Saturday, October 31, 2009
Book Chat 20: Zachary Lazar/Sway
Robin S. said... Where can you find them? Never heard of the guy before this novel Ooops. Never mind. I just Googled and found them all over hell's half acre...
Evil Editor said... YouTube has the films that are mentioned in the book. The video quality is low. The films basically consist of images; don't watch expecting plot.
sylvia said... I actually quite enjoyed watching Scorpio Rising because it was such a critical stage of the book. So I was watching these guys with the motorcycles and the "star" who felt he was the only one with the truth. It was interesting within that context. The juxaposition of the music surprised me, to be honest.
Dave F. said... I heard of Kenneth Anger. There was a "film arts society" at college that showed all sorts of experimental films. Most of them awful. And they showed Warhol (he's a hometown boy) and I saw the first (what would now be called test runs) of Godspell.
sylvia said... I read an interview he did - it was interesting. He seems pretty bitter and a lot of complaints about music videos etc stealing his techniques. Then I read this bit and realised the author was referring to the interview in the book:
As for Anita Pallenberg, however, Anger told me that 'she thought she was a witch, but she was just a bitch, if you ask me'. Yet Pallenberg is scheduled to host the reception for Anger's exhibition in September.
Evil Editor said... I wonder if I can get her to host a reception for the Evil Editor Films Exhibition.
Dave F. said... When I watched the you tube of SWAY by the Stones, it reminded me of just how controversial they were. I never thought of Mick Jagger as androgynous but when he was young and pretty, they really played that up in the stage show.
Evil Editor said... Are there any characters in this book who were the author's creation, I wonder?
Robin S. said... I was wondering this myself - about the characters - as with the early girlfriends of Brian Jones et al. Not talking about Marianne F. and the later women around the Stones. If the author comes, I'd like to ask if he had 'pushback', if that's the word, after this novel was written, from any of the living characters.
Evil Editor said... Yes, I'd like to know if the publisher or author sent copies to any of the characters.
sylvia said... Everything that I could look up and verify, seemed to be referenceable. I really don't understand at all how or why this is promoted as fiction, to be honest.
There are things that may or may not be true (did Bobby steal the 8mm tapes?) but certainly Anger believed that he did. And simply slapping "fiction" on the cover wouldn't stop a libel case, if Bobby objected to it being presented as having happened.
Evil Editor said... I assume all the dialogue is made up, and that the author used references to get the times and places and historic events right.
sylvia said... But you can recreate conversations in non-fiction - in fact Helter Skelter, which was a clear reference for the book, did exactly that. Nothing Like a Dame had quite a useful linguistic marker. The author used "she said" for quotes which were somehow verifiable and "she says" for recreated conversation, based on what was "probably" said.
Zachary said... Hi. The author here. Glad that this sent people to Anger's films, though he sent me a vicious letter some time ago. As far as fiction-non-fiction, why must books fit into these little slots? With films, we have documentaries (just the facts), feature films (all made up), and the biopic (an unholy mix). We go into these movies with different kinds of expectations. There aren't many good biopics, but the good ones succeed by giving a convincing and illuminating account of what they're about. Or so I think. I wish the book world were a little less stodgy.
sylvia said... We've done a few books where the lines between fact and fiction are blurred. I've complained about all of them. Mind, I think I feel the same about movies so I'm just a hopeless case :D
Dave F. said... This is a juxtaposition that I never thought about. A "six degrees" link between the Stones and Charlie Manson. A connection between the ferment of music and art and the worst in society.
sylvia said... Yes, I really liked how it was all interconnected. How trivial things had a domino effect. I also found the prose very dreamy, so after reading for a while it was like I needed to shake myself out of a fog.
Dave F. said... This was the summer of Woodstock and the Moon landing. It was 40 years ago.
Robin S. said... Ok. this has made me look around some. Normally celebs bore me rigid, to be honest, perhaps because I've been behind the scenes with a few celeb wannabes or also rans or supposed up-an-comers. But this set of pics is a freakout - check out Anita Pallenberg NOW - about halfway down the page. Christ, aging sucks.
Blogger sylvia said... Wow, those photos of Pallenberg are great, Robin. What a contrast.
Evil Editor said... Is it possible Bobby didn't commit that murder?
Dave F. said... No, I think Beausoliel did commit murder under Manson's influence. This is an evocation of the chaos of the 60's ...
sylvia said... Bobby has admitted he killed the man (whether there was a drug transaction involved on the other hand is not clear)
Zachary said... The point of writing it for me was to render all these bizarre and extreme events--and coincidences--in a way that was plausible. The real story was kind of "unrealistic." So the challenge was to make it realistic, also to make the public figures seem like human beings, to try to imagine them.
As for B. Beausoleil, I don't think we'll ever know the whole real story because he's told so many different versions of it, but he has admitted to killing Gary Hinman. I do think his account of that is credible. I also think it makes slightly more sense of the more or less senseless motives for the murders that came after. We can never be sure, but my take is that underneath the incredible drug-warped weirdness of the Manson family there is a more mundane story about people running out of money, dealing drugs to make some, and those drug deals going very badly.
Robin S. said... I wonder if there's a tie in here with the early Stones kinds of scenes you wrote so well about the working and working in the stone cold apartment to get the sound right and the not wanting 'real jobs' because they were reaching in the dark and working hard for a feeling of 'more'. But if this wanting more doesn't work out, or you're being led by a loon, horrible things can and do happen...
Evil Editor said... I found the whole story credible in the book. I understand you're working on a novel connecting Bruce Springsteen with Jeffrey Dahmer?
Robin S. said... Zachary, did you get any after-the-fact pushback from anyone other than the angry/vicious letter from Kenneth A?
Zachary said... No pushback from anyone but Anger, Robin. Thankfully! Very much doubt the Stones read or even heard about it.
Dave F. said... The setup of Beausoliel was amazing. Manson twisted his followers into doing wrong without guilt. Young people were searching for philosophical islands (to use a ship analogy) through this time. They had thrown off the religion and beliefs of their parents and were adrift. Yellow Submarine was 1968 and Kent State was not even a year later. No one in the Manson family was a rocket scientist. They were ordinary kids, lost and searching for something to believe in. As I recall Helter Skelter was to be the complete dissolution of society into tribal warring factions. Manson intended the Tate/Labianco murders as the "trigger" for class and race warfare.
Robin S. said... The page I thought brought home the feeling of the era in one piece is on page 184 of the paperback. The drowning scene. It's one of those complete 'world in one look' scenes. I really enjoyed it. Marked it and reread it.
Evil Editor said... It says no one ever said what happened. [re; drowning] Didn't anyone ask anyone what happened?
