We Are All Dragons

We have our lairs, and fill them with our hoards.

Oh, some people call them by other names. Houses, apartments, mansions . . . but we know what they are. And our hoards are furniture, books (lots and lots of books!) dishes and flatware. Knickknacks; gifts from friends, mementos of vacations. Art, from posters of our favorite bands to original water colors.

Tools and toys.

Oh yes my precious. We have jewelry and clothing and other fine things.

And we have ideas in our minds. Memories. Stories. People who never really existed. Wild ideas and wonderful dreams. Entire worlds, universes, all times and all places.

But the most precious is not thought to be a thing of dragons.

We have friends and family. People we share lair and hoard with, especially those ideas and dreams. Or perhaps they too are a part of our hoards, we certainly save and treasure our interactions with them.

Writers go one further. We write out our ideas and spread them, broadcast them to any who will give us a token in return. We do not hoard our ideas, although a few expressions of them will never be seen by others. We want to share them with the world.

And then, dragon-like, we collect reviews, facebook comments and “likes.” We hoard our readers opinions of our wild flights of fancy, retreat to our lairs to count and weigh our Amazon reviews, track our author ranking, the sales ranks of the latest dragonette we’ve kicked out of the lair to fly, to soar or falter.

And we tread a circle in our nests of old rejection slips and best reviews, and start incubating the next idea.

And the last idea:



    1. My boss insisted on keeping the spares for a machine we haven’t had in 10 years (according to our IT guy who was the one who junked the thing) when we moved offices. I don’t think it’s just authors.

      1. It’s not just authors. I got the packrat gene from both sides of the family.

        For a while, my grandfather ran the county dump. You couldn’t throw anything away because it would come right back with “can you *believe* the stuff people throw away?”

      2. On one project long ago, I was given a lengthy list of terminals to interface (make sure our software could talk to). One of them was problematic, at best, from the manuals. I asked our contact, a sergeant, if it was necessary. After checking, he reported that there were supposed to be two (2!) in the world-wide army inventory, but no one could find them. So I could drop that terminal from the list. Whew!

        Later, I was introduced to the RCA government spares inventory. At that time, the government sent a fair chunk of change every year to RCA to keep spare parts on hand for a large variety of systems that had been purchased by the government over the years. I could not find anyone who was checking whether those systems were still in use, though.

        Hoards are especially well-liked by librarians and archivists, of course. But to do it right, you need a multi-terabyte disk and a good version control system!

        1. Backups. I . . . with great reluctance have tossed not just the 3.5 inchers, but the 5 in floppies as well. I needed the room for for the CD backups from the more recent parts of the Holocene.

    1. I’m wondering – what kind of music could you make by combining a cheap synthesizer and a snarl? *thinks acid-rock guitar*

      (sorry. My mind’s organized like my office – stacks of unrelated papers.)

        1. The younger son was like that, yet his hoard of cheap synthesizers, not to mention many instruments, was abandoned as he flew the nest for far territories. The lure of the exotic orient has claimed him, but he has no doubt started a new hoard.

          1. i was saying that synthesizers and a snarl would be industrial metal.
            I do darkwave

            If your son abandoned his synths, what’s left? 😀

                1. Oh! Well, see, there’s a room full of “stuff” that I haven’t a clue about. It’s boxed up and fills every nook and cranny, under the bed, the walk-in closet, along the wall . . . Most of it’s “physical” rather than digital, so probably not what you’d call a synth, even though they make music. Ahem, in hands other than mine. It’s interesting, checking the definition, as used. I’d have thought an electric guitar would qualify, but since the sound is created physically it isn’t.

                    1. Eh, Eric’s a purest. He’s informed me that if the music is made by vibrating a string, it’s not synth. I should have asked him about the electric organ.

  1. You say we’re all dragons, but I have yet to have any success when I ask the community to bring me beautiful young maidens.

    1. Have you eaten any of the villagers yet? Carried off any cows? (More than a quarter pound at a time.) Burned any wheatfields? Then they probably aren’t sufficiently terrified. None but the bold deserve the fair, ’tis said.

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