especially given that the only dialogue is “moo”.

The cow turned her languid eyes seaward and mooed, a long, languorous moo full of longing for the past and memories of the treacle-coloured dog that frolicked in the daisy pasture. Her eyelashes sparkled sadly in the morning’s cool, vapid mist as she lifted a mud-crusted cloven hoof to kick listlessly at the hand-carved milking stool, and she thought again of the dog, the dog with the silken tail and gentle woof. “Moo,” she susurrated in her torpor, and yet another near-silent “moo” escaped her grass-stained lips.

The blink tag! 😂🤣😆

So much that! ☕️

Totally distracting… “They’re like written speed bumps,” I intoned.

Intoned to the breeze opposite the pane while aimlessly thumb flipping through the bigger pictures. Because there are, thou, more than one. Endless pictures during an infinite time. On a seashell shore.

And then the milkmaids with their knotty braids and their cows milk. Dropping drips. And then the chewing cow chewed, chewed mildly like an unamused asshole. That he was. Lovely brilliant.

To conclude: “Oh, that was awesome! I loved when you were talking about that thing on the seashore and then the shells, too.”

“Flashy dialogue tags” - never heard it called that, but I like it. Reminds me of the HTML blink tag, or the marching ants tag. Annoying and distracting to the reader.

I’ll have to say that wasn’t bad. I particularly enjoyed this verse…

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
  So how should I presume?

I suspect it’s more the reading of bad poetry that I’m not a fan of.

I just hate when people use that sing-songy “poetry-reading voice”. It gets in your head and applies itself to other poems. Sometimes it takes an effort to avoid reading everything that way.

I suspect you have heard some bad poetry. Have you read this one? My favourite. I won’t be offended though if it doesn’t do it for you. http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html

Mona mentioned on FB, “folks not getting enough vitamins.”

So I made a sign…

Luv this!

I adore you!!!

Thankies! It was hard won insight 😉