May 28, 2005
IT HURTS WHEN YOU STICK IT THERE
Pammy has the sixth chapter of the Blog Western up, and it is a fine piece of writing. I am also fucking roundly rogered. The chapter I had been carefully crafting for two weeks is in the dustbin, and I must start afresh.
I could have the Gunslinger deliver a Hamletesque soliloquy, I suppose, as there are no fucking protagonists left to speak of. Or I could make Chapter Six a dream sequence, like on Dallas. What was the name of the girl who had that dream sequence? Oh, yes. Pammy.
Well, I guess it played in Peoria.
I have full faith in your mercurial eloquence. I have no doubt that your visceral and intellectual abilities will carry you through.
And if it was all a dream - what a doozy.
Posted by: Dash at May 28, 2005 5:39 PMThat's why I didn't even begin to think about direction until I'd read Eric's chapter. I figured all my ideas would go right down the crapper and I'd be left twisting in the wind...much like you probably feel right now. I DO apologize.
But, I didn't leave the Injun man dead, merely....disabled. Somewhat.
Emily could be a protagonist...all that's lacking is a reason for her to be.
Oh, there are still possibilities. But, you know that. You're a very clever fellow. I expect a twisted, imaginative, shocking end to 'The Gunslinger'. I'd expect no less from you.
Och, you fucked me Pammy. Wish I'd felt something during it.
Posted by: Velociman at May 28, 2005 9:07 PM