Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Monday, November 03, 2003 The Pitch: It's like The Long Walk meets Little Man Tate! Okay, it's day three of Nano. I did 1254 words this morning, so I'm about 450 words short of the day's target. I'd like to stay current on the wordcount so I can cut loose on Wednesday and get ahead, rather than catch up. But to do so would mean either writing at lunch, when I normally see Patrick, or waiting until after I get home. I wish sometimes there was a way you could just call a time-out at work and go off somewhere private for a while. (This statement, written on the Internet during company time, was brought to you by the Association for an Irony-Rich Future.)Last night, I dreamt Edi and I were in a comic book store and I was looking at all the new releases, trying to figure which ones I should get, and which ones had already been pulled for me at CE. There were a lot of people there, pushing like suckling piglets to get at the racks, and Edi was waiting up at the front. And I was looking at the cover of a comic book called Drowned Boys when I wondered why I was bothering with all this instead of spending time with Edi when she was obviously more important. But before I could do anything, my dream segued into the inside of "Drowned Boys," a macabre adventure comic about boys who swim in the rising tide, drown, and become servants to an underwater Pirate named Lech. I remember swimming for the shore, dead boys bobbing around me, with the intention of discovering the secret cave in the cliffs where Lech had hidden the amulet that would set me free... Morbid comic book aside, some of the dream doubtless came from spending a lot of great time with Edi this weekend. We went to San Jose so I could see her old haunts, and we ended up in the stands of her high school watching the end of the J.V. homecoming game. Me being me, I also bought a caramel apple from the school bake sale which, to properly meet the requirements of fair advertising, should have actually been called a polymer apple. Every time I bit into the thick, dense coating, there was a horribly resonant crunch that sounded less like it came from the fruit and more like it came from my jaw. It was nice and tart, though. Other highlights were raiding the pantry at the Hotel De Anza, seeing the trailer park, and being surrounded by leg-breakers turned servers at Original Joe's. I also had a killer nightmare that night about visiting an academy built around the ruins of an old movie house. Seeing Edi's past brought back indirect bits of my own--thick mists and a constant backdrop of 80's slasher movies. If I was more on top of it, I'd figure out a way to work it into the current NaNovel. Hell, if I start running low on ideas, I just might plop it in there wholesale. posted by Jeff Lester | 9:56 AM | |
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