Holy frijole
... said Weird Al.
Well, I did start on a novel for National Novel Writing Month, but I certainly didn't get too far yet.
I call it The Sleuthing Team. Neighborhood children solving kiddie crimes. Who's stealing the mail out of Miss Havermeyer's mailbox? That's their first case. And the thing is, these aren't fifteen-year-old children or even ten-year-old children. They're more like six and under. Except they've got a leader who is thirteen, and she's smart and reads way too many mysteries and watches way too much crime TV. Basically, she lives in a neighborhood where, coincidentally, all of her closest neighbors have really small children. She's got no one her own age to hang out with, so she ends up bossing the little kids around and appointing herself their leader, and she eventually starts up a sleuthing team with them.
I started with a scene (though it probably won't be the beginning of the book) where she's talking to one young boy and asking him if he ever watches Blue's Clues. And then she asks him if he knows any other kids who watch it, because those kids will become part of the sleuthing team. She needs kids who understand the idea of searching for clues.
I don't know how good or how stupid this idea is, but it's in my head and it's what I ended up going with. I seriously doubt I can make it to 50,000 words by November 30th, but I can only try.
Work was fine tonight. Thursday night means Paul night. Paul's the truck driver who parks his semi in our lot to spend the night there. He always comes in the store and hangs out with me for a while. Well, he was really craving chocolate milk tonight. Unfortunately, we were out. He was very disappointed, so I suggested he make his own and I grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup off the shelf. He got all excited at that and grabbed a half gallon of milk. His huge chocolate milk craving had me craving it too, so I bought the syrup while he bought the milk and we shared it. He grapped two huge Pepsi cups from beneath the pop machine and poured half of the milk in each cup. We stirred in a bunch of chocolate and we both drank a quarter gallon of chocolate milk. Boy, did I feel sick later. Paul was just fine. Addict.
I've been working out at Snap Fitness again. They've got four TVs in there, but you can't turn the sound on. The captions are always on instead. One time I started watching an episode of The Dead Zone just for the hell of it while I was on the elliptical. Anyone ever seen The Dead Zone? Basically, Anthony Michael Hall is psychic. When he touches certain objects or people, he can see the past or the future. For instance, he might pick up a pen and see someone who once held it, and it's always got some significance to whatever case he's solving at the time. Well, you know with captions how whenever someone laughs or a door is slammed they put it in brackets? Like [ laughs ] or [ door slams ]. So I'm watching Dead Zone and he touches something, and before we're taken to what he sees, below it says this: [ psychic whoosh ]. And I thought that was the coolest thing ever. I immediately called Chuck and we laughed about it, and now we say it all the time. I say it kinda how Inspector Gadget might say "Go go Gadget hand!" because, to me, it sounds like a super power you have to call out. "Psychic whoosh!"
I have a life-sized printout of Kiefer Sutherland's head. It's pretty cool. I did it so that Pat and I could tape his face over Jeff Gordon's face on the Jeff Gordon cardboard cut-out that Darci keeps in the bait room at work. We did that over a week ago and I think Darci finally got sick of him and took him down. Pfft. As if Jeff is cooler than Kiefer. No way, man. So now I've got this Kiefer head in my room. Hmm, what to do with him? I should construct a body for him. It could be fun to have Kiefer Sutherland around the house. He could be Jack Bauer and protect the house from terrorists.
I told Chuck that Jack Bauer, Jake Green, Michael Westen, and Dexter need to work together. He agrees that that would be badass. I said, "Jake apprehends the murderers, using nifty gadgets that Michael whipped up at his place, and then Jack tortures them and Dexter kills them. Teamwork!"
~Ferryn
P.S. Now, if only I could write this much while working on my NaNoWriMo entry.
Well, I did start on a novel for National Novel Writing Month, but I certainly didn't get too far yet.
I call it The Sleuthing Team. Neighborhood children solving kiddie crimes. Who's stealing the mail out of Miss Havermeyer's mailbox? That's their first case. And the thing is, these aren't fifteen-year-old children or even ten-year-old children. They're more like six and under. Except they've got a leader who is thirteen, and she's smart and reads way too many mysteries and watches way too much crime TV. Basically, she lives in a neighborhood where, coincidentally, all of her closest neighbors have really small children. She's got no one her own age to hang out with, so she ends up bossing the little kids around and appointing herself their leader, and she eventually starts up a sleuthing team with them.
I started with a scene (though it probably won't be the beginning of the book) where she's talking to one young boy and asking him if he ever watches Blue's Clues. And then she asks him if he knows any other kids who watch it, because those kids will become part of the sleuthing team. She needs kids who understand the idea of searching for clues.
I don't know how good or how stupid this idea is, but it's in my head and it's what I ended up going with. I seriously doubt I can make it to 50,000 words by November 30th, but I can only try.
Work was fine tonight. Thursday night means Paul night. Paul's the truck driver who parks his semi in our lot to spend the night there. He always comes in the store and hangs out with me for a while. Well, he was really craving chocolate milk tonight. Unfortunately, we were out. He was very disappointed, so I suggested he make his own and I grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup off the shelf. He got all excited at that and grabbed a half gallon of milk. His huge chocolate milk craving had me craving it too, so I bought the syrup while he bought the milk and we shared it. He grapped two huge Pepsi cups from beneath the pop machine and poured half of the milk in each cup. We stirred in a bunch of chocolate and we both drank a quarter gallon of chocolate milk. Boy, did I feel sick later. Paul was just fine. Addict.
I've been working out at Snap Fitness again. They've got four TVs in there, but you can't turn the sound on. The captions are always on instead. One time I started watching an episode of The Dead Zone just for the hell of it while I was on the elliptical. Anyone ever seen The Dead Zone? Basically, Anthony Michael Hall is psychic. When he touches certain objects or people, he can see the past or the future. For instance, he might pick up a pen and see someone who once held it, and it's always got some significance to whatever case he's solving at the time. Well, you know with captions how whenever someone laughs or a door is slammed they put it in brackets? Like [ laughs ] or [ door slams ]. So I'm watching Dead Zone and he touches something, and before we're taken to what he sees, below it says this: [ psychic whoosh ]. And I thought that was the coolest thing ever. I immediately called Chuck and we laughed about it, and now we say it all the time. I say it kinda how Inspector Gadget might say "Go go Gadget hand!" because, to me, it sounds like a super power you have to call out. "Psychic whoosh!"
I have a life-sized printout of Kiefer Sutherland's head. It's pretty cool. I did it so that Pat and I could tape his face over Jeff Gordon's face on the Jeff Gordon cardboard cut-out that Darci keeps in the bait room at work. We did that over a week ago and I think Darci finally got sick of him and took him down. Pfft. As if Jeff is cooler than Kiefer. No way, man. So now I've got this Kiefer head in my room. Hmm, what to do with him? I should construct a body for him. It could be fun to have Kiefer Sutherland around the house. He could be Jack Bauer and protect the house from terrorists.
I told Chuck that Jack Bauer, Jake Green, Michael Westen, and Dexter need to work together. He agrees that that would be badass. I said, "Jake apprehends the murderers, using nifty gadgets that Michael whipped up at his place, and then Jack tortures them and Dexter kills them. Teamwork!"
~Ferryn
P.S. Now, if only I could write this much while working on my NaNoWriMo entry.