Robin S. said... If I'm right, no one ever quite knew what happened, or each had a different version in their heads.
Dave F. said... People think death of rock stars by drugs is modern and it's not.
Robin S. said... Haven't you been at parties where all kinds of shit happened but it seemed unimportant because you were high?
sylvia said... They've recently reopened the case on the drowning, actually.
sylvia said... Kenneth Anger seems just generally vicious. I actually thought you portrayed him better than the bits and pieces I read afterwards. On the other hand, it must be deeply disconcerting to read someone else ascribing motives and desires to your actions.
Dave F. said... If you think about it Zachary, Mick Jagger was at the far end of the "six degrees" line and peripheral to Manson. Like Robin asked, have you ever been at a party where something happened and you weren't involved and didn't see anything. That's Jagger. I remember being at Frat Parties and not seeing a Brother hauled off to the hospital for overdrinking. We make these connections afterward.
sylvia said... I think I spent as much time browsing the web for background information as I did reading the book. I mean that in a good way - I knew various pieces of the story and others (like Anger's films) were a complete mystery, so it was interesting to fill in those gaps.
Zachary said... The internet is a double-edged sword. Makes it easy to do intensive research, but also is a real distraction whenever I read anything. Let's look up X, etc. Or even worse, let's check our email.
Dave F. said... Research is endless and the internet is a daunting place.
sylvia said... That's why I like the book chats. In this case, it meant I had a good reason to waste an afternoon reading old Rolling Stones articles ;)
Dave F. said... Sylvia clued us into this:
sylvia said... Zachary: you mentioned (er, somewhere, I didn't save the link) that a real breakthrough on writing the novel was when you worked out how to order the events. Can you elaborate? Did you mean that you broke away from a straight chronological retelling so that we could spend more time with each character?
Zachary said... I originally had it in chronological order, starting with Anger's childhood. Characterization was still there, but it lacked suspense and flow. Cutting it up and shuffling it was very easy to do. 1
Evil Editor said... It was certainly more riveting starting with the Bobby/Charlie chapter.
Evil Editor said... It was interesting to read passages in which specific songs were being discussed without being named. Usually it was obvious which song, sometimes a guess. I assume to name them or use last names might have caused trouble?
Zachary said... I didn't mention the song names because I wanted to try to evoke them from scratch, so the reader would as much as possible experience them in a new way. It wasn't a question of legal worries. It was the same with the character's names. I used first names only, not for legal reasons but just to try to work against the preconception we all have when we hear "Mick Jagger" or "Charles Manson"
sylvia said... I mainly felt that I probably knew the songs but I wasn't always sure. I agree that getting fed the references piecemeal made it seem more like seeing the song sound/lyrics as they were created rather than a knee-jerk personal response, "that song that they played the night that Jeff kissed me, when I was 14" type reaction.
Dave F. said... Zachary, when did you first find the link between the Manson Family and the Stones...
Zachary said... Dave, I found it while reading Stones biographies (lots of them). Anger appeared in several of them, always with a mention of his ties to Beasoleil and therefore to Manson. I was surprised that no one had jumped on this before, at least to the extent I did.
Evil Editor said... What is it Keith Richards does that makes his guitar sound so distinctive on songs like Honky Tonk Women and Jumping Jack Flash and Brown Sugar? It doesn't seem to get copied like everything else that sounds great.
Zachary said... Keith's sound on those songs is done in open G tuning (I think), using just 5 strings. But the thing that makes Keith sound like Keith is a glorious mystery....
sylvia said... My copy of the book has Manson on the cover instead of the Stones, which surprised me.
Evil Editor said... It was an experiment to see who would sell more books.
Zachary said... Sylvie must be in the UK?
sylvia said... Zach: I bought it from Amazon UK, yes. I didn't realise that was the difference. You'd think the Stones would be more likely on the UK cover not less, though wouldn't you?
Robin S. said... Zachary, how long did it take you to write the book and then decide on edits, etc?
Zachary said... Four years, Robin. The edits were at the very very end. I am going to have to run, but thanks everybody for reading and commenting--this is awesome! I have a new book coming out next week, so please check it out.
Robin S. said... Thanks for coming, Zachary.
Evil Editor said... Thanks for coming.
Dave F. said... I would love to stay longer but I have to make a noon appointment. I enjoyed the book. It made me look back on those times in very different ways than I had become accustomed used to.
sylvia said... Thanks Zachary! It's great to get such a personal view of a book! And thanks Evil Editor for setting it up!
Evil Editor said... I was just looking at reader reviews for Zachary's first novel, Aaron, Approximately. Sounds good. About characters in the 80s instead of 60s, but presumably not real people.
sylvia said... This looks like the new one? Evening's Empire: The Story of My Father's Murder
sylvia said... Haha, I just looked up Sway on Amazon.co.uk and it says Frequently Bought Together Customers buy this book with Lush Life by Richard Price
Evil Editor said... Two of our better books.
Evil Editor said... Not much of a turnout for this one. Then again it's less chaotic with fewer people. Hope Z didn't think it was a waste.
Robin S. said... I was surprised there were only four of us for this one. Really surprised. FH couldn't make it, or she would've been here.
sylvia said... It can get overwhelming with more people although I am a bit surprised that there was just the four of us. I half-expected a bunch of late comers who forgot to change their clocks. You could put his new book onto the list to make showing up for this one worth his time?
Evil Editor said... Or his previous one.
Robin S. said... Hey- EE - soon they'll have YOU connected with both authors, through the chats...
Evil Editor said... Better the authors than the characters.
Last Halloween we wrote scary stories and minions had the option of providing an audio recording of their stories. If you have the means to submit your writing exercise as a spooky reading (or video) you are welcome to do so. A written version is also fine; Or both, allowing readers to read along with the audio if they wish. Including Evil Editor or a writing theme is desirable.
You may wish to check out last year's submissions in the archives on October 26th.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Guess the Plot
1. Abner can barely find his shoes in the morning, but as the Chosen One of Kansas, he must find the lost keys to Rivaolinkwa, the disappearing corn maze where Queen Miwespese has been entrapped ever since Columbus landed in Puerto Rico. Only this will free the Eosdfipsfd people from the tortures of Siospfer.
2. Enslaved by the ganglord Dagan, Jetta must spend her days in the abandoned Ruins, searching for merk, liquid fallout that gives inhuman powers to all who consume it. If she could just kill her guard, cross into the forbidden zone, avoid the mutated dogs, survive the radiation storms and flash floods, escape Dagan's men, and locate the rumored merk motherlode . . . Hey, it's worth a try.
