Friday, May 26, 2017

Things I found while editing a Nanowrimo novel.

Nanowrimo is an organization that promotes writing a novel during the month of November. I have written four of these Nanowrimos.

"Chicago Sundries"

"Untitled Book about China" (Not to be confused with my unproduced screenplay, "Beijing Driving Academy.")

"EE"

"The Five Books of Krinsky" (which is available on Amazon.)

The Five Books is not doing all that well statistically.



On the other hand, it has an average 5 star review and sells for 2.99.


I am revising EE which I hope will be a cross between Kurt Vonnegut and "The Hunger Games." Especially "The Hunger Games." So remind me not to kill off my main characters in Book 1.

In the course of editing, I found a poem by Ben Jonson.  He was a contemporary of Shakespeare and probably hated Shakespeare's guts.

Here is a quote attributed to him. "I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honor to Shakespeare, that in his writing, whatsoever he penned, he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand".

While majoring in Comparative Literature of the University of California, I studied Ben Jonson. If Shakespeare is Michael Jordan than who is Ben Jonson.  Maybe Clyde Drexler. A Hall of Fame player, NBA and Olympian champion (on the Dream Team) no one talks about Clyde the Glide any more. 

So to, with Ben Jonson.                            
Ben Jonson
Clyde Drexler
This is the Ben Jonson poem I found in "EE."

My Picture Left in Scotland

I now think Love is rather deaf than blind,
    For else it could not be
               That she,
    Whom I adore so much, should so slight me
And cast my love behind.
I'm sure my language to her was as sweet,
       And every close did meet
       In sentence of as subtle feet,
       As hath the youngest He
That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.

       O, but my conscious fears,
               That fly my thoughts between,
               Tell me that she hath seen
       My hundred of gray hairs,
       Told seven and forty years
    Read so much waste, as she cannot embrace
    My mountain belly and my rocky face;
And all these through her eyes have stopp'd her ears.

What my character concluded from this poem, "Or in other words, I was too fat and old for her."









Wednesday, May 24, 2017

No Matter Where You Go, There You Go.

While trying to explain my current state of mind, quite naturally I did a google search and found this image.
Peggy is not down on her luck. And neither am I. But I did like the image but felt it was too confusing for FACEBOOK.

I also thought there would be an an R. Crumb image but alas.

It turns out this pic is from the Marvel Comic, "Buckaroo Banzai." The comic book adaptation of the Peter Weller classic. ( I never saw it but I like Peter Weller and the cast is pretty awesome).



And here's the clip....



Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Semi-Retired

From one of my Nanowrimo novels....

I am semi- retired. Which is an odd word. Are you tired again? Or have you gotten new tires? It's a yin and yang thing. I am somewhere in between. Somewhat tired, less endurance, more head shaking and other kinds of shaking.

More to come on that one. 

I filed for unemployment today and find that this clip is hysterical. Or maybe it's just me.