Paper Pages

Bruce is a man that I am very fond of. He's stocky and balding and his voice is gruff like the Cookie Monster. I love his story, and he said I could use it, but it's such a bittersweet tale that I cant seem to bring myself to write it. It's what happens to my fictional cop and it's harsh, oh it's harsh as all hell.

But then Bruce walks up all smiling and wearing a newsboy cap and all this green and plaid and he has a plastic green necklace and he says "Top of the morning to you," half jokingly as he throws a piece of trash into the trash barrel outside of David's bins and I wonder why I cant just get the fuck over it already and write the next part of the story.

I'm knitting less but I'm writing more. That is to say that I've got my young adult novel in the process of being rewritten from the pale and dry crap that it was and I've been taking a lot of notes in my journal. I've also decided that my journal is too hard to go back and sift through for notes so I've ordered a stack of Moleskines and I've bought an expensive pen to use in them so that each book has its own journal full of notes.

Five books you may or may not know about:

A Powdery Tattoo- young adult novel largely inspired by Victor back before he was a big fat asshole, also pertains to the weirdness that it was to be in high school just a year after Columbine. Okay for adults to read it's just that there aren't any sex scenes or heavy swear words.

Social Butterfly- Bombshell II which follows the story of another stripper who is largely based on Mustang Sally, broken English included. It's a year later so the lives of the characters from Bombshell have changed for worse or for better, plus gaps from Bombshell get filled in quite nicely. Not to mention lots and lots of cop stories.

Chelsea's Demon- Bombshell III which is 20 years in the future and follows these new characters with the aging original characters in tow...you might be able to figure out what I mean by that but I don't want to spoil Bombshell for those who haven't read it yet. The style is different but the details are pretty rich, and this is the one that's written 3/4 of the way through the story, nosing right up to the edge of this dramatic event but I cant quite push it over yet. Nobody dies, but...when you read it, you'll shit bricks.

Girls Are Pretty- Another high school story but this will not be appropriate for children. This is based on my senior year in band when we had this new teacher who sexually harassed and manipulated me and several other girls. Of course some of them liked it. It takes place in the semi fictional Mystic Lake, Ca, which is a real lake but not a real city. It's basically a big mud puddle that is now drying up because of the drought over in Moreno Valley. Regardless, there's a lot of sex and drama in this book, like teacher student sex, and somebody dies so that's good. I'm not really clear how all this is going to go yet.

The Fool on the Hill- Golden Dawn II, which is 15 years after the first book ended. Think about the word "malingerer" and decide if it makes sense to you, then go back and read Golden Dawn again. There's going to be a lot of backstory involving the Kade family, specifically one elder who was only briefly mentioned in the first novel. Oh and that whole idea behind the word "malingerer," just throw it out the window because you're probably wrong anyway. Oh yeah, and where's Dani?

These five stories in my head that are either partially on paper, only in note form, or not even really doing anything yet, but they're swirling around up there. And for some reason when I look into the beedie little eyes of a poppet I'm inspired to check out these new worlds. I cant help it, but it's true. They've somehow become an aid to my writing, sort of like how people who work in cubes have those metal balls suspended by strings that swing back and forth on their desks, and like Dilbert comics and such. So does the feel of ink on paper kind of inspire me, with these really nice journals I'm getting and my pen from the scrapbooking store, all acid free and fancy. My current journal is just in whatever ink I could find at the time some idea struck me.

And there is an extra one so that David can journal his beer recipes and paste the labels from the ones that he's tried and liked.

Bruce tells me for the third time the story about the time he sold a cobra to a guy when he was under cover, then turned the guy around and slapped the cuffs on him. And I never get tired of hearing that story.

I just need to tell my story now.