:) That moment was the point at which I realized that this thing I was playing around with was really going somewhere*—that these characters were really connecting.

It's based in something that actually used to happen, whenever the real Wolfgang (dba Regal, most of the time, because that's what my mother called him) and I would go up north to visit my grandparents. For some reason (probably the way their living room was laid out), they didn't have a sofa, and only three stuffed chairs, which meant only one extra. So I'd sit in that one after dinner, and the dog would sit on my feet, grumble, and hit my knee until I got up, let him have it, and dragged in a kitchen chair for myself. It cracked my grandparents up every time, and my grandfather would always remark, "That dog's got personality." :)

--G.
* And go somewhere it has—yesterday evening I had the first 20+-kilobyte day I've had in a long time, writing a big chunk of of what will end up being Act III. It's not a lightweight 25 K, either, just so you're warned.
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