The tale of the tail of the tale/or Alls well that Ends

I guess if you’ve read my blog in the last few weeks, you know that I have been doing little else than writing a half-assed novel in the rough for National Novel Writing Month and for a self-experiment(if my memory has recovered it was #4). Well I finished, but not without a bit of drama and sacrifice.

When I got home from work yesterday at 3:30, I had 4000 words to go and a few ideas as to how to finish. I worked on and off until 11:15 and finished. Phew! I thought and went to submit my piece well in the midst of scrambling it (I don’t know why I bother, it is not worth reading, stealing or bothering about at this stage, but its standard procedure) I realized that I had scrambled my only copy with the last 4000 words, and to make matters worse when I went to unscramble it, the whole thing crashed.  So I have 4000 words to find again. Maybe the ones I find this time will be better.

The important thing is that I learned I can type a lot of semi-sensical stuff quickly. Or, is it that I actually enjoy writing and not editing. Or, maybe that my typing is coming along nicely. Well anyway I did it and now I have a lot of words in a vaguely organized system called a rough draft of a Novel. Let the editing begin! I figure out of the 50,000 words I will end up with at most 30,000 and then of course there’s the ending to recreate.

What I learned most from doing this is that I didn’t mind doing it. So I must be a writer at heart, but I am not quitting my day just yet.

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11/30 11:45 pm/ Self Experiment Completed and Just the Beginning

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Now comes the editing. Oh my god! What have I done!

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Its All in the Cards: NaNoWriMo Excerpt

They all walked back to the house in a group. Small things were tossed of shelves. Stereo was on the floor, but the house seemed perfectly sound and there were no broken widows or shifted door frames. So Emmylou put on the radio to see if there was any news of an earthquake. But nothing was being reported.

“Seems like it was something local and on the surface,” Rod said.

Just then the raven came flapping up and perched outside the living room window.

“That bird again,” Emmylou said to Larry.

“Zat the one that speaks a strange language.”

“Yeah,” Emmylou opened the window.
”Tegethnot, “ said the bird clearly Rod and Essie turned as if both of their heads were on the same string.

“That’s what it said to me yesterday.”

“Tegethnot?” asked Essie.

“That is the before waking dream the talagi told me about. The spirit world of the water people,” Rod said in the dead still that had fallen. Outside the rain and wind had stopped and the air seemed to held in suspense like a breath.

Everybody in the room turned toward Rod who shrugged and said, “Maybe we need to talk. I think you all might be in a position to understand some of what is going on.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. Emmylou looked puzzled, shrugged and walked out to the entrance way to answer it.

She opened the door on a man of about 35 years who looked like he had walked through a storm two miles down a gravel road. It was Random.

“I hope you don’t mind the gate was open so I just came up to the house. Long time, its been a long time. Have you seen a woman about so tall.” he held his hand palm down up to the level of his chin “with a Latina accent.”

“Yes she’s in my living room. Nice to see you again, Random, come on in and join the party. I have a feeling its just starting.”

He walked in passed Emmylou and straight to Essie and picked her up and gave her a huge kiss. He did not show any sign that he saw anyone else in the room.

She pulled herself free after a couple seconds of completely giving into the kiss.

“Random?! How deed you find me?”

“That is a long story. But why didn’t you tell me where you were going, leave a note. I thought you left me for good.”

She came back close to him and put her arms around him.

“I thought I was leaving for good and I deedn’t know how to explain where I was going.”

Random suddenly became aware of the others in the room. The first one he noticed was Rod who was standing back.

“When the ground shook I thought you were close. I just knew it, Man.”

Random looked at him, “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. Where in hell have you been for 5 fuckin’ years.”

“Hey man watch the language there are minors present.”

Maddie perked up at being referred to and said, “Hey I am a lot better at swearin’ an’ that anyday.”

“The thing I wan’t to know is what the hell is going on here?” Emmylou interrupted in exasperation and utter confusion. “Can anyone tell me what all this means?”

“Yes,” answered Rod, Random, and Essie at the same time.

“Well not completely,” added Random.

“Somehow I get the feeling that you are not a reporter and she is not a photographer. I do believe that you are friends with him, and I remember Random talking about you the last time we met. I don’t think I told you where I was living and I bet you lost my number.” This last was addressed to Random. He looked guilty.

“I was very distracted that day. It was the day Rod disappeared and Essie showed up at my apartment. A lot was going on.”

All eyes on Rod. “Hey I came back and explained what I could. I said I was sorry and Essie knows the truth now. I hope we’re OK.”

