Abandoned Dogs & Fallen Women
I've come up with a skeleton of a plan for the Romance Challenge 2008. I'm going to write a modern American gothic novel tentatively titled Abandoned Dogs and Fallen Women. While clasped in the throes of an anxiety-fueled insomnia last night, I mentally sketched a very loose plotline about a woman and her loyal dog -- now that's a true romance -- a river and the grey midwestern countryside which will hopefully "...blend... cruelty, terror and erotocism..." (Norton).
Then about 3 in the morning I finally fell asleep and had a nightmare about sexual predators posing as Target employees, luring women out of their backdoors with roses, and then slaying them and meanwhile every son, nephew or boy cousin I have ever had was suddenly 2 years old, in my living room and had their shoes on the wrong feet and all of the pairs were mixed up and I had 5 minutes to correct the footwear situation, take a shower, not get raped or killed, get the kids safely to a babysitter, and get to work. That woke me up for about another hour.
Eeesh!
7 comments:
To hell with the romance challenge.....write about your dreams. Why can't I dream like that?
Eat more spicy food.
Pictures, we are going to need a lot of pictures for preverts like me.
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Your romance novel will not only have to be explicit verbally, but also pictoraly. Old farts need pictures.
I agree with Pavel Checkov...forget the romance novel and just publish your dream diary. Dang. A lot of dreams, if you write them down, you realize are word metaphors that add insight to something you've experienced/thought about since your previous REM state. I'm trying to think of what your dream metaphor is saying and, well, I give up :-)
I did. I opened with a dream. We did Romance Challenge, but have decided to morph into a writer's club. The next assignment is a short story in the genre of historical fiction.
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