I, Effing Feline, have figured out something about today’s snippet.
In Mr V’s WIP, Alien Contact: Becoming Human, the following ten sentences state the heroine’ self-doubt and internal conflict. Furthermore, her decision to detour for pleasure leads to all her troubles, and I believe that’s called an inciting incident.
I am one smart cart. I mean, cat. I’m one smart cat.
Background: Our unnamed heroine, mere minutes after being born fully grown and well armed, marches in a straight line toward her Destiny. Then she comes to a tree blocking her path.
I would have to detour around the tree. Although it irked my sense of right and wrong, the route to my Destiny could not follow a straight line.
I pondered this realization, which seemed obvious as soon as I thought about it—the first piece of wisdom I’d ever learned. Was I, then, intelligent?
More importantly, if I must detour out of necessity, would it be acceptable to detour—briefly, briefly—for pleasure? Dare I savor this magnificent cedar, for example, or the stream that gurgled unseen off to the right?
My mind insisted I should pursue Destiny with no deviation, like an arrow shooting to its target, but I wasn’t an arrow of wood and feathers; I was a human being of flesh and blood.
I pondered that for a massive time—seventy-four-point-eight seconds—but was unable to decide about my humanity. Insufficient data.
Effing Feline again. That hat looks good on me, though not as good as last fortnight’s horns.
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This snippet is taken from what will be the third book in the Alien Contact for Idiots series. The other books (already available) are: