And isn’t that just generally the feel you all get from me, in any case? I like to think that I spend a major fraction of my life waiting in excitement and dread for what my mouth might inflict on an unsuspecting universe.
My next novel-first-draft is working-titled “Zombie Love”. Think of it as a romance with elements of the paranormal. And voodoo. I’ve all the characters sketched out nicely, I understand all of the major features in the landscape of the plot, have nicely groomed it to fit the first five steps of the Hero’s Journey (go to Wikipedia and look up Monomyth; I’m too lazy to link tonight.), and have outlined the first quarter of the book in significant detail, like, down to scene and dialog level. It turns out that I have another character sketch to do; a sauce pan is a major character.
Nanowrimo is nigh upon us. I think Zombie Love must have been destined for November. I seem to be ready to write it just as November is ready to be here.
I think I’ll wear my pirate shirt and thigh-high boots to work on Wednesday.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry