Nightly Proscrastinations, cont.

NaNo’s been taking up a bit of my time this month, but I’ve got a few moments for some words.

November is always a crazy time for me since I always undertake the writer’s challenge, and when you throw the annual travel south to visit family for the Thanksgiving holidays, I have even less time to reach my goal. I’m not overly concerned with actually completing it and I certainly won’t stress myself out over it. I’ve been hitting the write-ins (okay, the one yesterday at the Black Lotus Brewery), and I do enjoy the creative synergy. Probably won’t do the Saturday one, but I may.

I’ve been following the Cleveland unearthing of the bodies and it makes me curious about the neighbors and everyone’s willingness to blame the sausage factory for the smell of decaying flesh instead of say, a serial killer a few doors down. I do realize people want to see the best in all humans, and the idea of someone storing bodies in crawlspaces and skulls in buckets is something only I would come up with in a moment of desperation, but let’s get honest now – I’d never be that sloppy. I know people and can get myself on a few hundred pounds of QuikLime with a bat of my lashes.

The MetroTimes brought me a story about Kovacs Bar in Delray, a dying neighborhood stuck between greed and progress. Bob and Delores tend bar and they could use a few fresh faces to brighten their day. I’d like to take a little trip to the Little Village That Was and have myself a drink or two. The descriptions of the bar’s art deco style coupled with the warm glow of the wood accents are drawing me in hard. Who’d like to have a drink with me this weekend?

I don’t even want to talk about the Phillies/Yankees game on right now. That way lies madness.

Warren Ellis has launched something pretty amazing and there is no doubt in my mind you should scoop up a few copies of his collection, Shivering Sands. As anyone who has tried to track Warren on the Internets in the last several years can attest – the man is everywhere. Sure you can try to keep up with his mailing list and forum, webpage, online serial, etc., but it’s exhausting. In a rare moment of benevolence, he has collected these striking works (normally restricted under doctor/patient files were the man properly committed) into one handsomely bound volume. Go forth and procure yourself a copy. You’ll thank me when your Holiday shopping is complete before the decorations go up next week.

I have been informed again that the previous 438 words cannot count to my nightly word count so I’ll end it here. My NaNo novel (thanks for asking) is progressing as well as can be expected for a story with no outline, no discernible plot, and no conceivable end. In other words, I’m having a ball. Ridiculous freedom in writing without constraints, and fun is what November is all about – you know, before the relatives and excessive drinking kicks in.

Good night.

7 thoughts on “Nightly Proscrastinations, cont.

  1. Wow; looks like Anthony Sowell is going for John Wayne Gacy-style SK notoriety. Dang. How many residents of that area do you think will undergo a sudden conversion to vegetarianism?

    And I read that article about Kovacs Bar as well (and I thought you hated the MetroTimes!) With most of the ‘patrons’ there being penniless transients, I found myself wondering how the hell they manage to stay in business.

  2. Did you order a copy of Shivering Sands? It is an interesting idea, his collection. I’m thinking you could easily do the same since your posts are so entertaining.