3. Dan Miller never knew he was adopted, until his 'parents' are killed in a car accident. Going through their old files, he finds a paper trail that proves he's someone else's son, and becomes obsessed with finding his real family. It soon becomes clear that his adoptive parents' deaths weren't as accidental as he thought, and he ends up fighting against a bizarre conspiracy designed to keep him from ever finding the answers to his questions: who were his parents, why was his adoptive family killed - and why would the readers care?
4. When a storm tears the Miller family apart, Jake finds himself on the wrong side of the river. Can the plucky beagle find his way home, or is he doomed to live in a house where the kids call him Snoopy?
5. Sally counts her trunk novels and two are missing!!! Where can they be? Then she realizes: Tiffany! The bitch stole her ideas! She must track her down and get the pages back, or that witch will soon publish a pair of thinly disguised rewrites and get rich on movie options, etc.
6. A chocolate poodle, a sloshed (slushed?) editor, and an irrepressible writer all need a plot. What else do these have in common? The Bermuda Triangle! Also, a pilot who finds the land after time -- with zombies, intelligent goo and aliens instead of dinosaurs.
The abandoned ruins of Denver spread for miles, but to seventeen-year-old Jetta, they’re a prison. Her dreams lie in the mountains on the Western horizon, in a place of trees and rivers and life—birds never sing in the Ruins. [I like this better without that sentence.] Enslaved by the ganglord Dagan for her rare gift, she instead spends her days in the hovering deadness of the city, seeking merk: the mysterious liquid fallout that draws life from the charred soil, heals the sick, and gives inhuman powers to those who consume it. [You don't need the word "instead"; in fact some may think you mean instead of being enslaved.] Few share her ability to locate this craved commodity in it’s hidden places.
So when Jetta overhears word of a huge reserve of merk, possibly the last reserve left, she sees the means to survive, should she finally make her escape to the mountains. The plan has one problem, however. [You haven't actually mentioned a "plan" yet, so maybe you should drop that sentence and just say "Unfortunately . . . ] The merk reserve is said to be hidden in the dangerous and forbidden East Half.
Determined to pursue her one chance, Jetta kills her guard, [One of two or three commas you can do without.] and becomes a desperate fugitive. She must now delve deep into the shadows of the East Half. Feral dogs, mutated by merk, hunt her. Radiation storms bring lightning and flash floods. And all the while, Dagan’s men close in around her. If Jetta doesn’t find the reserve soon, she’ll not only lose her one chance to be free, she’ll lose her life as well. [Why would Dagan's men kill their
SEARCHER is YA post-apocalyptic novel, complete at 80,000 words. Thank you for your time and consideration.
I'm not quite clear on Jetta's plan. Rather than head for the mountains she heads for the rumored merk reserve. Is her plan to consume large quantities of merk, becoming more powerful than anyone else?
Apparently merk's powers are temporary, or Dagan wouldn't have Jetta looking for more all the time. And because she can carry a limited amount of merk, Jetta's powers will eventually fade when she's in the mountains. So why not just head for the mountains as soon as she escapes?
How about an example of the inhuman powers merk gives to those who consume it.
If the merk reserve is huge, it doesn't seem like you'd need special talent to find it.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
"Hey! Watch it, klutz!" With a frown, the girl dusted off her slinky black leotard.
Of all people to bump into, why her? Melissa stammered an apology while she backed away, her face, neck, torso burning. What a way to start at a new studio, colliding into the reigning prima ballerina.
Before class, Her Majesty had dismissed Melissa with a cold sniff. Now the girl scowled at her while she placed her feet back into fifth position.
The ballet teacher, Miss Sylvia, restarted the music. "Let's try that again, girls."
During the rest of class, Melissa stayed across the room from Her Majesty. The other girls kept checking how Her Majesty did the moves and copied her.
After class Melissa wanted to apologize to Her Majesty again, but Her Majesty's consorts swooped in and rushed Her Majesty out of the studio.
Bad enough Her Majesty disguises herself as a twelve-year-old, Melissa thought, but can't Queen Elizabeth afford private lessons?
Opening: Kathy Scott.....Continuation: Evil Editor
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Red Priestess
1. Bob thought it might be safe to leave the house again, but SHE was STILL waiting at the bus stop wearing that outfit with the beads, head cone of melting incense wax, and feathered thingy.
2. After ten years training in the Chromatic Church, in which branches of the priesthood are named after colors, Mara is assigned to the Red Order – only to learn that the Red Order has no members. The good news is, she gets to eat all the communion wafers.
3. Sally Rook thinks the only reason she wasn't chosen as chess club president is her gender. She's forced to face the truth when a female transfer student has the boys on the chess team begging for lessons. Maybe Sally should switch to field hockey. Also, dog-hair knitting.
4. In a bid to charm the mystery chick with the diamonds in her hair, Todd accepts her invitation to play cards -- but realizes that might have been a mistake when he sees she meant Tarot, not poker.
5. Shanana thought he was the only Rainbow Warden to survive the Polychrome Massacre. When he hears rumors of another Warden, will he find his long lost love, or the traitor responsible for the pumpkin-cheese affair?
6. In a world in which women hold all religious power, there has been no crime, poverty or war in decades. And the men are sick and tired of it. Eriglio Damon raises an army of men in revolt against the Red Priestess. Hey, if everybody's happy, somebody has to pay the price.
I am seeking representation for my fantasy novel, "The Red Priestess".
Mara, youngest daughter of a minor aristocratic house, completes her ten years' training in the Chromatic Church, in which branches of the priesthood are named after colours. She is assigned by its mystical Flame to the Red Order – which causes consternation, since the Red Order has had no members in over two hundred years. [The good news is that she doesn't have to listen to any whiny confessions. The bad news is that the collection plate always comes back empty.]
Rules of Church protocol thrust her into political situations she barely understands, and somehow she has to reconstruct and master the magic of the Red Order, forgotten for centuries. It's a daunting task, but Mara's upbringing has given her a strong sense of duty, and she is determined to succeed.
Her problems are put into perspective, though, when an attempt is made on her life – it seems someone wants the Red Order to stay extinct. [I suspect the Green Order.] Looking for answers and a safe haven, Mara travels to the fortress city of Athraxas and its labyrinthine underground library. [Because when you need a safe haven, nothing beats an underground labyrinth in a strange city.] Here, she finds clues about her enemies – the sinister Pacted Men, and their monstrous master, Esaun-Namhiroth. [Anagram: An author in shame.]
