Sunday, March 07, 2004
I forgot to mention the most annoying thing about Freddy vs. Jason (or was it Jason vs. Freddy?). Every five minutes or so, sometimes less, someone, usually a slutty, half-witted teenage girl, was forced to utter, "Oh my god!" No, that's not right. "Omigod!" That's closer to right. It would have made a great drinking game. Take a drink every time one of the bimbos says "omigod!" No one but the most hardened drunks would make it past the first half hour. Omigod! Jesus, that's fucking annoying.
The story is finished. We did the read-through yesterday. I tweaked and polished. I added a few hundred words of text. And a new title, "Houses Under the Sea," which I sort of borrowed from T. S. Eliot's "East Coker." You know, The houses are all gone under the sea./ The dancers are all gone under the hill. I think those two lines have a wonderfully Lovecraftian undertone. Anyway, there it is. Another story. I've lost count. This one's the last Very Long Short Story that I'm going to write for a while. The final word count is 11,159 words, which is about twice as long as any short story has a right to be. Yes, I'm overstating my case. But I miss the days when my short stories averaged 5-6K words. Time now to be less expansive. Time to be claustrophobic. Time to be tightly focused. Time to get away from Story and back to Character. By the way, "Houses Under the Sea" was written for Thrillers II, a book being published by Cemetery Dance Publications. I'm supposed to do 20K words worth of text for the book. I still have 9K to go. I may do another shorter story and a poem. I'm not sure when the book is scheduled to be released, or who the other author/s will be.
Maybe I'll clean my office today.
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