The soundtrack for my novelette/novella/thing-of-undetermined-length is
Once More with Feeling, you know, the Buffy musical. Of course you know--I've put a picture to the left. I think it's just an excuse to visit You Tube daily.
I've got a theory. Some kid is dreaming. And we're all stuck inside his wacky Broadway nightmare...(Apologies, but sometimes you gotta belt out a song. Be grateful you're not in the room with me and a karaoke machine).
Barbed Wire Hearts (working title) currently stands at 10,376 words and is about a boy who loses his heart...
If made of glass, his heart would have splintered. If balloon like, it 'd burst. Where it once beat, it thudded, then dropped into his bowels waiting for him to shit it out. ...literally. I made poor Eddie wander around a forest with it dribbling down his inner leg. Although, I'm reserving my sorrow for Rose, she's just discovered the coroner's stitches on her chest. I don't think he did a very good job.
Published on February 23, 2011 18:48