Infected

Quote of the day:
“I kind of lost the plot a little bit there really. I wasn’t very happy at all. I don’t think alcohol can make you happy.” – Kate Moss.

Despite several rounds of antibiotics and complementary antihistamines, steroids and drops, my ear infection returned. Tenacity like that is impressive, yes? My only wish is that the bacteria picked on someone with a more robust immune system.

All these drugs flooding my bloodstream, I feel like losing the plot a bit myself. Rereading that above sentence reminds me that Kate Moss and I have something in common. Now that really scares me.

The only good news on the writing front this past week – given the woeful page count – a proper replacement title for Velocity. A temporary one served as a placeholder for the past few months, since Dean Koontz released a book by that name. Be the similarity coincidence or fate, it annoyed me; I dug that title. Now since the working title no longer matters, it shall be forgotten, burned and buried in a box. And maybe wrapped in tinfoil and shipped to Abu Dhabi.

As much as I liked Velocity, the latest title is more appropriate. And nope, not a whisper of until its on a query letter. ‘Tis the season for secrets.

Take your 250 and…

The weather took a nasty turn this week and with it, my writing streak. Until Sunday, daily word count averaged in the low 1000’s. For the past few days, it’s back to 250 a day land. Sometimes a twist in the road can be wicked.

With roughly11 scenes left and 10-12,000 words unwritten, the final word count looks destined for the low 90,000 range. As long as the story flows and is uniformly clear, a little less works for me. However, I suspect that the 100,000 estimate might happen anyway during revisions. A top down walk through revealed very few pruning candidates, but shed the light on some spots where the story needed additional details.

October is very doable, at least in terms of finishing the draft. After that an expert team of volunteer readers convenes. Right now the group stands at five. I’m considering a sixth in case of scheduling conflicts. Five can do it, though. That’s enough people who haven’t dealt with me talking through the story.

Attention shoppers

More notes from the weekend: library sales attract ugly book trolls, usually older men who resell their purchases on the Internet. Certainly, this excludes me. I’m at least average looking.

Book trolls are ugly not by classic definitions – many appear quite normal during the week. Theirs is a wretchedness that lingers beneath the skin – always waiting, always vigilant – and when the sale opens, out goes Grandpa and in rushes Darth Vader. Do not be fooled by the balding, overweight and unwashed exteriors. These are men who demand free samples of Girl Scout cookies then laugh at the poor girl who refuses.

Just how bad can retired guys at a friends of the library book sale behave? A peek at their canon reveals much about the species.

Troll rule number one: shop alone. Whether this is because the trolls have eaten all their friends or prefer hoarding books over sharing with another of their ilk, the song is the same. Trolls roll solo. On the surface, this appears harmless. It is an illusion.

Add in rule number two – stack all finds in boxes near tables where people are browsing available books – and the evil becomes clearer. Besides shrinking the aisle space, regular shoppers often think the boxes hold books still available for purchase.

The oversight predicates a favorite troll activity, and rings in the third, deadly rule: when others touch your boxes, explode. Yell at them like a drunk scolds a dog. A simple explanation in a quiet voice does not make the point. Be senseless. Be loud. Be cruel. The shopper must be humiliated, for all to see and hear.

You might ask yourself, how can I work a library sale without turning into a book troll? Like the trolls have rules, a conscientious seller must as well. Three points provide a solid foundation.

1) Shower the morning of the sale and wear clean, stain free clothes. This says to the world, world I sleep in a bed, not upon a stack of moldy books.
2) Bring along a friend. A cohort can guard your book fort in a remote corner. When you finish, guard your own books and let them shop a bit. Be proud you have a book buddy. Their presence says to everyone, hey, I don’t eat my friends. At least one survived.
3) Identify the book trolls early on in the sale, and their stashes. Carve a wide arc around both. After all, they are hostile and smelly.

Almost Taradise

“I need one more great movie role so they say, `Wow, she can act! She’s a great actress.’ Then I think they’ll leave me alone.” – Tara Reid.

There is no satisfaction for celebrities anymore. If the media showers them with attention, celebs yell ‘stalker’. If their Q factor slips, it’s a conspiracy. When there is a conspiracy against them, they appear on Geraldo.

Hey Tara, America has left you alone already. Please return the favor.

NOTE: I know this could be funnier. It was a long weekend.