Friday, September 18, 2009

It ain't bragging if it's true.




Now Playing -
Tiger Woods, by Dan Bern




Life - 
The title to the post is from the song I'm listening to, a touching ode to big balls, not an impending sign of some sort of grand announcement. Just to clear things up. In fact, about all I have to report is that I'm exhausted today. This week cannot possibly end soon enough.  That and that yesterday, while letting my dog out to go "potty" before bed around 1pm, the brilliant late afternoon sunlight was so great that it dazzled my eyes, completely obliterating my peripheral vision and it was still lingering forty minutes later.

I looked into reports and shockingly, there was no brighter sun yesterday than in previous days, leaving me to surmise that it was my lack of exposure to sunlight that did it. Rather than remedy this, I've just vowed to stop going out while the sun is up.


On a sadder note, down the hill from us, there's a particularly sharp turn on a downhill slope. I've made many a heart-rending turn on it, spinning a full 360 one time and nearly decimating a fence another. The other day, a young wanderer that was working with the street crew on a temp basis, had the trench collapse and kill him. He was buried for nearly twenty minutes before they could unearth him, by which time he was dead.

I couldn't help but think two things at that point. How that would be the worst way to die, slowly suffocating, buried under eight feet of soil, and how that from this point on, I can't help but think of that corner as Dead Man's Curve. Morbid and horrible, I know.



Writing - 
I actually busted out over a thousand words last night, ending with 31,000 so far. I had planned for the book to be around 70,000 total, but this looks like it's reaching towards being more like 90,000. Writing a book that long kind of freaks me out.

Lindsay read what I had written on Graves yesterday and though it isn't her kind of book, she liked what she read and had some great ideas and suggestions. Once I institute those, anyone else that would like to give me their input, let me know and I'll send you the first dozen chapters or so!



The Last Sentence - 


He opens a bloody mouth and starts moaning, staggering towards us.


From - "Graves" (WIP)



2 comments:

Steve at Random said...

Hey, have you thought ditch caving in as the way to ix-nay the Zombie? Also, send me an electronic copy and I'll read the Grave novel. Might even share it with Ar Em.

Unknown said...

You got it captain-uncle-golfmeister-sir!