Given that I haven’t published anything under the Hunter Emkay name as yet, I am having trouble coping with the fact that as a writer, one of my character creations has already usurped me in the popularity stakes.
But Arnie the Alpaca is my most searched for (and found) posts by far. Who am I to question all the alpaca love out there, so…
Now Arnie has his herd – a lovely mistress and a kid. After a little consideration I’ve decided to name the two for a couple of places that mean a little to me.
The mummy alpaca is Bondi – named for one of the most famous beaches in the world, and several local television shows which use the location for titling. Arnie and Bondi’s son is named Cambridge – after a county and city – the original in the UK, that I lived in for over a decade. ABC.
Thought my pet alpaca, Arnie, had done a disappearing act lately, huh? No chance. He still sits over my shoulder like some fierce dictator – “write, write, write!” or he threatens to spit on me.
To distract him a little, there is this <–. It’s not for the whole family as claimed, however. Arnie ate some of the cards, so nobody can play it now.
… that I gave him a name. Arnie. Arnie the scape-alpaca (bigger than a scapegoat) is now fully kenneled on this blog. (Note – updated thanks to a comment. Arnie now has custom-toes).
I have a little alpaca. He comes around when I need a thing to assign blame or excuses for not writing upon. Every writer has multiple character personality syndrome – we juggle our real selves with inner critics, personal demons, chips on shoulders, and scapegoats.
I don’t have a scape goat. Just the alpaca.
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