“Yes we are OK”

“What about he last 5 years? We really thought you were dead or in some prison some were.”

“I just had to go. It was all too stale. I tried to stick around, but I had to split. I went back east, worked for my dad a bit, I thought about you guys, but I was busy, Man. Living you know. How’s Steve?”

“As loose as ever. I just spent a lot of time with him this weekend. It was a weird weekend, weirder than Mexico.”

“That must’ve been weird.’

Emmylou suddenly stood up and said, “look we have to figure out what is going on here, and the only way we are gonna do that is to put all the cards on the table. And that is obviously going to take a while so before we get to that let me just get my business out of the way.” She turned to Larry and said, “Can you get the goats and cows in and everything closed up.”

“Yeh, I can, but you hafta fill me in on this stuff when I get back.”

“Done, thanks Larry.”

“No problemo,” He said as he went out the door and across the yard to the goat barn.

After Larry left Emmylou led them all into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner for everyone. She started with tea for Random. As he drank his tea he told them about the dreams he had and the things that had happened, about Steve and Lin Chen, and coming to the farm the first time, and Karen Masterson and Lucille, the cards and Essie chimed in about her experiences growing up in the little provincial village on the Orinoco, the tales of the talagi, and tegethnot. And Rod told of his experience with the Talagi and how he brought Essie to the US by using his father’s yacht sailing up through the carribean and into New Orleans. His father used the yacht to smuggle people who were important to his business. He got her papers from his fathers connections in the state department and married her to make her more legitimate. When she became a citizen, he left for a year and came back to divorce her and hung around for a while on the fringes of her and Random’s life together and then disappeared again.

Finally it was Essie’s turn to tell what made her leave early Thursday morning.

She woke up from a dream. The only thing she could remember was a black bird flying over a farm and horses running like fish in a stream and it all made no sense to her but she knew she had to find a farm that was a school. And she remembered when they had passed the road and driven to the gate that first year they were together and there was no sign just a rough gate.

“That was before I started selling my things to Felton. I was still working in town and renting out more of the place,” Emmylou explained, “but I gave Random my phone number and address when I ran into him in San Francisco.”

“I am sorry about that, but I was a bit preoccupied by Essie’s situation at the time.”

“Well, anyway I remembered the highway and a tiny town close but not dee name, but I could not take the car to get there. I had to do eet on my own. Weeth my own things.”

She had gone out to hitchhike and was picked up by a pervert who took her back to his place.

“He kep’ saying. “I jes’ want to get my hands down yer pants, missy and it’ll all be fine. I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. Well when he came to a stop sign I jUmp out and run I walk an’ he follow me around an’ finally geev up.”

She decided to take a greyhound. She found an ATM and took out 200 out of her savings. And called a taxi. By this time it was getting light and she was exhausted. She went to the bus station and bought a ticket for Santa Cruz and figured the bus would go on Highway 9, but it took a different road so she ended up in Santa Cruz.

She had to get a cheap motel room and sleep for a while. She woke up Friday evening and went out to rent a car in Santa Cruz but it cost too much. So it was back to hitchhiking. She got a ride up to Felton and arrived there at 10:00 at night, and the woman who picked her up was kind enough to let her sleep on her couch until morning.

“She said she could take me to Weston in the evening and she deed. And that ees when I met Maddie when I see sumteen in the dark like two eyes of a wolf.”

“I saw that too!” Emmylou broke in “that very same night two nights ago. And I dreamed of horses like fishes too! This is all very hard to believe.”

Random brought out the cards and showed them and did a reading on the table. He had everyone take a card and from the spread deck and place it in front of them face down.

“Yours is the star,” he said to Essie. And she turned up the star.

“How you know dees?” and Essie face changed as she looked at he picture. It was a picture of her as a mermaid. And Random told her about the Whispering Mermaids shop which was the start of all this and got him going to Steve’s which led to him realizing that he had to find her no matter what.

“Anjou deed?” Essie said teary eyed, “eben though I lef’ you without a note an’ take all my clothes, which I los’ to the pervert. They were een hees car.”

“Well that will teach you not to hitchhike. Only crazy people pick you up.”

“Even I know that an’ I, but then I went out to the lake with a crazy woman who sees eyes in the night, “ Maddie chimed in just to keep her place in the group.

Rod sat silently observing the whole situation. He looked more and more like a dark prince.

“Yours is the devil. He said to Rod” and Rod’s card was the devil.

