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November 07, 2005
I Just Made Somebody's Eyeball Explode
while sitting in a coffee shop in Moscow, Idaho.
On paper, of course. And for me, I suspect the most distressing aspect of this whole process is that it wasn't nearly as disturbing for me as I feel like it should have been. So far, the most clean and evocative portions of my entire novel have been those in which someone is experiencing either emotional or physical pain. Well, those and the funny bits.
An interesting discovery to make about my own psyche. Not sure I want to go spelunking for the source.
Unfortunately, I had to stop writing because 1) I really, really had to pee and 2) I have a rehearsal in which I will be crawling all over a 20 year-old man. Common courtesy dictates I should shower first.
But I wanted to share the loveliness of the bursting eyeball with you, Faithful Reader, before I got on with my life.
I'll post the excerpt soon. Just because. You need to know what pings around in my head. (It's probably not surprising to anybody but me.) One caveat. No comments. I do not want to know what anyone thinks about it. Because why? Because I know it needs serious editing. Remember. this month is just about getting it written. Getting it edited happens later. L-A-T-E-R.
If you're really curious about this whole process, here's how my story starts. (Scroll down to the bottom of the page.)
Later. I've got a date with some hot, hot water.
Posted by sally at November 7, 2005 04:55 PM
Comments
Remind me never to cross you.
Also, are you familiar with the Sandman books? There's a character with mouths for eyes, who eats eyeballs, name of Corinthian. Mmmm, shiver, shiver.
Posted by: paulmonster at November 8, 2005 05:57 PM
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