I don’t KNOW that Russian — and Chinese — spies read this blog, but sometimes, some of the things I see in my Webstats make me scratch my head. Anyway, I suspect much of the “Texit” talk on social media at the moment is just talk on the part of Russian paid trolls.
We aren’t near the tipping point that will happen either in late 2024 when Trump loses or at some point after January 2025 if Trump wins and is deposed for being a bonkers MAGA tyrant.
Otherwise, I think we can just cool it with any sort of secession talk on the part of Texas — or anyone else.
While we’re slowly reaching a tipping point whereby Texas may be the first to leave the Union, I have serious doubts about it happening, like, NOW.
So, as such, the timing isn’t right for Texit. We need the passions of the 2024 election to enter the “Silly Season” before such things might become a reality. At the moment, all this Texit talk is just that — talk.
Get back to me when there is suddenly a man rush between Texas and South Carolina to see which one can hold the first Secession Convention. If such a thing happens, it will either be in late 2024 after Trump loses, or sometime in 2025 – 2026 should Tyrant Red King Trump be deposed somehow.
I’m drunk, so I’ll tell all two or three of you stalkers a story that is very amusing.
The late, great lead singer of INXS.
Many, many moons ago, I was in Haebangchon when this guy in a band was so desperate for people to come to his gig that he was willing to pay ME $5. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I said, “Sure.”
Now, this rocker was bad news. I knew this when I accepted his $5, but I, dunno, had a lapse in judgement, I guess. And it was nice to have an extra $5.
Anyway, we got into a taxi and headed towards Itaewon where this guy’s gig was.
During the taxi ride to Itaewon, he told me that he was, at one point, allegedly, in the running to be the new lead singer of INXS. To this day, I think about this claim and wonder how possible it is that that doofus was, in fact, in the running to be the new leader singer of INXS.
Done With You lyrics by @sheltgarner please give credit if you produce or perform
doesn’t matter what it takes I don’t care what’s at stake I’m done with you you’re the past I’m the future and now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get through you..
I’m done with you I’m done with you I’m done with you
things are collapsing around me I hope I’ll find a truth one that has nothing to do with you but what can I say much to my dismay when you return time and again when I’m done with you
I’m done with you I’m done with you I’m done with you
(bridge) come to me close let me tell you about who I’ve become a ghost they’re out of my life much to my delight
I’m done with you I’m done with you I’m done with you
I’m drunk. Wasted, even. But having written a great deal of quality copy for the third draft of my first novel, I need to keep writing because of momentum, if nothing else.
So you get this.
I’m so obsessed with my Webstats that sometimes some very strange things happen that leave me scratching my head. I can never figure out if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that someone in Great Britain using what might be a burner phone is suddenly, out of the blue, VERY INTERESTED in me.
I’d like to think that it was a cool situation where someone was on location filming a Hollywood movie and they were using their burner phone to bone up on me cause I’m cool like that. It could be, of course, that someone thinks I’m crazy and they, too, are crazy and, well, there you go — they’re some kind of stalker.
Anyway. The point is — I’m very drunk at the moment. And very content. This is a fun situation because you just never know what creative thing will pop out when you’re writing a blog post too drunk to drive.
Ha!
But I fear I’m just a nobody that only stalkers or haters care about.
Things are getting really, really good with this novel. I’m very pleased. But as I make my way yet again through the third draft’s first act, I keep subtly changing it so it forks.
This sucks.
But I’ve come up with a very interesting new take on the general story that I’ve been working on for years now. The thing about writing a novel is you sometimes find yourself asking yourself some pretty surreal questions. Like, for instance, if this or that sexual act is more “kinky.”
I have everything sorted out on that front — at least to my satisfaction — but I still have a little bit of concern that being so matter-of-fact about things is going to make people giggle.
This is an example of how different I am as a writer than Stieg Larsson. He was too often very dark and twisted whereas I have a far more sex-positive take on some of weird, freaky shit he broached.
That, by definition, makes for a very different type of story.
My biggest fear is, of course, that the novel just won’t be dark enough for its intended genre of mystery-thriller. But, I do keep forking it, so, who knows, by the time this third draft is in Beta, it might be a lot more dark.
I wrote a great deal this afternoon wasted as fuck. I realize that is not exactly the greatest writing philosophy, so I need to kind of chill out on that front. But this novel is getting really, really good.