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NaNoWriMo Excerpt:Driving into the Storm

Maddie bounced and swayed and rattled with the rhythm of creaking bus. The dark clouds gathered in the sky among the white puff sheep of the morning and a wind began to bring the smell of electricity and damp bluster. The bus stopped with a whoosh and squeak of the air breaks. Maddie was the first one out flying off the second step landing on the toe of her clunky combat style boots black boots. The first large drops of rain hit as she landed, big plashing drops that thudded to earth, but widely spaced like waterbombs.

She wore cow spot tights and a leopard print skirt topped off with a bright pink t-shirt and baby blue cowgirl vest covered in plastic gems and sparkles the spelled princess across the back. She had made this herself. She carried a man’s gray overcoat. Even after Essie’s description this outfit took Rod by surprise.

Maddie had her her in short pipi longstocking braids tied at the ends with mirror ball hair ties.

As she ran the sun peaked out from the gathering clouds and touched the ends of her braids with sparks. She was almost as tall as Rod but thin. She looked like a combination of a cowgirl princess and Olive Oil from the Popeye cartoons. She clumped gracefully up to Essie.

“Who’s the guy? He looks like Beezlebub hisself.”

Essie looked at Rod with his handsome  but rough around the edges look and stylish Italian driving shades.

“Dees is my friend de dark prince.” Essie laughed, “Otherwise known as Rod Trolleski, my ex-husband.”

Rod laughed and held out his hand, “And you must be the cowgirl princess.”

“Otherwise known as Maddie Bolter.” Maddie finished taking his hand and nodding.

“Well shall we go?” Essie motioned toward the car.
”In this, Sweeet. Is this a real Porsche?”

“Yeah, real italian very small so good luck squeezing in the back.”

“I’ll squeeze in the back,” Essie said “I’m more the right size.”

“This is a whole lot better than that ol’ crappy bug without the headlights. That is for sure.” Maddie emphasized.

“It’s actually my father’s car. Oficially, I just drive it a lot.”

“What does your father do. Mine drinks and fights a lot.”

“Mine makes clandestine deals in the black heart of the corporate conspiracy.”

“So you are the prince of darkness,” Maddie said casually “And I am the cowgirl princess because my life is like a sad country-western song,” Maddie continued working it out as she went and then exploding into laughter as all the pieces fit.

The rain came down a little closer and the dark clouds herded their lighter cousins on across the sky.

It was 2:40 as Rod pulled out on the highway and roared through town, but ran into the bus about 3 miles down the road with its stop sign out and had to wait another 2 miles to pass. Finally Rod whipped the Porsche out on a straight piece of road and passed the bus just getting back before a Christian school van ran headlong into them because the driver was looking around behind him. He looked up just in time to see the black blurr of the car shifting out of his way and a spray of water hit the side of his windshield.

Rod did not even blink, but took the road as if he had driven it many times. They got to the gravel road at 3:00 and had to creep along due to the extra weight of Maddie in the car the bottom was just about on the road.

“The suspension is shot. It will be a miracle if we don’t put a hole in something down there.” Rod said but not complaining.

It was 3:25 by the time they got to the gate and the heavens had opened and cats and dogs and buckets too poured down on them.


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Dream Horses and a Coffee Shop Conversation: Another short Excerpt

Horses

Emmylou dreamed of beautiful grey horses running, six of them running across a dawn field. There was a murmuring music that gave the whole scene a clear consistent rhythm. The drumming of hooves and music like water over stones as the horses shifted positions in their steady progress in a weaving dance. They came to sudden curves and moved as one to shift into the center of a broad path. She was not one of the horses but her mind was guiding them some how to find the right pattern and path.

Masses of ominous dark clouds loomed in the distance and thunder rolled like timpani along with steady rhythm of horses hooves coming closer and louder. They were all coming here to do something, to complete something. She was a part but somehow not involved, an audience with limited participation for a show as big as the earth. She felt the immensity of the horses their mighty bodies pounding down the earth yet leaving no trace as they passed.

She woke expecting to hear the drumbeat of hooves, but the night was oppressively still and the room seemed confining after the expansive space of the dream.

She sighed and snuggled down into a more comfortable position and immediately fell into sleep.

The coffee shop of enlightenment

The coffee shop was bustling around Rod and Essie, dishes clanked and orders flew, the cash register chinged and rattled open and zipped closed, people greeted each other and said “have a good day” and off they went. None of this penetrated the bubble of intense space around the two in their booth. The waitress took their order and brought it without intrusion. All was suspended inside the conversation and hum and hubbub around them  broke like waves around a glass wall.

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