Milking the Dragon

One thing I have noticed in reading fantasy is that many authors have trouble keeping the plot moving without repeating the same old crisis with slight variations. Readers notice when you milk a plot twist over and over, no matter how you change the scenery around it.

The Hero stands at my elbow, looking over my shoulder and tapping his foot . “Ahem,” he clears his throat. “You there.  Are you the person plotting this book?”

Surprised, I nod my head, wondering where this is going. Usually my heroes just leave me to the task of writing, and don’t really feel compelled to harass me.

“Well, the Dragon is dead, did you notice?”

Again I nod my head. “Yes, I wrote that scene, and if I do say so myself, you were magnificent.”  Heroes require obscene amounts of kudos, or they turn sour.

“Thank you,” he replies, attempting to appear modest and failing. “Well, the thing is, Lady Penelope has thrown herself into wedding preparations.”

“Yes, I did know that,” I reply. “I am helping her with designing the dress.”

“Well, I’ve been booted outside. Kicked to the curb.  No one needs the groom, apparently until the big day so, heh-heh, here I am… Bored… Looking for something to do…” He glares at me.  “Well, really, what sort of author are you?  Here we are 32,527 words into your novel and you’ve already shot the big guns! You wasted the big scene! I mean really, unless this romantic comedy is a novella, you just blew it big time.”

I am shocked that this man who owes his very existence to my creative genius should talk to me thusly. “What are you talking about? I have lots of adventures and deeds of derring do just waiting to leap off the page, and occupy your idle hands.”  See? I can give a dirty look too!

“We-e-ell?” he drawls.  “You have 70,000 or so words left and I hope to heck that you do not intend to spend them on wedding preparations!”  He looks at me expectantly. “I have nothing to do! Find me a Quest!”

By golly the man is right.  I have timed my big finale rather poorly and now I have to come up with something new for the man to do.  hmm … maybe trolls … no, too reminiscent of Tolkien …  I know – elves! no … still too Tolkienesque …  “Well, I can’t work with you staring over my shoulder, so find something to do for a few minutes.”  Good Lord, I should have made him less impatient and given him a few more social graces.  “Look, why don’t you sit here, and play a little ‘Dragon Age’ for a while?”  I park him in front of the TV and give him the controller.

“What the hell is this?” he looks first at me and then at the controller in his hand. “I am sure this odd looking thing is quite entertaining, but I am not finding it to be very amusing.”

Sighing, I show him how to turn the thing on, and help him set up a character file.  For some reason he wants to play as a dwarf-mage. That takes an hour.

Go figure.

Finally, I can sit down and invent a few more terrifying plot twists to keep this bad boy busy.  The trouble is, all I can think of is dragons, but he has already fought one, and killed it. Of course, that means he has acquired a certain amount of skill in dragon molesting…  heh-heh … but what good is that sort of a skill?


I look up, and see Lady Penelope’s mother standing at my elbow. “Yes?”

“Well, I am sorry to bother you but we are in desperate need of a certain magical ingredient for my special anti-aging cream.” She looks at me expectantly. “This is a very big deal, my daughter’s wedding is.  I simply MUST have my beauty cream.”

“And that ingredient is …?” I hope it not a complicated thing because now I have two bored characters nagging the hell out me.

She smiles and says, “Dragon’s Milk.”   How odd, that I never realized until this moment just how evil Penelope’s mother looks when she smiles like that. “I am sure that our dear Hero can get me some, since he is just sitting around pretending to be a dwarf.”

Yeah… I guess I could rewrite the original battle scene, just add a bit here, tweak a bit there and subtract the dead-dragon part… ooh he could get singed milking the dragon… but what the hell – he is a hero isn’t he?

I look over at the Hero who is now bashing my coffee table with my PS3 controller.  Oh, yeah, he needs to go outside and play in the fresh air.  “HEY!!! Hero, I have a task for you!  Take this bucket and get some dragon’s milk.  It is matter of life and death.”

Yes, folks, I have decided to milk the dragon.

He looks up, wild-eyed and sweaty.  “I will in a minute.  I just have to get to a place  where I can save… Gah!!! No, no, no! I only have one health potion left!”



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4 responses to “Milking the Dragon

  1. So funny, Connie! Your hero playing the video game made me think of Johnny Depp in the “Dark Shadows” movie trailers bashing the TV over the songstress!


  2. Connie, when your hero gets the dragon’s milk can you send a little my way (dragon’s milk that is, not heroes) 😉


  3. of course! if he survives the encounter, that is!


  4. I’ll take Dragon’s Milk AND heroes.