Captain’s Log, November 30th, 2009,
Tis been thirty days since the ship set sail, aimed at grand adventure and a golden land of silky verse and honey prose, and though I lost track of the log for a while, I wouldn’t let you down and not check in here on the day of the deadline.
Is the book done?
No.
But did I join Esoteric in the ranks of NaNoWriMo winners?
Captain’s Log, November 22nd,
Hello dear readers. It’s been a bit, and the ship’s been fast asail so the writing went into the journey and the log was here neglected.
Captain’s Log, November 14th, 2009.
It occurs to me that many of you are used to reading books. This is perhaps a bad thing.
Books are written by people who want to tell stories. Stories can break rules, and explore boundaries, and live.
Books are written by those people, but they’re edited by editors. Editors care about stories, but sometimes they care more about how stories are told. A story can break rules and explore boundaries and live, but a story, they say, must not break certain rules and must not stray too far from certain boundaries and can only live within the lines.
Captain’s Log, November 12th, 2009.
I apologize if these logs of late are getting short. But hey, they may be bland but the book is anything but!
So, maybe I should finally show you an excerpt. It doesn’t reveal too much in plot details, but it should give you an idea of what to expect in the style of it.
Captain’s Log, November 9th, 2009.
Jumping headlong into a novel like this can lead to some tricky bits. I have a definite ending for the story, but getting there is like crossing a wild and woolly wilderness, with each chapter a challenge in clear cutting a path through only vaguely mapped out areas.
Captain’s Log, November 8th, 2009.
A man sized preying mantis, being interviewed, while eating a man, on a talk show.
That’s a whole chapter.
Captain’s Log, November 7th, 2009.
I am writing this log early on this day, for the happy port we landed in the day before was full of buxom food and lusty couches, luring my merry crew in the gentle ease of lazy livin.
Captain’s Log, November 6th, 2009.
We traveled back to our home county, escaping the confines of too many people, too many cars, and too much urban sprawl (Its only got about 20,000 people in it, but that’s too many too close for our taste.) and spent the night relaxing with a late supper and an early bed time.