NaNoWriMo Captain’s Log Day 22

Captain’s Log, November 22nd,

Hello dear readers. It’s been a bit, and the ship’s beenĀ  fast asail so the writing went into the journey and the log was here neglected.

Honestly, some days I didn’t feel like writing on the Captain’s Log after writing on the book, and I didn’t think it was very fair to you to have you come excitedly here to see another post of “Wrote again today. Come back for more tomorrow!”

So what’s been going on lately?

Well, this past weekend was shotgun season in my home of Pike County. My future Mrs. is a deer hunter, but didn’t get tags to hunt this year. Still, we went back to visit and rode along in a mule (Not the animal. Imagine if a pickup truck had sex with a four wheeler.) with her brother to watch him field dress a doe in the dark.

It was fun. I got to grab the front legs of the thing and he took the back. Then we swung it up and into the bed of the mule. After a short drive down a rough path we found a hill for better drainage and he cut it open and hauled out all the blood and guts and shit.

Let me tell ya, those are some unique sounds that should surely enhance any schlorpy goodness in the book.

The hide of the deer being cut with a very sharp knife sounded like wet jeans being torn. The insides spilling out from the cut carcass of the ribs was chunky and wet as it poured out. Like I said, schlorpy.

As for the book itself? I’m behind a bit, but I’ll catch up this week. I don’t know if I’ll be done by the end of the month but even if I’m not I’m still going to finish it.

~Matt Booker

6 thoughts on “NaNoWriMo Captain’s Log Day 22

  1. “(Not the animal. Imagine if a pickup truck had sex with a four wheeler.) ”

    You can probably find that sort of stuff on the Google machine. It’s good to know that you’re still writing. I was a little bit worried that you may have been eaten by a man-sized mantis.

  2. I’m a little torn. On one hand, your description of the deer being cut was great. On the other hand, I feel like I want to lay down.

    Yeah, I’m weak.

  3. So your wife’s family is a clan of monsters who slice open deer, club baby seals, harpoon dolphins, drown puppies, engage in sexual intercourse with bunnies, and [insert further overhyped demonization of those who would dare to harm an animal, especially if it can be called “cute”].

    Sounds like a good match for you. :D

    I notice that I have not been offered any delicious venison. I can only assume from this that the corpse was burned in an offering to the Old One who is known in the tongue of man as Onomatopoeia. I see from the schlorp that you remembered to bring the KC Masterpiece this time and have received his blessing.

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