Natalie Whipple posted on goldfish the other day, and I thought it was a pretty interesting topic. I have goldfish too, two of them who swim around in a tank on my desk. One is orange and used to have black tips on his tail, and a little black smudge on his face that looked like a moustache. The other little guy is white with a gigantic red spot on his head. They’re pretty cute.
They don’t really have names because I’ve gone through so many goldfish. …That kinda makes me sound like a goldfish serial killer, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, I’m not. I want to point out that I’ve had so many because I’ve kept fish for years, and although Natalie pointed out that they can live for up to ten years, my fish don’t live quite that long.
But as short as their lifespans may be, I become quite attached to them. They make good writing companions: they don’t think I’m crazy when I talk to them about writing, and they always come up with good advice when I find a plot hole… at least, I’m sure they do. I haven’t mastered goldfish language yet.
What about you? Do you have any writing companions? Are they fluffy, furry, or feathery? Or are they scaly, or even slimy? O.o Let me know in the comments!