OOC: your thoughts?
I'm considering picking up another muse. I'm constantly taunted about where my writing limits lie so my brain IM'd Dr. Hannibal Lecter below is a mediocre taste (screen test) of a mock-post.
What most would consider difficult to ascertain, others appear to boast the abilities needed to detect what would be, to me, hidden things so miniscule about my nature that I might deem them insubstantial. Why those foreboding so greatly that a decision is made to wander into my clinic, seeking to repair the levees of their sense broken down in the storm of wanderlust that a mind is oft to partake in, define me as a mad man is, somehow, incomprehensible. I am a doctor and my aim remains steadfast in my efforts to help people. I've been told that administering my patients a generous cocktail of Lidocaine and Propofol was widely frowned upon by medical practitioners, yet I found it a suitable derivative when more in-depth surgical procedures were neccessary to get to the root of ones' particular psychological ailment. Those patients were usually rather gleeful to feel their brain take a breath of fresh air, capable only by extracting the cranial dome. They rarely lived beyond their own autopsy, though. I always thought it rather educational to learn about your own entrails while seeing them first hand. I suppose that sentiment goes unshared.
My biology centered officiousness is nay what only I and one other know to be my true secret. Let them prodigalize their theorems centering around my rapture of the sight of blood. That should keep the lumpkins at the FBI perpetually seeking motives for my random acts of kindness. It should also keep my heels hot by she who holds an obsession for me whilst I, likewise, harbor whispering words of rueful taunts into ears straining so hungrily for a bite of the coldest leftover clue. I know it's been a deal of time since she's heard from me. I dare to wonder if she's changed her hair. Fallen prey to the voracious bonds of matrimony, perhaps? Settled down into the red leather lazyboy with her feet up to attempt relaxation despite the sounds of bickering toddlers backgrounded by the local anchorman dramatically discussing details of the grisly demise John Doe met at the hands of a jealous lover? No, I should petition the falsehood of that pretense. My bet is on number two: yet another sleepless night ending passed out in the audience of a half emptied cup of coffee, reading the London Times headlines for the barest shred of dust that could possibly lead her to a toenail that I may have clipped in an outhouse somewhere around Piccadilla Hall.
Mmm. I can still smell the way her perfume mingled with her shampoo. Vanilla Mist Herbal Essences waltzing with Dolce & Gabbana. Sugar and spice, as the saying goes. Perhaps it's time I once again wrote Agent Starling a friendly letter. After all, it's the cordial responsibility of any long lost likeminded heart, is it not?
However, given my life's time restricting schedule, I would have to drop one character to take on Dr. Lecter, should the decision be made to do so.
Thus, this is where you, interested readers, come in. Being the indecisive curr that I am and based on the screen test above, what is your opinion on me taking Dr. Lecter on? And secondly, which character should go, if Dr. Lecter is to arrive? Aramis, or Draco?
S.O.S.!
What most would consider difficult to ascertain, others appear to boast the abilities needed to detect what would be, to me, hidden things so miniscule about my nature that I might deem them insubstantial. Why those foreboding so greatly that a decision is made to wander into my clinic, seeking to repair the levees of their sense broken down in the storm of wanderlust that a mind is oft to partake in, define me as a mad man is, somehow, incomprehensible. I am a doctor and my aim remains steadfast in my efforts to help people. I've been told that administering my patients a generous cocktail of Lidocaine and Propofol was widely frowned upon by medical practitioners, yet I found it a suitable derivative when more in-depth surgical procedures were neccessary to get to the root of ones' particular psychological ailment. Those patients were usually rather gleeful to feel their brain take a breath of fresh air, capable only by extracting the cranial dome. They rarely lived beyond their own autopsy, though. I always thought it rather educational to learn about your own entrails while seeing them first hand. I suppose that sentiment goes unshared.
My biology centered officiousness is nay what only I and one other know to be my true secret. Let them prodigalize their theorems centering around my rapture of the sight of blood. That should keep the lumpkins at the FBI perpetually seeking motives for my random acts of kindness. It should also keep my heels hot by she who holds an obsession for me whilst I, likewise, harbor whispering words of rueful taunts into ears straining so hungrily for a bite of the coldest leftover clue. I know it's been a deal of time since she's heard from me. I dare to wonder if she's changed her hair. Fallen prey to the voracious bonds of matrimony, perhaps? Settled down into the red leather lazyboy with her feet up to attempt relaxation despite the sounds of bickering toddlers backgrounded by the local anchorman dramatically discussing details of the grisly demise John Doe met at the hands of a jealous lover? No, I should petition the falsehood of that pretense. My bet is on number two: yet another sleepless night ending passed out in the audience of a half emptied cup of coffee, reading the London Times headlines for the barest shred of dust that could possibly lead her to a toenail that I may have clipped in an outhouse somewhere around Piccadilla Hall.
Mmm. I can still smell the way her perfume mingled with her shampoo. Vanilla Mist Herbal Essences waltzing with Dolce & Gabbana. Sugar and spice, as the saying goes. Perhaps it's time I once again wrote Agent Starling a friendly letter. After all, it's the cordial responsibility of any long lost likeminded heart, is it not?
However, given my life's time restricting schedule, I would have to drop one character to take on Dr. Lecter, should the decision be made to do so.
Thus, this is where you, interested readers, come in. Being the indecisive curr that I am and based on the screen test above, what is your opinion on me taking Dr. Lecter on? And secondly, which character should go, if Dr. Lecter is to arrive? Aramis, or Draco?
S.O.S.!