Monday, November 24, 2008

Almost through.

It's an interesting process. I'm enjoying it. I'm making a very simple adventure novel. I know all of the side characters more than I know the main characters and I'm trying to figure out whether or not that's horrible or interesting. I'm leaning towards awful. I will forever be grateful to Baty for having a month in which to turn off my annoying brain while I write. Here's a taste of something I'd otherwise be horribly self conscious about:


My head was just over the rail and I swear to you, boy, I saw a tentacle breech the surface and something hungry just below, just waiting for my body to pass the froth and the waves and I knew the last thing I'd see was my reflection; white as a ghost and hopefully twice as dead before I met whatever was there wating. But then, boom.


Whatever it winds up being, it's been very enjoyable and I should be able to generate something nice out of it. I figure I'll be relatively done with it by January. I will eventually share it with you, the void.

Kudos to me.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Good Detective v. Bad Detective

Max Allen is Good at being a 1920's Detective:

"I'm telling you they're running hooch, booze, jazz juice, liquid fun, rocket sauce, Alcohol I tell ya!"

Sam Shear is Bad at Being a 1920's Detective:

"That story's got more holes in it than cheese, swiss chese, swiss cheese's got holes in it, it's a kind of cheese, swiss cheese!"


I'm knee deep in NaNoWriMo and I'm resisting the urge to write about fifty of these and recording them in that voice. Just some poor bastard without the gift of gab but feeling pressured to talk like that, and just endlessly repeating the same example.

"He's running guns to mexico! Mexico, south of Texas, mexicans live there, shaped weird, mexico land, he's running there, Mexico Gun!"

I think this is probably a situation where this is incredibly funny in my head, but entirely not transferable to the written word. Good times.