Well, last week my laptop's hard drive burnt out. Like an idiot I didn't back anything up. I think you know where I am going with this, but for those of you who don't like to assume....I lost the entire manuscript. All 22,300+ words of it. I have started back on it. Reconstructing it. I've got 7,154 words so far. I'm a long way from where I was. BUT...and here's the positive in the roiling cesspool that is the negative....It's turning out to be more well rounded. I was struggling with how to bring the other characters into the forefront and be major players rather that stuck in the back scenes with the other carrion feeders.
The only drawback to this is that they are all screaming for their own blog. I told them they can't all have their own blog because then I would have to quit work and figure out a way to plug directly into the computer 24/7. I would look like something from a strange Cronenburg flick...Naked Lunch comes directly to mind. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $100.
They said that would be find with them. How rude! I told them I gave them life, I could take it away. I won't bore you with all the details, but there was some blood spilled, entrails strewn, and flesh charred. I'm alright, I just had to brush up on my sewing skill, which I had none of. Though I suppose it will leave a rather nice, nasty little scar. (Insert evil grin here)
So anyhow, to make a long, rather bloody, story short, I agreed to give two of them blogs. Now I am a bit upset because neither of them have felt it neccessary to write word one in them. Perhaps they are just getting used to the idea of the internet. I don't know what it is, but I am still needing blood transfusions, and there is an odd odor coming from the wound that I had to stitch up. I hope I didn't leave my cell phone in there. I bet that's why I couldn't find it.
And now that we are on a Videodrome reference....
Kokopelli has been very supportive of me in this time. If you don't know who Kokopelli is, you haven't been listening very well have you?? He lays by my feet as I write and snores. At least I know he is still alive, the lump.
In other news....no not really....I am also working on a short story, that I am hoping will be done and ready in the next week or so. I am working on it during my lunch at work. I get about a half hour, so that allows me to get quite a bit in there. This one is scaring the shit out of me as I write it...though I am writing about one of my worst fears. What is that? You may ask. Ah. That will have to wait for another time as my time here is drawing to a close.
Work calls and until I can "break on through to the other side" I must pay bills with a mainstream job. This being at Subway. Ahhh...how I love smelling like fresh bread by the time I get home. At least I can let my demented mind run wild with the kick as ovens that cook bread thoroughly in ten minutes and toast in 15 seconds. Can anyone say "the ultimate suicide"? Think that one for a while. You will know when you are done thinking when you can hear the flesh sizzle and smell it for days. (Insert evil laugh here)