Of Bits of String and Flying Things

I am and always will be very fond of Kurt Vonnegut.

So this must be posted as a little homage to one of my greatest influences and a saying that helps keep me sane.

As you walk down the street you can’t help but think of  the old days when you wished with ever step that death would greet you in the next. But today, you can think only of the fact that you have a hole in you shirt. It wasn’t even a big one and with your arm down at your side, it couldn’t even be seen…

An excerpt of a new short story I am writing.

It was a chance meeting on the street, an inescapable occurrence in the city. We’d last spoke only days ago, one of our marathon phone chats, but you looked at me as if we’d never met —newly acquainted friendly strangers.

There are just under 2 days until NaNoWriMo gets under way and I  have a few things to say about what I’m going to be writing.

I have my brain set on a spy-ish/film-noir-ish type novel. There will be murder, intrigue, espionage, romance [*cough* yeah shhh], aliens and cows, possibly within the first paragraph, and much more – about 50 000 words more actually.

The main character will be a woman, which for those that know me, is way out of my comfort zone. Way WAY out. And there won’t be any slash, another thing way out of the comfort zone. So it will be a novel of firsts

and

the first novel.

I just wanted to get that out of the way and out there, somewhere, because it is starting to feel a lot more like I’m almost expected to write and finish this – which is a good thing.

Cheers

~LC

He’d said it was a special day, but I couldn’t place the date.

A Wednesday, a number, in the month of October?

No, just wasn’t ringing any bells.

I’d said this outloud, by accident really, and that was it from him.

He left quite early.

I have signed up for NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month] again this year. This is the fifth time and I still have yet to ever finish but I can feel that it is my year. I’m going to do it and to help myself out this is what I’m going to set out to do:

The goal is 50 000 words in 30 days. That is like 2000 words a day. So for those 30 days I will post 1 sentence that I have written that day as well as my progressing word count.

I will and can do it.

As previously posted on Twitter:

A Salvadorian Ecuadorian
was once a valedictorian.
Never a very good Victorian,
he often made speeches about wanting a Delorean.

*
Finally a rhyme,
at a precisely good time.
What a wonder it is,
should be in show biz,
next time you see me,
I’ll be playing in Capri.

*

Really must stop
before these rhymes start to rot.
I have to say first
it’s been fun to converse.
But I really must go now,
taking a final deep bow now.

I remember once, long ago, I saw a face at the window.

It was a bright crisp day, and the sun was shinning in great big streams through the glass. I was watching, entranced, as the light played across the carpet.

All at once, however, the light disappeared. Blinking at the loss of warmth and form I’d been admiring I stared up at the window in offence.

The glare I was wearing turned to horror as I processed what I was seeing;

Bigfoot stood out there, looking in on me, a great gaudy fedora perched on his head with a large orange feather sticking out of its top.

The secret of seeing rightly.

Yes.

Excerpt from my short story ‘Vinyl’

The dirt ground morphed into black and white linoleum as he opened the door. A bell clanged above his head sounding sick and dried up; just like the landscape.

From the outside the diner had looked dried up too, but inside it was full of colour and life. A waitress was flitting around in a red apron and a smile while the patrons, truckers mostly, eyed her with a harmless hunger; her antics a welcome break from the desert that stretched away from the road in all directions.