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One Last Beer
Old Sal never saw a drink he didn’t like. You don’t believe me?
Let me tell you something. You remember that billboard we used to have out on I-9, the one for that car dealership? People said the competition knocked it down for a lark but I know for a fact Sal was reaching behind him for the last beer, when WHAM. I smacked his hand. And wham. He crashed.
I died. He lived. Now that the old goat has finally made it to the pearly gates, we have a score to settle. He still owes me a beer.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers and I’m pretty sure it’s a terrible, terrible story. Admittedly the first thing that came to mind when seeing this photo was Tubthumping and then I started thinking of funny song lyrics we always get wrong. I still don’t entirely believe the real lyrics to that song are the real lyrics to that song….
How was your week? I had a fairly productive one. I’ve made definite plans to go visit relatives in Canada who I’ve never met before. Depending on the how the Fall elections go here in the States, I may just ask about moving there permanently. (Just kidding!)
My other major accomplishment this week is the re-discovery of a manuscript/story I’ve been working on since I was a small child, my first novel ever. Re-reading it and seeing the concepts I’m struggling with to this day, I’ve decided to focus my editing on getting that story ready to be published for free, online – something which I have wanted to do for over a decade now. I love this story so much and so deeply I just want it out there. But I also want it to be beautiful. Also, I’m viewing this as a necessary learning experience for myself to grow as a writer.
These little, achievable writing goals. I definitely need them.
Also this week, got my cardio in every day. In lieu of the gym most days I’ve been walking the fitness loop at the mall because it’s much more convenient to get to.
In general, it’s been a pretty good week. How about yours?
This month for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, the question of the month is this: What was your very first piece of writing as an aspiring writer? Where is it now? Collecting dust or has it been published?
My first novel ever as an aspiring writer is called The Dark Circle and I first started writing it in my later single digit years, not exactly sure when, but I do remember the fuzzy red journal I used. This was back before everybody had a computer, let alone mobile devices. Sometimes I still like to hand-write partly because then it’s mine in a very personal way.
I’ve never published OR let go of that novel. Every few years or so I return to see if I’ve grown enough as a writer to finish it. It’s kind of like my white whale or maybe a treadmill where I always get something out of the trial. It’s very philosophical and full of naive youthful ambitions, starting in a world where people can recreate the world at will with their minds. In the opening scene the main character kills a fellow character out of sheer curiosity. She then gets into an argument with her current boyfriend. He’s from a different world and is horrified to discover that she doesn’t understand what murder is. The parent/creator of the person she killed is upset too, but mostly in a “you damaged my property” sort of way.
All of this sounds really horrible but she’s actually not a bad person, and she learns by the end of the first chapter. I love this novel. I do. It’s just super tricky.
What about you? Is there a hard, ongoing project you return to every now and again to see how much progress you can make this time?