But even here, intrigue and murder follow Mara, and she realizes the only way to end it is to confront her enemy with the magic of the Red Order. Inhumanly old and monstrously powerful, Esaun-Namhiroth is worshipped as a god by a whole nation. Mara knows she has little chance against such a creature – but she knows, too, that she has no choice.
"The Red Priestess" is complete at 126,000 words; it stands alone as a story, but is envisaged as the first volume of a trilogy. A full manuscript is available at your request.
Thank you for your time and consideration - I look forward to hearing from you.
If the red priestess is vital to political situations, it's hard to believe they got along without one for 200 years. I'd leave out the political situations she barely understands, or at least give an example.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The ball soared through the air. The crowd rose. Every breath stilled, lingering on the border between lungs and lips, as the seconds on the stop-clock flipped from two to one. Hitting the side of the rim, the ball bounced erratically, and whooshed into the net.
The crowd screamed, the third quarter buzzer sounded, and a hand slapped Daren across the back, rattling his ribs.
“Dude,” said Brad Dickson, “Did you not see me waving my arms?”
“I saw you.” Daren strolled to the water table, careful to avoid the corner where Marla Perkins and her fellow cheerleaders were launching into a series of acrobatic jumps. He could see her clearly in his mind, tan legs flashing below a purple and white skirt. Warm brown eyes. He tried not to think about the sound of her voice, and the fact
that their nightly conversations would soon be replaced by inescapable, crushing silence.
It always came to that. His mind wandered away from her and he fell to thinking of tan legs flashing below purple and white basketball shorts, and then to picturing those tan, muscular legs minus the shorts, then minus everything.
"Dude," he said, strolling back to Brad Dickson. "Screw the fourth quarter; let's hit the showers."
Opening: Chelsea.....Continuation: Paul Penna
Monday, October 26, 2009
Guess the Plot
1. Nico is a half-demon, trying to stop an army from killing his brothers and feeding them to mutants. Savannah is a half-angel hunting down Nico to gain her redemption. Confrontation seems to be their destiny, but then, they never expected to fall in love.
2. As the guilt about jilting Abner in 1967 grows steadily more onerous instead of fading away, Millicent decides there's only one way to redeem herself: marry him. Too bad he seems to be so inconveniently 'married' to some jerk named Stan. What's a girl to do?
3. Teenage rowdies accidentally burn Springfield when their protest against global warming goes awry. Judge Jackson sentences them to rebuild the town and they can barely afford dirt so everything has to be made of adobe. At least no trees will be harmed. As they toil to make the first house Tiffany wonders -- will this take the rest of their lives, or what???
4. Now that Chet has terminal lung cancer, he decides to wheeze on down to find Evelyn in Surrey and apologize for ruining her life in 1992. But their chat over tea is so awkward -- she can't remember Chet at all, and her butler keeps giviing Chet the evil eye.
5. After his drunken party burns the house down, forcing his aging parents to move into the chicken shed, Shelby Jones returns to his college dorm knowing he must do dramatic good deeds to redeem himself. Fortunately he gets the Superman costume at half price. Now all he needs is an evil nemesis.
6. Claude, an insistent atheist (to spite the deities currently traipsing down Main Street), is painting his masterpiece (which has the same title as eight albums, five songs, four novels, three films, and a play). His neighbors are trying to prevent more deities from climbing through the dimensional rift in Claude's backyard.
Dear Evil Editor,
Redemption is an 85,000 word urban fantasy inspired by Frank Miller, George A. Romero and Robert McCammon. [I can't say I care who or what inspired the book, unless you mean you stole your ideas from them.]
Half-angel Savannah Mantas smells the sulfuric stench of wrath when it enters her city, Iron Point. Resurrected by the archangel Michael, she's hunting for redemption and half-demon Nico Montenegro is her prey. He comes from the Fringes, the border between the city and the toxic wasteland beyond.
When they meet, Nico tells her a story, one of genocide and confiscated bodies. Not revenge, but justice is his purpose and his target is the most admired family in the world–Commander Hathaway and his daughter. [That name sounded familiar, but while it turns out it's the name of a famous WWII commander, I think I had Commander McBragg in mind. A few of McBraggs short cartoons are available on YouTube.] [Sudden attack of nostalgia. I'll get back to the query shortly, after I order the complete Commander McBragg collection on DVD.]
Hathaway's soldiers are slaughtering Fringers and secretly feeding them to Revenants, mutants who survived the bio-bombing of 2120. [You've got to be pretty unobservant if someone manages to secretly feed you.] They have a twisted idea they can train these clever creatures like dogs and keep them out of the city long enough to mobilize an evacuation for the wealthy and well-connected. [Lemme see if I've got this straight. You've got some mutants and you want to train them like dogs, which you do by feeding them a slaughtered Fringer whenever they do what they're supposed to do? Wouldn't they be just as happy with a biscuit?]
Savannah knows better. Revenants are what killed her. When they attack, she saves the citizens of Iron Point and gains her redemption, but Michael gives her one final choice. She can ascend to Heaven, or sacrifice paradise and save Nico, the man [correction, half-demon] she loves, from eternal hellfire.
My novels, Stark Knight, Silent Knight, Good Knight, My Biker Bodyguard, Bulletproof Bride, and my YA horror DFF: Dead Friends Forever, the first of six books in the Extreme Hauntings series are published by Echelon Press. School's Out 4Ever, the second in the series, will be released this fall.
Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to your response.
Sincerly, [The most important words in a query are the first and last. Spell them correctly. What's between them I couldn't care less about, as I usually don't read it.]
If the goal is to get the Revenants out of the city, wouldn't it be easier to slaughter the Revenants than to slaughter the Fringers and feed them to the Revenants and train the Revenants?
Why is Nico condemned to hellfire? If Michael can--and is willing to--save Nico from eternal hellfire, why doesn't he just do it? If Nico's earned his own redemption, he shouldn't have to spend eternity in hell just because Savannah chooses heaven over a half-demon. Yes, I'm aware she chooses Nico, but that's not the point.
I wouldn't mind a bit more about how Savannah manages to save the whole city from Revenants.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Nice Dundrearies. That's what everyone's calling them now.
I see. Sir, what is it you--
Of course, yours have a ways to go before they qualify as true Dundrearies. I'd say another four or five inches should do it.
Out of curiosity, why do they call them Dundrearies?
After Lord Dundreary. He's a character in a play. Here, I've got a program from a performance a few nights ago. Check out Lord Dundreary's Dundrearies.
Impressive. I see the play is entitled Our American Cousin. This wouldn't be from the night our president was shot?
As a matter of fact.
Hang onto that. I'm guessing it'll be worth millions on Ebay. Meanwhile, what can I do for you, Mr.--
Booth. John Wilkes Booth.
