The Restaurant at the End of Remembrance

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Restaurant at the End of Remembrance

Everything I write about lately is death related. These brief thoughts won't be any different. One of these days, I still need to write about JD Salinger's passing, and we lost him nearly a year and a half ago now. At any rate, moving on -

10 years ago today, Douglas Adams passed away. We lost a brilliant, hilarious author, a humanist, activist, an atheist who didn't make the rest of us look bad, and a truly wonderful human being whose life's work only bettered the world. We lost him at the tragically young age of 49 to, of all things, exercise - the stress of something intended to only improve our health and extend our lives can, at times, have the opposite effect. I imagine he would have appreciated the irony.

Cheesy a thought as this is to end on - So long, and thanks for all the laughs. Also, a pity that we'll never know what was going on with the rhino in The Salmon of Doubt.

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Project 27 Days

A sepia-colored town frozen in neverending winter.
A door slid shut for the final time.
The boy who had achieved complete emotional stillness departs.
Just as the train that devours memories arrives at the platform.
Strangers' paths cross.
Haunted, grasping hearts seek intimacy.
Those who travel the Kettenkrad Line will never be the same again.

Project 27 Days' first full draft was completed on the morning of March 4th, 2009. Most chapters had gone through several revising sessions by then. Presently, it's being revised further before I begin querying agents. Now the rest of the fall's all about agent querying. As of October 5th, the shift to the agent search/publishing phase began. PUBLISHING OR BUST!

The agent search continues through 2011.

Project Princess

The boy who reluctantly took up the sword becomes a monster.
The princess who would save the world vanishes.
And the boy who would conquer it calls for her return.
A despondent sky sheds resignation upon the world; the huddled masses close their eyes and disappear.
The most damaged men and women in the world lock eyes and shed blood as the monstrous swordsman seeks to hold love in his hands.
The End of the World hangs high over the world of Solan, and this man of stone golem arm and mountain heart wonders, "Is there any meaning in my actions?"