Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
It's been a while since I've updated everybody on the status of my novel, and there might even be some people reading this blog that have not even heard about it yet.
Anyways, the working title is called Bleed Well. It's about a man, Fredrick, who recently moved back to his native village up in the mountains. Then, when he is walking about one morning, a deer, possessed by one of the gods, walks up to him and he starts hearing the voices of his dead parents. Fredrick freaks out and bashes the deer's skull in with a rock. This unleashes a fury of events that complicate Fredrick's life, and he must struggle to put the pieces back together.
That's a pretty crappy little blurb, but I didn't quite want to just post what I have for my query letter. Perhaps later.
So where I'm at right now is I'm finishing up the second-to-last revisions, while I do the final polish on some of the earlier chapters. (I do my edits in waves that allows me to work on 3 or 4 different parts of the novel at the same time) At the rate I'm going, I should be done with everything by the middle of April (dependent on the beta readers) and then I'll start submitting to agents.
I already have my afore mentioned query letter mostly done, and I've got a pretty large chapter by chapter summary that I'm eventually going to work into a 5, 3, and 1 page synopsis.
That's what's going on with my novel. Hopefully it is well received once it goes out, and I'll try to blog more on the status as I get closer to this exciting time!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The man bet on black; I heard he won.
Me, I don’t have all that much to loose; I don’t have all that much to gain. I’m still not sure if the odds are with or against me. I know it’s one to five. I’m just not sure what outcome I want. But that’s why I’m leaving it up to fate.
Although I thought about evening the odds -- it didn’t seem fair to the lower probability option -- I concluded long ago that three to three just doesn’t sound right. Plus, that’s not how this game is played.
I put in the ball, spin the wheel, and I’m playing my own game of roulette. I’m betting everything I have. As the wheel makes it’s last click, I pull the trigger to see if I won.
It was black.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I've been inspired to do a couple Friday Flash stories on a certain theme...
This story is rated R.
It was strange how the weight of the gun felt in my hand. It was heavier than I expected, but it still seemed light for something with that much power. Scott watched me stare at his gun until he cleared his throat and I looked up. He nodded at me and I put the bullet into one of the chambers.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” he said.
“Of course I am. I’m not going to let some little bitch like you play the ‘but I was in Iraq so I’ve got balls’ card and get away with it.”
“It’s not because I was in Iraq that I have balls. It’s the other way around dude. If you had any, you’ve been--”
“Shut up and just let me fuckin do this.” I spun the chamber, the tiny gears whirred away until I slapped the cylinder back into place.
Scott rolled back on the couch and started laughing. “I never expected you to take this so far. Just put it away--”
“No, man. No.” I pointed the gun straight down onto my thigh, pulled back the hammer, and squeezed the trigger. I heard a click, and I pulled the gun up; my leg was shaking. “Dude. Oh my god, what a rush. You have to try this.”
“No fucking way. No.”
“There’s no way I’m putting a gun--”
“You fucking pussy.”
Scott shook his head, leaned forward, grabbed one of the near-empty bottles of warm, cheap beer, and drank it. “Give it to me.” He took the gun and stared at it in his hand. “I’ll show you how to fucking do this.”
He cleaned off the table with one swipe, knocking the bottles to the floor, and slapped his left palm onto the water-stained wood. “Leg’s nothin. This takes real balls.” He pointed the barrel on the top of his hand, cocked, and fired.
“Whew!” Scott jumped up and down, shaking his hand. I didn’t hear anything and his hand looked fine. “Yea man! Fuck yea! That was one hell of a rush.”
He tossed the gun back to me.
“We’re going more than once?”
“Oh hell yea. All the way baby. All the way. Once you start, you can’t stop.”
“Fuck it.” I put my right hand on the table, like Scott did with his left. “I write with this one bitch. Left hand’s nothin.” I fumbled with the hammer, but once it was back I pulled the trigger. I again heard the soft click, and when I looked down, my hand was fine.
“Back to you.”
“Gimmie that shit.” Scott took the gun from me and pointed it at his abdomen. “Hand’s nothin. This shit will fuck you up.”
“Dude, that’s just stupid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
He pulled the trigger.
I heard it that time. It was unmistakable. I fell off my chair and the gun tumbled across the floor. I looked up at Scott as his eyes rolled back into his head.