Mr. Fox and Rabbit - New Part 1

"I feel like I am sinking into sand," said Mr. Fox. He raised the bottle of wine and drank (again).
"That's because you are an alcoholic," said Rabbit, morosely. "It also doesn't help that you fall in love at the drop of a hat."
"No, that's you," muttered Mr. Fox.
"That's just lust. You are the serial monogamist."
Mr. Fox sighed and raised the bottle towards the window, seeing the black turn to scarlet. "It took a lot of courage to say something that true," he said. "I'd lost my way."
"So what're you gonna do?"
Mr. Fox shrugged. He struggled within the sugarcoated jacket. "I covered everything up with veneer. I can't feel much like this. I also wrote too much out of me in the Magpie book. I am not sure how much of me there is left." He began to peel the jacket off in little painful strips.
"What are you doing?"
"I am missing me," said Mr. Fox. "I apologize to everyone for being someone else. You see, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of a lot of things, but most of all I'm afraid of not being real. I want to know what there is underneath the veneer, even after the love and the fear of death is stripped away."
"Oh, I understand. You are afraid that you strip it away and all you'll find will be..."
"You," said Mr. Fox, nodding.

A real entry

Maybe Kellie is right.
For a long time I stopped using the blog now as I originally used it, which was mainly as my confessional. I shoved my fears and my emotions out into the open and I derived strength from the few comments that I got. I shall not

I guess the reason for this change was that I shared the URL with my ex girlfriend and I had to censor myself. We are not dating anymore so that's no longer a constraint, still, there are other reasons.

I had no hope when I wrote the first few months worth of entries. I thought I was dying and I felt exiled, friendless. I was still in love, hopelessly.

I am not in love anymore and I no longer think I'm dying. Maybe that's why the entries became stale. Thank you Kellie. Sometimes it is necessary to be told to one's face when one has lost his way. I will consider very carefully what it is that I wish to do with this blog, if anything. Sometimes I feel like I am going through the motions without actually dipping into the well.

Cut Scenes from Revenge of the Sith

I just watched this movie twice (using it as background while I do something else) and I keep thinking of parts that were not included. For instance: there is not a single scene where nourishment is consumed or expelled. I can totally see the Emperor taking a big, evil dump, groaning, using the dark side of the force to break up his nearly constant constipation. Also, his plans for Yoda indubitably included butter - Yoda is a frog, a tasty frog, a LARGE tasty frog. Like Gargamel vs the Smurfs, the Emperor would have been gaga over some steamed Yoda.

Good - Draft 2

pizza, beer,
stream of soft clicky bike,
girls, the sun at high night.
rays of green sea light,
cones of champagne fizzle.

decayed buildings, gargoyles,
black wine, books, a fire, on water.
flames of a soft blue torch, chunk of smooth cool hot night.

tales, magic,
thickets so deep the hidden is real,
blue wings, blue eyes, gold so yellow it's cheese.

When Smokey sings

I hear violins.

long roads the sword of fury craves,
hard walls it builds around the soft,

farslayer howls acrosss the world,

shards of vivid primary colors, shattered on a parsnip,
god.

It's been a long time, a long time, she said - corrosive, mangled and skewed.
so I draw.

It's simply time.

A fantasy novel

Ok, we've covered erotica and psychodrama...
Fantasy, we haven't done that yet, at least not in a publishable form.

There are problems with the idea though.
First off, nobody in their right mind buys a 100000 word fantasy novel. They want a trilogy at a minimum (barebones that's 300000 words) - I simply don't have that kind of time or perseverance. I mean, it took me 8 months to write the psychodramahorror and that was only 100000 words (ok, 102k, but hey).

I also don't have the knowledge base. I can write freaky dialogue and come up magic items, sure... even relics, religions, cities, histories, mythologies, weather, climate, and odd looking animals. However I have no idea about how things work - take horseback riding. I know what a gelding is, but that's about it... Saddle, bit and bridle, blah blah blah... I can't really look this up on Wikipedia and sound like I know what I'm talking about...

