…in the blog.
I don’t know into exactly what the writing will morph but it needs to change. Readership is fading. Nothing like the always-fickle market to give you the news: “We are not buying your product anymore. We’ve changed our minds. We are going elsewhere. You suck!”
Which is fair. Even I got tired of the ravens. And I am getting a bit shrill about politics. That some readers also got tired of my dark ravings seems only fair. Life goes on. And I shouldn’t. I get that.
So, where to next?
I was thinking of writing cheap B movie scripts. Buddy cop-type shoot-em-ups. Cars exploding. Naked women running around in the background for no apparent purpose to the story line. That kind of thing. I’d be good at it.
The new Dodge Hellcat (latest muscle car- 700 hp!) warrants a movie in itself! Billy Bob Thornton and Lawrence Fishburne are homeless guys, ex Vietnam war vets. They get along by busking in front of liquor stores. Kinda crazy but funny. A drug lord leaves his Hellcat running while he ‘offs’ a street-level dealer and the old guys, on an impulse, jump in his car and steal it. “What the hell! Let’s go to LA and then we dump it. So what!”
It’s a morality play.
But they find drugs and money and a few guns in the car and are having a helluva good time as they just ‘boot it’ down the west coast with the Russian gangster chasing them in his ‘vette along with his gang of bad guys in Hummers and G-wagens. Black, of course. Maybe a helicopter. The story line is a chase movie with homeless buddies and Russian gangsters. Sorta Blues Brothers with a short Bucket List meets Fast and Furious.
I said to Sal the other day, “Maybe we should try our hand at another book? This time with the full intention of writing a book rather than just compiling blogs. Waddya think?”
“Go ahead, sweetie. I am not in. I am quilting now. You are on your own. Knock yourself out!”
“I can’t do it without you! Especially if it is Dave and Sally do OTG volume 2!”
“No. No! Absolutely not. NO volume two! I can’t stand it! I can’t stand the idea of it! I can’t stand the idea of you doing it even!”
“Good! Now that’s the kind of passion I am looking for. You are in, after all!”
“No, I am not. Take up another hobby for God’s sake. Try fishing or something. Go hunting. Carve. Whittle. Whatever. But leave me out!”
“Whatever, eh? Really? I was also thinking of writing a steamy sex novel, all kinky and all. But I’ll need a research partner. You in? Or do I have to recruit someone from outside?”
“That’s it! We are done here! I am NOT talking to you anymore today. Maybe forever! Your readers are right. You should be neither heard, seen or read and I, for one, am joining those leaving you in droves!”
“You want some tea?”
“OK. Just don’t talk!”