snail-like motion toward some unknown end ~

[lookingland]

update: Goodie Proctor's got My Poppet

Day Six: had a creepy revelation last night. went in search of something to write my outline on and found the paper (yes, i would recognize it, it was especially particular paper), on which i had begun taking down notes for a variation on this book that i began nearly twenty years ago. those original notes may be lost or maybe i've filed them away in a folder marked possibly "Beautiful Snow" (which was originally the title). but i'm not going to look for them because that would be too much navel-gazing even for me. that idea, that project is deader than force-fed duck liver.

anyway, i realized that i started writing From Slaughter Mountain because i didn't think i had the wherewithall or the authority to write this book. it was my way of avoiding the narrative problems of telling that other story. and, From Slaugher Mountain was my first serious attempt at noveling with characters who hadn't been purloined from the history books (my first novel, a 400+ page travesty about Jack the Ripper was entirely ~ and spuriously ~ cobbled together from everything i could get my hands on about the topic back before internet when i was in high school).

so here we are, full circle ~ but this time i have the resources and access to any that i could desire. but do i have the wherewithall? we shall see.

Day Seven: enter Mr. Scribbly (the cast is getting awfully crowded here). i hate reporters, but i think, unfortunately, i might need one. i dunno ~ still debating.

i've started working on the outline. it's sorta messy at the moment. i've covered 18 of the 82 days. got a long way to go.

re-read an interesting note concerning villianous Mr. Eck. on the one hand it's sorta confounding because i don't believe for a moment that the Chammy was fooled by Eck's "kindness" (which is my way of saying i'm not fooled. on the other hand, Rev. Razor might have been. it could play out that way just fine.

i dunno at this point whether to include much about Miss Bee (she would only be a very peripheral character, i'm not interested in chasing down her story). i dunno why i feel such antagonism against her. maybe it's because chicks always screw up otherwise good stories. more truthfully, it's probably because she strikes me as a cradle-robber and it's probably her fault all this happened to begin with. but that's just me being overprotective, i'm sure. i will always think of the Chammy as a child taken advantage of twenty times over, which is probably to my detriment.

today i'm slowly working, but more importantly trying to clean up around here ~ this place is a piggie sty!

dinner tonight is tuna unless i can miraculously get dressed and go out later (which i may have to since i need to move my car for the rooferscoming tomorrow ~ long story).

maybe i should go buy a chicken for dinner instead.

maybe i should be cleaning instead of fiddle-farting on here (as usual).

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totally random p.s. one of the best Star Trek parodies on YouTube (this is work-safe).

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Re: Clueless in California~

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i'm pretty sure we're safe with the dog. there's lots of dogs in history (though none that i know of specifically named Poppet).

i had thought of, a long while ago, having a black dog follow Morse around Paris (back when i was writing the whole Raziel thing). i had this whole thing about him feeding the dog the sandwiches that the nuns at Hotel Dieu would give him, etc. it wasn't any big "thing", just incidental and sorta emblematic of a lingering southern mythos (the whole black dog harbinger thing).

i'm blithering. the point is, i always wanted a dog-hanger-on somewhere.

so it might be amusing if Poppet the dog is just some little crop-tailed terrier who hangs around and begs chicken bones from Mr. Poppet on the lunch break between sessions.

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