So I will walk you through this concept to test the waters, so to speak:
No horses (I guess there can be some kind of hoof and mouth disease epidemic... takes less time to research than the whole horseback riding crap).
War (I hate non-dynamic universes).
Magic but very few magic-users.
Non-static, devolving world. Elves... but fucked up, weird elves. There will only be about 6 of them (combined in the whole race).

I am thinking Elric of Melnibone meets... uhm.... A Bridge Too Far.
I guess.

The Best Cartoons!

Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Dexter's Laboratory
The Powerpuff Girls

Uhmmm....

Twin Dolls Part II
SpongeBob Squarepants
Totally Spies - I confess that I actually like this. I know this marks me as someone with issues (like you didn't know this already ( if you are reading this...)) but here it is.
Bugs Bunny
Macskajaj - this is a Hungarian animated movie... It's awesome! I think if you Google it you can find it.

A rose, a rose, a rose

Budapest, or the Second Coming of Venice

The Danube is flooding... It's unbelievable.

Mail THIS

I wish I had a digital camera. Finally mailed the query letter, synopsis and first 52 pages of my psychothriller horror novel to my hoped-for literary agent in California. Let me tell you, the envelope was dripping in the coolest stamps on Earth. There were these huge things that were paintings and lots of other stamps too... It looked awesome.

Typically, I sent it to the most highly respected agent on the planet. Pig doesn't mess around with anything but the best. Her agency accepts 2% of submissions. Could I have revised the book to be better? Yes. I could have. But I am tired of working on it, truth be told. It's been 8 months of work (although not every single day). I just want to go to New Zealand and eat mutton, wash it down with a pitcher of harsh green Sauvignon Blanc and watch the sun rise.

I'll be back later, I have to recover my phone (I left it at the business card place). This is the second time I lost my phone over the past three weeks.

Good

pizza, beer, riding a bike,
pretty girls, the sun, but not in the sky:
sunlight in green sea, crystal spears of bright.

decaying buildings, gargoyles,
smoking black wine, dusty books, a fire, but not on the ground:
flames of a torch, forgotten dark on bold hot night.

tales, magic, thickets so deep the hidden is a promise,
blue wings, blue eyes, gold so yellow it's cheese.

Mr. Fox and Rabbit - I am hung over - don't ask what number I'm on

“How should I put this,” began Rabbit.
“Contract scurvy. Worked for me,” suggested Mr. Fox. He was nearly done with the dessert.
Rabbit’s ears twirled around one another, forming a scepter of uncooked gristle. “I know we are standing before the palace of cheese; nevertheless, I vote for becoming a shoe designer for Prada.”
“You’re only saying this because you have a shoe fetish,” growled Dr. Bear. “And because I ate all the berries.”
“Fair enough,” sighed Rabbit, examining this web site: http://www.orientvisual.com/6inchforever/frames.htm
“I have decided to go on a really cool bike tour tomorrow.” He finally said it, the statement accentuated by a violent nasal twitch.
Dr. Bear raised a paw. “I can ride a bike.”
“A unicycle.”
“As long as you wear the hat and the… what do you call it… the nose.”
“Yes, the big red nose.”
“I finished my book,” said Mr. Fox, selfishly monopolizing the remnants of the conversation. “The one about the psychotic chick and the magpies.”
“In the expanded Star Wars universe there is an Imperial Remnant,” said Dr. Bear helpfully.
“So?” smirked Rabbit. “I finished my book a year ago.”
“Yeah… That one is an all time classic. Will it be marketed in the back rooms of video stores, wrapped in shiny black plastic?”
“I don’t really know,” said Rabbit, uncomfortable. “But I know that they photoshopped the cover image. I’m a touch nervous about it, truth be told...”
“Dr. Bear, what’s your book gonna be on?”
“I think… I will write about Protein Mining.”

So hot, I wanna ride her all day

Yessss.... Here she is: