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Mystery Writing Update: Mystery Story #2, entitled "Taken Alive," is printed, collated, and could be stapled at any moment. The title is actually just the last name of one of the characters in the story, and not even the main character, and the only reason it's the title is that I thought it was such a cool name that I wanted it to be in the story more. I didn't even think of the name, I took it from an issue of Sports Illustrated that talks about a basketball tournament in South Dakota (where the story is set, incidentally) and has a picture of some Indian kid named Ray Taken Alive. You can't tell me that isn't a bad ass name.
As you may or may not remember, I am also currently engaged in a collaborative novel with five other people, which is going shockingly well. The people in my group actually like to work hard, and while their collective writing talent is marginal in my oh-so-elitist eyes, they generate quality ideas and show real desire to do good work. This pleases me. And when I consider what the other groups are working on, a 1970s tea-cosy mystery, a supernatural zombie-vampire adventure, and some sort of descent into the hellish world of a young pornographer, I consider our subject to far less offensive to the palate. It's a nice, quiet story of two women, one of whom is on a quest to discover the truth about her grandmother (the other woman, oddly enough), who just happened to be an Irish spying on the English at the behest of the Nazis. I wouldn't have chosen this subject matter on my own, but with a little prodding from others I'm more or less engaged in the story. If anyone is still reading this (and I mean that in the larger sense), congratulations. You've won a lifetime subscription to The Firestorm. The fire sti...oh, you know the drill.
Illness Update: I'm better now.
Gnarwhal Update: I still don't know if they're whales or fucking what. Is that even how you spell gnarwhal? Christ...
My Roommate is Weird Update: Well, he is. (Which one am I talking about? If any of you f*ckers are reading this, I'm talking about you.)
Future Plans Update: Frighteningly little progress to report.
The Best Album Ever Made Update: It's still Global-a-Go-Go by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros.
I Hate It When People Use The World Literally Wrong Update: Like, for example, if I were to say: "The album Global-a-Go-Go by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros literally blows my fucking head off." That would be a lie. And a senseless rape of the English language.
Percentage of All Mystery Books Written that Are Complete and Utter Crap Update: 99%. So far my list of exceptions include "The Big Sleep" by Raymond Chandler and "Taken Alive" by Ben Miller. And I guess there's a book about some lady who was an Irish spy for the Nazis that has some really awesome parts punctuated by idiotic ramblings that sound like a completely different author.
I'm Outta Here Update: It's true.
Mystery Writing Update: Mystery Story #2, entitled "Taken Alive," is printed, collated, and could be stapled at any moment. The title is actually just the last name of one of the characters in the story, and not even the main character, and the only reason it's the title is that I thought it was such a cool name that I wanted it to be in the story more. I didn't even think of the name, I took it from an issue of Sports Illustrated that talks about a basketball tournament in South Dakota (where the story is set, incidentally) and has a picture of some Indian kid named Ray Taken Alive. You can't tell me that isn't a bad ass name.
As you may or may not remember, I am also currently engaged in a collaborative novel with five other people, which is going shockingly well. The people in my group actually like to work hard, and while their collective writing talent is marginal in my oh-so-elitist eyes, they generate quality ideas and show real desire to do good work. This pleases me. And when I consider what the other groups are working on, a 1970s tea-cosy mystery, a supernatural zombie-vampire adventure, and some sort of descent into the hellish world of a young pornographer, I consider our subject to far less offensive to the palate. It's a nice, quiet story of two women, one of whom is on a quest to discover the truth about her grandmother (the other woman, oddly enough), who just happened to be an Irish spying on the English at the behest of the Nazis. I wouldn't have chosen this subject matter on my own, but with a little prodding from others I'm more or less engaged in the story. If anyone is still reading this (and I mean that in the larger sense), congratulations. You've won a lifetime subscription to The Firestorm. The fire sti...oh, you know the drill.
Illness Update: I'm better now.
Gnarwhal Update: I still don't know if they're whales or fucking what. Is that even how you spell gnarwhal? Christ...
My Roommate is Weird Update: Well, he is. (Which one am I talking about? If any of you f*ckers are reading this, I'm talking about you.)
Future Plans Update: Frighteningly little progress to report.
The Best Album Ever Made Update: It's still Global-a-Go-Go by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros.
I Hate It When People Use The World Literally Wrong Update: Like, for example, if I were to say: "The album Global-a-Go-Go by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros literally blows my fucking head off." That would be a lie. And a senseless rape of the English language.
Percentage of All Mystery Books Written that Are Complete and Utter Crap Update: 99%. So far my list of exceptions include "The Big Sleep" by Raymond Chandler and "Taken Alive" by Ben Miller. And I guess there's a book about some lady who was an Irish spy for the Nazis that has some really awesome parts punctuated by idiotic ramblings that sound like a completely different author.
I'm Outta Here Update: It's true.