I’m very pleased with what I’ve managed to come up with.
But there is one issue — I’ve kind of forked the novel AGAIN. The novel is getting a lot better, but now that it’s forked, I can’t just go through an edit things. I’m going to have to tinker and rewrite and restructure things, which will force me to slow down a great deal.
Which, of course, sucks.
I’m trying to speed through things as quickly as possible and all this fucking forking isn’t going to get me to my goal of finishing the third draft by April. I just don’t know what to tell you — I’m trying to make this novel as quickly as possible but it’s just one of those things.
I hate to admit it, but I’ve felt a lot more creative drunk.
Hollywood actresses are a curious bunch. While there’s no easy equation that explains all of their psychology, in general — especially as they get older — such actresses love to run around emotionally and psychologically naked using their roles.
You do you, baby.
This causes “good girls” like Natalie Portman to play a stripper in Closer. This leads some actresses who are probably bi-sexual to play many, many lesbian roles where they get to pretend to fuck another woman under the guise of “acting!”
In short, a lot of Hollywood actresses are freaks — in a good way. More power to them.
My heroine looks a lot like a younger version of Nicole Scherzinger.
Anyway, I only bring this up because my novel has a number of character in it that I could see actresses loving. My heroine is a really complex woman who would allow them to bounce back and forth between being a professional journalists / publisher and being the owner of a strip club / occasional stripper.
Have I got a role for you!
Meanwhile, I have the “comic relief” character who is wide open sexually and keeps causing trouble for the more “serious” characters by how unwilling she is to abide by the traditional gender power dynamic.
But I am really getting ahead of myself. Way, way ahead of myself. I have to finish the fucking novel first. I’m really, really pleased with how things are going, but I still have to stop fucking DRIFTING towards my goal and actually buckle down and get some work done sooner rather than later.
Occasionally, a nation will have a cultural “moment” on the global stage that just can’t be faked. Though, of course, the fact that the “Korea wave” was thought up by the IMF for Korea as a way to get more cash into their economy should be taken into consideration.
Australia’s G-Flip.
Anyway, I’ve noticed an uptick of great rock music coming out of Australia. I love pop-rock music, the type of music that used to populate the Top 40. The issue is, of course, that rock is no longer pop. So, as such, rock has pretty much gone underground.
Rock is dead, and all that.
And, yet, there are a several nations, including Great Britain, Sweden and, of course, Australia where good old pop-rock music is still thriving.
The fact that rock is no longer pop in the USA is very…frustrating and curious. Anyway, all I can say is keep an eye out on Australia. I suspect some pretty great pop culture is going to come from Down Under, in a way not seen since INXS and Men At Work.
A lot could go wrong with this novel. I definitely fear someone will steal a creative march on me, if for no other reason, I’m just taking too long. But there’s not much I can do about it. Rome wasn’t built in a day and it’s just taking me a lot longer than I thought to get as far as I have.
But what’s interesting to me is the very thing that makes this novel a bit…edgy…could also be what makes it a success. I am WELL AWARE that because of marketing and human nature that this very interesting situation I’ve come up with will probably be boiled down to, “stripper solves a murder mystery.”
Ugh. That’s not at all what’s going on, but, lulz, what can you do.
But I do think that my heroine is beginning to approach Lisbeth Salander levels of interesting. She could very well be something of an icon if I play my cards right. And the thing that I keep being reminded about is how the interplay between my heroine’s “normal” life of owning an alternative weekly and her “alternative life” of owning a strip club / stripping to relax is something I need to lean into if I’m going to introduce the idea in the first place.
That’s what people — especially women willing to humor me by reading the damn novel in the first place — are going to want to see the most of.
The daydream issue of how Hollywood might address this novel occasionally gives me pause for thought. The obvious way to market the movie is something along the line of the old Pam Anderson movie “Barbwire.”
Double ugh.
The point of the story is not the T&A element of the story, but that by heroine is a woman who has sexual agency and self confidence enough that she is able to be a stripper to relax without giving it much thought.
It’s everyone else — especially horny men — who are the problem.
Anyway, I continue to work my way through the first act of the third draft AGAIN. Hopefully, this time, I will still have momentum enough to make my way through the second and third acts when the time comes.
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