January 10th, 2013

wolf eyes

My tweets

  • Wed, 13:03: Okay. I have an opening paragraph. Let's see if I can actually do anything with it. #amwriting
  • Wed, 15:15: So, the same President whose AG gave guns to Mexican drug cartels thinks he can violate the Constitution by executive order & take MY guns.
  • Wed, 15:35: Check him out! Heard a banging on my gutter, looked out the window, and found this guy up there: a red-shafted flicker. http://t.co/K7Gem9FD
  • Wed, 19:33: I AM HOLDING...… http://t.co/Ygy7JeOy
  • Thu, 11:15: Yesterday sucked, writing-wise. Today will be better. If I go 100 over my 3rd bonus, that will put me at Sunday's goal. CAN DO. #amwriting

Here's the first paragraph of my New Thing.

Because it amuses me:

My wife rarely screamed. So when she let out a bloodcurdling shriek, I hobbled to the bathroom to find her flailing around with her pants around her ankles--and what looked like a fanged octopus fastened to her ample, naked rump. It had sickly green spots on mottled gray skin and way too many tentacles, and it glared at me with four malevolent red eyes.

Okay. Back to work on it.
Straight from the Bottle


It just occurred to me that my trailer park manager should be a lot less sanguine and a lot more skeptical about the new guy coming to his office and telling him that an octopusthing (that's totally a word, shut up) attacked his wife through the toilet.

I keep forgetting that "normal" people tend to react with open disbelief when confronted by the strange and unfamiliar.

I guess I should go back and fix that.
Straight from the Bottle

With apologies to Mr. Shakespeare:

To booze or not to booze: that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fiction,
or to take rum against a sea of ridiculous baby tentacle monsters,
and by imbibing, end them?

Yes, I am writing this thing sober because drinking alone is a bad habit and I'm not going to do it.

That being said, holy hell, this story. I have cracked 1800 words on it, and it is trucking right along. I have the feeling that I'm glossing over a lot of things that might want to be fleshed out later, but that's what edits are for.

"I bet our homeowners' insurance doesn't cover tentacle monsters."

Also, I love this job. You get to find out the funnest (shut up, that's a word too, Firefox says so) things. Like the fact that Smith and Wesson makes a revolver that fires .410 shotgun shells. I figured I was going to have to make something up, but nope, there it is, and I could toddle down to Cabela's and buy one, were I so inclined. Taurus makes one too. Who knew? I certainly didn't. And I certainly didn't think such a thing was legal--after all, sawing off a shotgun shorter than a certain length will get the ATF beating down your door. But the revolver is a-okay. Go figure. Now I kind of want one.

Heigh-diddly-dee, a writer's life for me...