The J. Wilkes Booth?! The actor? I caught you in Julius Caesar last year. Fabulous performance. What can I do for you, sir?
I'm looking for a book contract. I figure as the man who shot Lincoln, I--
I heard about that. Biggest manhunt in history, yada yada yada. Why'd you do it, by the way?
The guy was 6 foot four, sitting right in front of me. I couldn't see a thing. And when I asked him to take off his stovepipe hat he refused.
The nerve. I sympathize, totally, Mr. Booth. But if we want to sell books, you're better off claiming you did it for political reasons. Tell you what, we'll meet at my place tonight and churn out a rough draft. I see bestseller here, assuming I can keep you under wraps till we're finished.
EE picked the manuscript up by one dubious corner. “I’ve heard arguments about paper weight and brightness, but—moist and aloe scented?”
Joseph Gayetty smiled obligingly. “Of course. It’s even better than three-ply. Now, are we talking a $500,000 advance?”
“What!” EE sputtered. “I don’t even know how you got in my office or what this is all about, and you’re already suggesting advances I may or may not feel like giving.”
Gayetty leaned in. “Look, buddy, I changed the world for the better and my memoir tells all. All, I say!”
“Nobel Peace Prize?”
“Ha! For deforestation in the name of American derrieres?”
“Yes, I said it. Derrieres!”
“In your book?”
“What do you think I invented, radios? Of course I’ve got bums in my books!”
EE cleaned his glasses. “Tell me a bit more about this.”
Gayetty preened. “It all started with a cornhusk. Those weren’t fun, you know. Even the Sears catalogue wasn’t very fun. I needed something softer and kinder—like cotton and clouds and fluffy, cute bears! Oh, the hours I worked, slaved over it! I had to experiment on myself, you know. Did you know that lots of water is good for your diet, by the way? And when it finally worked, presto! I had the world at my feet. As I always liked to say, they paid from their back pockets and returned it there. *snort*”
“Well… the publicity department might have fun with this. Howzabout you send me a partial—but this time, on two-ply. The ink runs less.”
--_*Rachel*_ (in homage to Joseph Gayetty, inventor of modern toilet paper)
EE cringed. Dealing with authors was easy enough, but he couldn't cope with the massive figure who stood before him in doublet and hose. And codpiece. The codpiece was terrifying.
"But why now - ?"
"Because of this travesty that the BBC hath wrought!"
"Um - 'The Tudors'? But it's very popular - "
The monarch's lip curled. "They have set this Jonathan Rhys Meyers to play Us! He is a knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; furthermore, he is a wuss - We essay thy modern parlance, but We have not yet mastered it. No matter, sirrah scrivener; thou shalt set all aright with the stroke of thy pen." The king leaned forward. "If thou wouldst not have thy head smitten from thy shoulders!"
EE cowered back. "I'll do what I can - "
"And they concentrate on the bedroom antics!" the king continued. "They give not a moment to the agonies of conscience that We suffered; how We thought and We prayed before the breach with the Bishop of Rome; the scholars and philosophers We consulted - "
EE's voice shook as he said, "Well - we have to think about sales - you know, popular appeal, all that sort of thing - "
"The populace shall buy Our memoir, whether it appeal or no!" the king roared. His voice shook the room; several manuscripts toppled into the recycling bin. EE was silently thankful for that, at least.
"But," the king added, "if there must be talk of fornication - We have much to say anent Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard; for those ladies were, as thou mightest say, verily skanks and hos."
EE's eyes lit up. "Now you're talking! - Sire."
"There! Your palm's been read. Now pitch your book."
"That wasn't hospitable..." Jubal said as he slid his butt onto the desk, one foot still on the floor the other resting on his knee. Tchotchkes wobbled, slid and fell over. "...and that's what we're talking about, hospitality and food... barbecue ribs and southern fried chicken. I just won three Blue Ribbons and two state fair contests and I aims to go nationwide with a book and a cooking tour. The silent majority of southern food. I grew up an orphan boy, raised by divorcees, turned to the love of Baby Jesus and schooled on grills. I know it all; the fights, the backbiting famous chefs and the insidious cheats. That's how the bland and banal triumph in the cooking of barbecue ribs and fried chicken. I'm giving you the chance to hop on my rising star of male cuisine."
"You related to the Flays of New York?" EE asked. Jubal stood nonplussed.
"A damn Yankee."
"The Sanders of Kentucky?"
"Upstarts in MSG."
"Garlic breathing charlatans." Jubal stood, lips quivering and fists clenched.
"Pity. Rejected." EE waved Jubal off his desk and fixed his gaze on another manuscript. Red ink flowed like ruby-red wine on a white carpet.
"Every man is like me... King of the grill. Duke of drumsticks. Paladin of pork bellies. Men don't read cookbooks. Men cook! Have a nice day, goodbye."
Saturday, October 24, 2009
300 words max. Deadline Sunday, 10 AM eastern.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Guess the Plot
1. When her fairy godmother's wand breaks, Penelope must go on a journey to the Field of Happiness to find the Fairy Stones. But two nasty trolls want them too. Along the way, Penelope meets a cheery collection of cuddly, chattery animals and learns the true meaning of friendship.
2. Young Nate has often wondered why his godmother Julie has larger hands, a deeper voice, and a more prominent Adam's Apple than most women. But the truth emerges the day he sees his . . . Godmother's Wand.
3. Over the river and through the woods
With Godmother's Wand we go
The vamps know the way
To slaughter and slay
And spill blood in the snow.
4. Godmother is at war with the Tooth Fairy, who has her wand. Enlisting dentist Bunny Hopeful to get the wand back before the world loses its teeth is her only option. Will Bunny brave the fangs of the fairy minions and save the world from unemployed dentists?
5. When Harriet steals her fairy godmother's wand, she doesn't know that in the wrong hands the wand does the opposite of what it's asked to do. Hilarity ensues for a while--until Harriet wishes for peace on Earth and starts World War III.
6. Saved from a fall by her fairy godmother, Mary must now prove she deserves to live, by rescuing her boyfriend from the depths of Hades. But first she has to avoid being killed by the giant flyswatter her fairy godmother is helpless to stop.
Dear Mr. Evil Editor,
When hapless thirty-year old Mary Howard falls from her second story porch, she finds herself suspended in mid-air being lectured by a large flamboyant lady dressed in pink who’s waving a clumsy wand. Mary has been rescued by her fairy godmother, Gretta. Almost. Gretta was a little too late due to a cosmic divorce, consequently Mary is only 40 percent alive. The rest of her is on the sidewalk.
Mary must prove to the Creator that she is worthy of being given life. In the meantime, Mary is alive enough to attend a fancy dress party, visit her parents in disguise and have tea at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. [If you're going to suspend the plot summary to list a few random things that happen, you need to come up with more interesting events than attending a party and drinking tea. I guarantee Dan Brown's query for The Da Vinci Code didn't say, Meanwhile, Langdon has time to grab a croissant from a Paris bakery, check his email, and take in a show at Moulin Rouge.] Along the way, a mysterious nemesis appears, who threatens to destroy Mary and chases her with a giant flyswatter. Gretta tries to protect Mary, but there are limits to what she can do. [If you can't even protect a 30-year-old woman from a flyswatter, it's time to hang up the wand.] Ultimately, Mary fights off the nemesis and unmasks her as… one of the pieces that broke off when she fell. [That broke off her body? Which piece? How much of her body is Mary missing? We seem to have gone from mundane to silly in this paragraph.]
Meanwhile, Mary’s lackadaisical boyfriend, Todd, has ordeals of his own. Todd is tricked by a spiritual crank into descending to Hades, the Baltimore location, to rescue Mary’s soul, [Trickery or not, if you're willing to descend into Hades for your girlfriend, you don't strike me as the lackadaisical type.] and finds himself in mortal danger. Mary is Todd’s only hope. She must rescue him and herself and prove that she is worth resuscitating. It all ends happily ever after.
“Godmother’s Wand” is 21,000 words and classified as magical realism. [That's not a term you'd want to apply to a children's book. And 21,000 words isn't going to cut it as an adult book. Is this part of a book called Three Novellas? Who's your audience?]
Thank you very much for your time.
Gretta sounds more like a guardian angel than a fairy godmother. Possibly because of the Creator aspect.
Why does Gretta's wand make it into the title? Does Mary take it to Hades?
Is the Creator a character in the book?
Everything may make sense in the book, but if something seems nutty in the query, it won't help your cause. Like, if Mary's arm is chasing her with a giant flyswatter, I'd leave that out. Even if it's for children. It's not an important part of the main plot, which is that Mary must earn her life by rescuing her brother from Hades. Focus on the main plot.
Your chances of surviving a fall from a second-story porch aren't all that bleak, even without a fairy godmother. Surely you wouldn't have so much velocity that when you were suddenly stopped, pieces of you would break off.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
She looked at all her partners like a lover, I thought—though I couldn’t be sure, never having had one myself-- like someone who knew every line of their faces, every gesture of their hands, and hungered, not for their approval, their desire, but for them, the way they were in themselves. It wasn’t just the men, either. She took my hand in a ladies’ chain, and I thought she could have sculpted my hand from memory after that—calluses, split nail, long blunt-ended fingers.
I sat out the next dance and watched her. She smiled radiantly whenever she met anyone’s eyes, but while she waited off the end of the set she looked like a little girl left alone at night, straining to hear the grown-ups downstairs, telling herself desperately that she is not afraid of the dark.
In the next dance, I discerned from the way she moved her hips that she was a divorced mother of two. And more: she waved her hands in the air like someone who had never been satisfied with her husband because he spent all day working.
It was all for the best. I could tell from the fire in her eyes that the rough touch of a man could never tame her.
I worked up the courage to talk to her. The distance from her chin to her clavicle revealed that she was a Scorpio who liked long walks on the beach. The roundness of her knees implied that she enjoyed watching movies and, though she was no fan of the original Police Academy, she closely followed the careers of Steve Guttenberg and Kim Cattrall.
I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Amber."
She replied in a deep, masculine voice, "I'm Gary." It was only then that I noticed the Adam's apple . . .
Opening: Joanna.....Continuation: Matthew
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Guess the Plot
1. Janet's best dog ever was Waldo, a well-trained poodle. It was a tragedy that he went missing. But if Janet can't stop lamenting the loss of her dog and notice Digby, the handsomest taximan in Glasgow, she'll never know happiness.
2. A young puppy shows up on a widow's porch one morning and worms his way into her lonely heart. As Wilma cares for Jo Jo, she realizes that Jo Jo is no ordinary dog, but the leader of a pack of werehumans.
3. Vic hates everything about Mr. Grim's Boarding School for the Criminally Deceased, including the constant feeling of being lost and of course the part about being dead, but the very worst part is that the dining hall doesn't serve nachos.
4. Angela is sick of wearing mismatched socks. Determined to discover what happens, she sets her dryer to fluff and climbs inside. Transported to the world behind the Internet, she'll uncover the true origin of sock puppets. Can she escape a world-wide mob of mis-matched hosiery?
5. In 1939 Max and Roberto took a shortcut on their way from Las Cruces to North Dakota and were never seen again. Sixty-nine years later a squad of commandos on a desert training mission discover two men pushing a car toward Los Alamos -- two men named Max and Roberto who claim they just escaped a horde of space aliens. This is their story.
6. Bridget Abraham always knows where she is: not in the location she wants to be. When her husband gives her dog tags and a GPS for her anniversary, she decides to get therapy. But can she find the counselor's office?
Dear Evil Editor,
According to the American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry, "each year in the U.S., thousands of teenagers commit suicide. Suicide is the third leading cause of death for 15-to-24-year-olds." [For those interested, here are the top ten causes of death among 15-to-24-year-old American teenagers:
10. Sibling murder.
9. Living in Afghanistan.
8. Brain cancer from cell phone overuse.
7. Video game violence.
6. Living in Iraq.
4. Amusement park accidents.
2. Rap music.
1. Texting while driving.]
My young adult novel, The Lost, explores this deep and disturbing issue. It's a cross between Jay Asher's Thirteen Reasons Why and Gabrielle Zevin's Elsewhere. [If I haven't read those books, that means nothing to me. If I have read them, I should recognize the similarities from your plot description, without needing to be told.]
Occupants of Mr. Grim's Boarding School for the Criminally Deceased have at least one thing in common: they each took their own lives. [life] [Why isn't this your first sentence? It's a novel, and you open with statistics that make me think it's a depressing nonfiction book.]
Sixteen-year-old Vic has been at the school for awhile. Vic is dead, she knows that much, and she's lost all hope of leaving the school where colors are dull, the rooms are always changing, and the classes revolve around others[apostrophe] past lives, but not her own. [Who are these others the classes revolve around? Historical figures? Other people in the school?] There are no windows and no nachos (Vic's fav). It's high school, but worse. She's stuck in a wandering, unsatisfying, lost existence. She doesn't remember who she is so she spends her time showing a Phase One (a new boarder) the ropes [As a simple matter of tact, it's best not to show new boarders the ropes until you're sure they didn't hang themselves.] while trying to ignore the flashes of memory popping up in her head. As the old memories consume her, Vic is overwhelmed with her past choices, desperate to understand her former self. [Shorten this paragraph. Keep the specific, lose the general.]
