I tried listening to Tomahawk a couple years ago, but didn’t get into them. Then, last night I came across “God Hates a Coward” and, I don’t know. Yes, it’s fucked up, but yet it works.
Archive for March, 2009
For several years I’ve been working on a novel, None of Them Knew the Color of the Sky. It consists of four parts, each told from the point of view of a different character. Despite writing a chapter or two a month, for several months I’ve been a perpetual six to seven chapters away from finishing Part II. There was a cliffhanger I was working towards, but I could only inch towards it. Well, about a week ago I sat down and figured out what I still needed to get to that cliffhanger, and was relieved to find I was only six chapters. So for the last few days I’ve been working on the first of those six chapters, but as I was finishing it up something felt wrong. I was writing an ending. I panicked trying to think of a way to jump start things again for those other five chapters before I could have the cliffhanger. But this point in the story is a natural ending. It just works for me to end Part II at that point. I’m halfway done with my novel. Holy shit! 😀
Even better, I figured that after I finished Part II, I would need to take some time off to work out Part III. I know how Part III ends, but I didn’t really know how to start it. But now I can meld those five chapters and the cliffhanger into the beginning of Part III, and it works!
I’m almost bouncing in my chair. I’M HALFWAY DONE WITH MY NOVEL!
This is something that has been bugging me for awhile, but an event today annoyed the hell out of me so much I needed to write this.
I was going to a coffee shop in a little strip mall to do some writing. When I pulled into the parking lot, there was a car pulling out of the aisle I wanted to go down and a guy with a coffee cup waiting to cross the road. I stopped, with my turn signal on, letting them both go so they would be out of my way. Well, the guy moseyed across the street, not even trying to pick up his pace. In the past month or so, there have been three or four times where I’ve been courteous enough to let people pass in front of me and they’ve taken their sweet time. If someone is older, with kids, have their hands full, I don’t mind them taking their time, but most people – after seeing you stop for them – will jog across, and I appreciate that. But for some people, apparently the world needs to stop for them.
But it gets better. After the guy passed I pulled into the aisle, and had to stop again because the stupid schmuck was moseying down the middle of the fucking lane! I had to wait for him to wander back over to one side. How ignorant can one be? I mean, do you really want to annoy someone who’s driving something that can turn you into a bloody smear?
This reminds me of an argument I had with an ex-girlfriend years ago. We were walking in a park and at one point the path crossed a road. We and a car approached the crosswalk at the same time and – despite the “stop for pedestrians in the crosswalk” sign – I stopped until I was sure the car was stopping. My girlfriend told me, “It’s the law, they have to stop,” to which I replied, “Just because they have to stop doesn’t mean they will stop.” She then gave me this long lecture about how I was a “fearful person.” But to me, it’s just common sense to give the right of way to something that could kill you. You never read stories of some guy getting hit by a car and the car getting the worst of the deal.
A friend of mine recently told me something that on one hand makes sense, but on the other is completely insane. His boss (we’ll call him A) told him not to work so hard. A manages a couple people and they have a pretty steady work load. But recently – as occasionally happens – their output exceeded their input and for a couple days they just had busy work. A seemed worried that if his boss found out his team had downtime, some would be moved to other, overworked departments. (My friend’s company isn’t hiring so they use internal shuffling to handle the workload.)
So, for A to keep control of his mini-empire, his employees need to be less productive. As I said, on one hand it makes sense …