Loading ...Or asleep. Or on fire. But its Thanksgiving day and I have to be here, and awake, and eating turkey-shaped mystery meat that tastes suspiciously like Worcestershire sauce.
So I’m still clinging to around 35K words. I’m almost there, got alot written. Unfortunately, Jared Brooks has decided he wants a part in my play. Who’s he, you ask? (prolly you aren’t interested enough to ask, but for the sake of this post, lets pretend you are.)
He’s my eternal character.
He shows up (in one incarnation or other) in most of my stories. When he doesn’t show up, it usually means I’ve fought him over it. I’m pretty sure he’s a tulpa by now and has an existence outside my writings. Now, as we reach the home-stretch of Nano, he’s decided he wants a part.
Me: This thing is almost finished. I can’t put you in now.
Jared: You have to. You need me.
Me: For what?
Jared: To investigate Nelda’s disappearance.
Me: But Nelda doesn’t disappear.
Except… maybe she does. I mean, why wouldn’t she? If a whole town can disappear, surely one former timeshare salesperson from Utah can vanish into the mountains.
Damn that Jared Brooks, why does he have to be such a persuasive bastard? This is going to change the entire dynamic of the novel. But… isn’t that what last-minutes are for?
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Jared Brooks no lips from you!
Yes! A Thanksgiving Day pun! Everyone needs one!
And everyone needs exclamation points!
Lots of them!
With EMPHASIS!
I don’t understand your comment.
take out an “s”. i admit, though, i can’t understand why it’s a thanksgiving day pun. i mean, i can see the calendar and all…
the last-minute plot twist is a beautiful thing. embrace it. you said you wanted to see where this went, right?
i just wanna know why the killer wants to poison people all of a sudden, if they’re then going to go to the trouble of ALSO being physically on-site to bash them over the head. seems pretty stupid to me.
Brook
either noun
a small, natural stream of fresh water.
or verb
to bear; suffer; tolerate: as in “I will brook no interference.”
You said his name was Jared Brooks and he was always forcing his way into your book. So Brooks brooks no interference from you.
Hey. It’s Thanksgiving. And I’ve been repainting my house. The fumes get to you.
yeah, I sort of got what you were going for, but it seemed sort of…
Fume induced. That explains it. And I haven’t had enough coffee this morning.
I was happy to see steff using the dutch animal noises in her novel. I’m sure Bas’ll be mighty proud, if he ever shows up again.
Jared seems like a good idea, really. I’m starting to like it. I’ve been seduced.
Seduction of the Innocent.
I had to have a Thanksgiving Day comic book reference.
Windex induced. Those oven tops don’t clean themselves.
A the Girl and my parents are arriving in a couple of hours (on separate flights in different terminals — sigh.) Last minute cleaning is the best!
If you like fume induced comments.