When Ty, a past football player, finds a lustrous red rose, a sign of a world outside of the dust-encrusted school, he rallies Vic and the others to plan an escape. She partners up with some of her peers as they try to find a way back to the life they willingly left behind, but Mr. Grim's Boarding School is less like an educational institution and more like a prison, full of secrets of its own.
Will Vic find a way to see her family and friends again? Will she remember why she chose to end her life? [These questions aren't needed.]
The Lost is dark, but also filled with hope. The manuscript is complete at 40,000 words. May I sent a partial or full manuscript? Thank you for your time and consideration.
Lose the suicide stats. It's the story we're looking for.
Mr. Grim's Boarding School for the Criminally Deceased makes me think it's for dead people who were criminals or were killed by criminals. I don't think you're trying to give the impression suicide is a crime. Maybe it should be for the self-dispatched.
An amusing name for the school will give the impression the book has plenty of humor, and you say it's dark. Is it also funny?
If you must mention other books, just say your book will appeal to those who liked the other ones, not that yours is a cross between them, which sounds like you set out to produce a hybrid of other people's works.
Ty rallies the students and Vic partners with her peers. It might be better if Vic does the rallying or leads her peers. I assume your main character is the heroine, not a follower, so don't give the wrong impression in the query.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
"What we gots he-ah, is a dump-pah." Billy said as he searched through the ruined equipment.
"No, paradise... Betwixt them Lawns... and flocks, grazing the tender herb... flowers of all hue, and without thorn... the Rose... Paradise," Tex recited. Billy pushed back his nose and snorted.
"Soo-we, wee goin' all intellectual? Team Alpha is done gone. Sold their souls to Korean goonie-loonies or Chinee Yellow Piss-pots or Al Kai-Eeda ragheads to mounds of gold an' jewels swinging from their Bene-dicked Arnolds. In short, bugged out."
"Jesus, Puckerbutt, could you try not offendin' half o' mankind in a one breath?" Tex paused a single heartbeat and described the files he just read.
"What we got he-ah, is some digitized video. Lemme see... It says 'Paris Hilton's Simple Life, Complete Seasons 1, 2 and 3.'" Billy looked up in horror. Tex closed his eyes and said, "Through me the way into the Suffering City... Through me the way to Eternal Pain... Through me the way... that runs among the Lost..."
Opening: Dave F......Continuation: anon.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Guess the Plot
The Soul Catcher
1. Soul catchers take "soul food" to a whole new level. They dine on the souls of human beings. When a teen-aged soul catcher disguises herself as a human and falls in love with her next meal, trouble looms: the punishment is . . . death.
2. Being an engineer on a rundown space train isn't easy, and when new regulations come down the line ordering that all engines immediately be fitted with a "soul catcher," Lance Bixter knows the whole run is going to suck.
3. With a butterfly net and an i-pod full of rhythm & blues, Barry Duboise is ready to rule the Lepidopterans. His main rival has developed a secret weapon she calls honey-flame. Can the pair team up long enough to defend their kingdom from the invading Ornithos?
4. Joel Brown thought he had a catchy new name for a café in the heart of Detroit's Motown. Until the chili eats his waitress and the only new applicant for the job has a forked tongue and glowing red eyes. And she's horny. This could work out.
5. In 2157 Rap is the Law, enforced by Soul Catchers, who snuff out subversive sweet soul sounds of the 1960s. J-Slam is the baddest, but when he samples a stash of vinyl, he's hooked. Can he save himself and his Soul, while proving he's not a ripoff of Fahrenheit 451?
6. Retired astronaut Stan Kaufman saw souls floating by while he orbited the earth. When his dead wife leaves messages that she's been captured, he sets to work building a rocket that can take him into near-earth orbit so he can free her. Also, a jive-talking ghost.
Dear Evil Editor,
After reviewing your website, I believe you may be interested in The Soul Catcher, a YA fantasy complete at 60,000 words. I'm currently seeking representation.
While living as a mortal...
1) A jinn must not reveal one’s true identity. [I assume you mean his/her own identity, in which case I'd say his or her or its, not one's.]
2) A jinn must not grant wishes.
3) A jinn must not fall in love. [That sounds more like a recommendation than a rule. It's like saying, Don't be sad. Easily done until something tragic happens.] [Also, what's the point of being a jinn if you can't do anything fun?]
Sixteen-year-old Asiya has no trouble following these rules of Spell, a one week retreat where she, an influential jinn and soul catcher, can leave the Colony and roam the mortal world disguised as a human, until she meets Wren, an intelligent yet troubled southern boy. [Southern USA? If so, name the state, because with names like Asiya and Wren, I'm thinking southern Asgard.] [Also, that "until" goes with "following," but could easily go with "roam" or "disguised." Maybe put dashes around everything between "Spell," and "until."]
While other jinn view mortals as cattle, their souls the source of jinn magic and life, Asiya secretly admires the humans from which she is supposed to feed. ["Supposed to," meaning she doesn't?] This may have something to do with the fact that she's rumored to be half-mortal because of the rare color of her eyes. [This paragraph is just trivia. Dump it and focus on the Asiya/Wren relationship.]
During Spell, when she’s taunted at the mortal high school because of her Arabian ancestry, Wren comes to her defense. She follows him, intrigued, and witnesses his stepfather's abusive nature. Horrified, she reveals her powers in hopes he’ll wish for a new life. Wren, finally pushed to the edge, unknowingly makes a deadly wish. Asiya grants it, creating an imbalance between the mortal and jinn worlds, which sets in motion a series of dangerous consequences. [Couldn't Asiya change from human form to jinn form and then grant the wish, thus avoiding breaking rule #2?]
Together they run from Makin, a powerful jinn sent to punish them. Asiya tries to find her mortal father before she's dragged back to the Colony forever, but more than her freedom is at stake when she falls in love with the broken and cynical country boy. Any jinn knows the punishment for loving a mortal is nothing less than death..
Thank you for your time and consideration.
To declare that Asiya has no trouble following the rules until she meets Wren isn't saying much; she meets him almost immediately. She managed to not break the rules for a couple days. What will power.
She has only one week to roam the mortal world . . . and enrolls in high school?
Can a new kid just show up and start attending school?
What's the punishment for revealing your identity or granting a wish?
What do you mean by, she's an "influential" jinn?
