Tuesday
I've started working on my next blockbuster. Nothing about schools or schoolgirls. I'm going back to the crime book idea I had a year ago last spring, the one that starts with the massacre in the pub with the nutter/killer disguised as a traffic warden.
I'm more interested in working on an idea like that since it'll be very plot based, and a story where everything the reader is first told is a lie. I think this is a normal way to write crime books and goes all the way back to Dashmell Hammet, the boy who wrote the Maltese Falcon.
This is one time I might start a book and not finish it. Well, I'll get the plotline written anyway.
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I say!
I read about someone who might interest you. Her name is Joan Pick and she lives off air, more or less.
She only eats raw food, runs everywhere she wants to go, hasn't been in a car for years, and so on.
She could be your role model, surely.
This must help a lot.
MM III
Mingin'! Psycho nutters! How come you know all the psycho nutters? I'm Mr Normal, remember? Hotboy
Didn't take you long to be finshed with the schoolgirl. How long's your refractory period?
Albert? I don't know what a refractory period is. Aren't you a bit old for them? Hotboy
Personally every traffic warden I've met here scares me. The idea of your new novel is great.
Marie: Fortunately, I do not have a motor! Hotboy
I say!
What is the opening line of this new book?
MM III
Mingin'! Be ages before I get to write any of it. But how's about: 'By the time the brains started dripping off the wall ...?' Kind of draws you in right at the start, eh? Hotboy
mingers - Joan Pick is an inspiration, but raw food is no help if you're a potato eater.
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