Monday, June 04, 2012
One Foot In The Grave, The Other On A Banana Peel
The day has come for another post -- yes, I have completed a draft of my novel and am finally allowed out of the writer's protection program. First, a mention of Richard Dawson's death -- I always loved him on Hogan's Heroes and Family Feud. I've found when mentioning him, people of a certain generation say, He was on Hogan's Heroes? They only remember him as the lady loving host of the Feud, one of my favorite game shows as a child. He always had such a happy spirit one couldn't help but enjoy him. He will definitely be missed.
Second, Mad Men is all kinds of crazy dark depressing this season. We've had our sex for money moment with my favorite character Joan, we've had fights, we've had HoJos, and now a suicide. By hanging. On the coat hook at the office. Oh Lane, why? Why couldn't you see that when you couldn't kill yourself in the Jaguar (it wouldn't start), that was a sign that you needed to stay? But alas, he couldn't see out of his pain and shame (forging a check, losing his job) that he ended it a dramatic way. Existentially, I have no problem with suicide in that I feel you can never gauge how much pain someone feels to get to that point. But the pragmatist in me feels like life is a short movie -- even if it's kind of shitty, why walk out before the credits roll? At any rate, poor Lane! And poor us as the season is almost over -- only one more episode. I will be posting more regularly now that I'm done with a very rough draft of The First Rule of Curses. Happy Monday to all!
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9 comments:
Congrats on finishing the draft of your novel. A big feat. I like your comments about suicide and a movie. Makes sense to me.
Too bad about Lane. Somebody said he ate one too many chocolate bunnies. I don't think so, but as for me I just keeep hopping right along.--Huge Hefner
When you gotta go, you gotta go. Am I Blue?--A. Walker
Even though it was stressful and depressing, I had to laugh when the Jaguar wouldn't start.
Seems like no matter which foot you move you're screwed. I keep checking my email and wondering if the princess has cast me from the court due to ill repute. Eye (the good one) so be it. I shall henceforth be known as the broken man, lone wanderer of the hinterlands. Lost in the forest of dank and dark ivy of corrosion and coaches up on blocks.
Now about this book...premise?
Congratulations on finishing the draft, Michelle!!
Congrats on your first draft! I always wrote better when I moved around!--Ernie H.
Sometimes it's just better to die!--J. Kevorkian
So glad to have you back. I missed your unique perceptions and comments on life.
Good luck with the editing of your newest novel.
BSF
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