Not all jinn can catch souls? Do the soul catchers catch souls and provide them to the other jinn?
Granting a deadly wish while in mortal form throws the universe into imbalance. Would granting the same wish while in jinn form have the same consequences?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
"Who's that SKULKING around?" Mr. Twitter-Tweet chirped. He shrugged his downy little SHOULDERS. "I'd be SURPRISED if it wasn't Roly-Poly Bunny!" His merry eyes WIDENED. "It is Roly-Poly Bunny!"
"Hello, Mr. Twitter-Tweet!" Roly-Poly Bunny chortled. "Was there ever a BRIGHTER, more COMPLETELY candy-licious day?"
"Roly-Poly, Mrs. Twitter-Tweet left her HANDBAG at Netty Newt's cottage. Will you fetch it?"
Roly-Poly Bunny STIFFENED. "She's such a PICKLE-FACED..."
"Sweet pickle-faced," Mr. Twitter-Tweet corrected. "If you don't, I'll tickle your RIBCAGE until you giggle!"
"Now hop to it!" Mr. Twitter-Tweet ORDERED, and DROPPED his friend a bag of taffy twists.
Roly-Poly laughed and bounced SILENTLY away on his cotton-puff paws.
Then he TOTTERED as a GHOULISH zombie MONSTER sprang forth; moments later Roly-Poly's bloody, dismembered corpse was disappearing through the CREATURE'S STINKING maw.
Evil Editor looked up from my manuscript. "Phew, for a minute there you had me worried, Paul."
--Paul Penna (New Beginning 198)
--Whoever (New Beginning 517)
"It's blue," she said dubiously.
"It's a delicate TURQUOISE, SHADING towards sapphire," her husband said. "It's very posh. Can't you imagine a U.S. SENATOR drinking it at some EXCLUSIVE RENDEZVOUS?"
"I can imagine what the REPORTERS would say when he keeled over, too." If he was so keen on the stuff, why didn't he try it HIMSELF?
She picked up the glass. The surface seemed SLICKED with something oily; her doubts were MAGNIFIED. "What did you call this, again?"
"A PANAMA FLAMINGO DAIQUIRI. Don't go GULPING it down, now, you have to savour it, like a fine GLENLIVET."
She raised the glass, took a cautious sip. Then she spat, convulsively, and doubled over. "Ye gods!" she said, after a while. "My mouth feels hotter than FLORIDA."
He looked woebegone. "You didn't like it?"
Why had she MARRIED this idiot? "I'd rather drink nuclear waste."
"But – " He sputtered. "But it's all worked out – I've got a marketing campaign, ready to go – "
"Forget it. The only way to market this is to Pratt and WHITNEY, as aviation fuel."
--Steve Wright (New Beginning 44)
--_*Rachel*_(New Beginning 673)
--Patricia (New Beginning 81)
Having DECIDED out of the GOODNESS of my heart to conduct Ms. Applewhite's HOMEROOM, so she WOULDN'T miss her physical therapy session (her SHOULDER having SLIPPED out of joint the previous MORNING), I STEPPED into the CLASSROOM to find the students SITTING, WAITING patiently. This was the OPPOSITE of what I'd expected; I thought I'd at least be pelted with spitballs and BOOGERS. It APPEARED I'd been misinformed about the rowdiness of the group.
But no. As I was STARTING to take attendance, the class charged forward as one and strung me up and began using me as a pinata.
Fortunately, their bats were no match for the gaseous emissions brought on by my breakfast, and the room quickly emptied.
"Never again," I GRUMBLED, "will I agree to substitute-teach third graders."
--Evil Editor (New Beginning 310)
“I was DEVASTATED when you CANCELED!” he said. “But here you are after all!”
“Ah yes, we’re TOGETHER again!” She smiled sweetly. He must have confused her with someone else. She’d never been in COLUMBUS before. Only a few moments EARLIER, she’d wandered into this OVERCROWDED conference room by ACCIDENT.
“The RELATIVES are just dying to meet the woman I MARRIED.”
“Wait.” She pulled away. “You think you’re my HUSBAND?”
“Play along,” he whispered. “It’s all been ARRANGED. Our FRIENDS are WAITING.”
They went SPEEDING through the room, GETTING strangers to buy them drinks, AVOIDING pathetic losers waving stacks of paper at them. She was a TOURIST, VACATIONING in a VILLAGE with too many idiots. Still, an amusing tale to tell. Perhaps there was a novel in it.
--mb (new beginning 458)
--Dave F. (new Beginning 302)
EE TREATED the woman's ear to a nibble. OPERATING his tongue like a lust machine, he ATTACKED the NETWORK of hair over her lobe.
'The THERAPY CONTINUES, LEIUTENANT,' he said, playfully.
EE worked the other ear. IDENTICALLY. 'I APPRECIATE how QUICKLY you agreed to this,' he said. 'Not bad for a UNIFICATIONIST GRANDMOTHER.'
The curtain opened with a swish. His SURGEON! His NEUROSURGEON!
EE pushed the nurse away and shrugged. 'I REMEMBERED to take all my vitamins, Doc. HUNDREDS!'
'You're spreading BACTERIA,' said the neurosurgeon, 'and those ARTIFICIAL boobies are a choking hazard!’
--Whirlochre (New Beginning 519)
He SCRUTINIZED the obvious DISPLAY of carelessness of the other passengers, those low-life scoundrels, every one of them with a pile of unedited manuscripts sitting on their COUNTER at home, addressed to him. How they MANAGED to get his address right, he would never know.
Then, from behind him, came the undeniable sound of a RINGTONE. His suit would never be the same again.
--Taylor Taylor (New Beginning 131)
--Mother (Re)produces [New Beginning 228]
Saturday, October 17, 2009
We've tried this exercise with queries in the past, now let's try it with New Beginnings.
Step 1. Use this random number generator to get one integer between 1 and 693.
Step 2. Search the blog for the New Beginning with that number.
Step 3. Write down the first twenty words you find that contain at least seven letters. You may skip proper nouns if you wish. If you don't come up with twenty words, get another random number and try again. Don't use the same word or different forms of the same word twice.
Step 4. Write a scene using your twenty words. Using Evil Editor as a character is encouraged, but not required. Put your words in ALL CAPS so we can be impressed by how seamlessly you worked them in. Your scene should not be similar to the scene from which you've taken your twenty words.
200 words max., but the fewer you need the more impressed we'll be, as long as you work your words in without resorting to some ploy like a detective finding a clue: a piece of paper with eighteen of your words listed on it. Deadline Sunday, 10 AM eastern. Include your New Beginning number, in case anyone wants to read another scene with those words.