Fellow troglodye—hairy, pink, sunwashed—sticks fingers into dangerous holes because loudbrain won’t let him sleep. Learns goodness of phrenology to impress big giant or can shoot own skull to intimidate enemies. Is NOT coward and WILL be respected. There is no stopping.

I used to call it the “Ramsey Campbell Method,” as that’s who I was reading as a teen when I first noticed the tactic—using 1st or 3rd-person narration to state a falsehood in order to creep readers out later when they look back on the tale and connect the dots.

No exposition like juxtaposition. It’s something a few authors do frequently to avoid spelling things—placing seemingly unrelated facts or concepts within the manuscript with the objective of causing readers to make leaps in logic. A kind of stealth explanation.

The next afternoon, just after midday, they arrived at the lip of the valley. It might as well have been the Edge of the world to Greydal. They mounted the final, mossy rocks at the margin and stood gazing over the vastness. He had never seen the sea, but the expanse of grass swaying in the warm wind could have been one.

It happened. I realized if you look up “Travis Randall” in Google, you get something from Hey Arnold. That’s not my brand, apologies to the frothing masses of Arnold-heads out there. So that left me with trying to beef up my Twitter, Instagram, and LinkedIn accounts or go another route. I’m not a social media expert and the people who are scare me. So, website it is.