Red Tash's Blog, page 257
November 3, 2011
Nano Day 3:
Notable Nanos:
This girl was turning into an awful...
Nano Day 3:
Notable Nanos:
This girl was turning into an awful lot of trouble. I sincerely hoped Zelda planned to give me a good reason for looking after this chick, because contrary to what you may have heard about trolls, chasing women through the woods at night isn't all it's cracked up to be. Neither is being pursued by a homicidal drug lord.
I caught Dave's scent, laced with fresh hot murder, and took off after him, instead.
Other notes:
There are unspoken laws among the troll community. One of the biggest is displayed in Chapter 8.5, More Than a Human. Harlow is pursued by his evil druglord cousin Dave, following Deb's escape from the bastard. Dave is murderous, and blames Harlow (wrongly) for the girl's escape. However, Deb has unwittingly led the two through the woods to Highway 37—the stretch between Bedford and Bloomington patrolled by Indiana State police.
When the police car pulled up on the shoulder, I hesitated, then I kicked Dave hard in the chin, knocking him off his feet. Pretty much all the police in three counties were in Dave's pocket, so I was prepared to glamour the hell out of anyone heading our way to nose around.
The kid who stumbled down the embankment into the fight scene was a Statie, so more than likely was uncorrupted, but the look on his face when he saw Dave sprawled over the hood of the Caddy told me as much about his character as the dark stain growing on the front of his police uniform trousers. Sure, these state cops are tough—but two brawling trolls in the middle of the night is a little much for even the Indiana State Police to deal with.
Dave groaned and sat up, rubbing his head and his ass simultaneously. His tusks protruding, gruesome and obvious, he glowered at the officer. To the trooper's credit, he only went white—he didn't pass out. While Dave enjoyed looming large over the man, I glanced in the direction of the highway. About a mile away, Deb was cresting a hill. I could barely see her, even with my enchanted vision. Bikers. Lots of them.
"We'll have to glamour him," I said to Dave.
"Or eat him," he replied. He grunted, then added "Asshole."
I shrugged. "Maybe so," I said. "But I'm you'reasshole."
Or, more accurately, McJagger's.
I'm officially writing now. I only got about 100 new words in, because I realized I need to actually re-read what I've already written for Harlow, so I stopped and started again on him. Then I ended up doing a little line-editing. The Harlow piece was written in chunks here and there with total abandon, so it repeats itself and needs more editing than what I've written for Deb in the early part of the book. That makes a straight read-through a bit of a challenge, so I kinda *had* to edit.
Still, it's 100 words I will *take.*
Mushrooms courtesy oldbookillustrations:
inky cap (Coprinopsis atramentaria)
Albin Schmalfuss, from Führer für Pilzfreunde (The mushroom lover's guidebook) vol. 2, by Edmund Michael, Zwickau, 1901.
(Source: archive.org)
timtash:
This caught my attention as it depicts Tristan and...
This caught my attention as it depicts Tristan and Isolde. The tale predates the more popular and well known Lancelot and Guinevere of the King Aurthor legends.
I found it interesting that in this picture they are at Sea sharing a glass of wine.
"Tristan And Isolde"
John William Waterhouse
1905
November 2, 2011
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supersonicelectronic:
New work by Michael C. Hsiung. (Be sure...
Michael C. Hsiung
Michael C. Hsiung
Michael C. Hsiung
Michael C. Hsiung
Michael C. Hsiung
New work by Michael C. Hsiung. (Be sure and follow on Tumblr.)
Author Jason McKinney posted his daughter's zombie story...
Author Jason McKinney posted his daughter's zombie story on his blog, as part of the recent Coffin Hop.
Next, he entered my contest wherein I gave everyone who qualified a custom comic panel. I cruised his blog at blink speed and keyed in immediately on Sarah's story, so I turned it into a comic.
Here she is! The world's youngest, most rapidly published, horror/comic author. :)
Did I mention the Coffin Hop was all that? So fun.
PROFANITY ALERT
There's so much of it concentrated in this...
PROFANITY ALERT
There's so much of it concentrated in this one post, I feel it's only fair to warn you.
Damn it, my computer ate today's post. Nanowrimo Day 2, you'll just have to be shrouded in mystery for now.
I can say that I got through another four chapters of re-formatting, then realized I needed to fix another formatting issue entirely, and re-did what I fixed yesterday. So, all-in-all, I've fixed 51/128 pages in Word, and hopefully I won't have to go through all that again. I should be able to quickly finish my changes to the format tomorrow, cross your fingers. Still no new notable prose.
Notable nanos:
…we were past the city limits sign, and deep in the heart of Country. The smell of cowshit and broken dreams. Aw, yeah .
A bright fire blazed ahead of me in a clearing. One of Dave's teenager parties. I wondered who would die at this one.
"You hear that?" the first of the half-English kids said. "Someone out there?"
"It's an owl, you dumbfuck, didn't you hear it tweet?" said the other.
"Owl's don't tweet, douche-for-brains. They crow."
I confess I did get a little sidetracked by the song titles I'd forgotten about, and I made a little Troll or Derby playlist. It's not finished yet, but I posted it so far, just a bit ago. I'm sure I'll add to that.
Next week, I'll repost the updated TBD playlist I got sidetracked working on today, too. (Thanks, Amy, for posting a spectacular five-star review of TBD to Amazon, in the midst of your own Nanoing!)
PS, I love today's art set for it's own intrinsic value, but I will add that it also has something to do with Dave's mysteriously upholstered Caddy…
