November 02, 2003
a lot of work
I am going to bed shortly and I hope to sleep late in the morning. I've got a lot of pictures from the Most Excellent First Annual Jawja Blogger Meet that I want to post, but three hours worth of sleep last night and a six-hour drive home today combined to pretty well trash my Cracker ass. I'm am too old for this shit.
I used some of my time in the cabin to start my novel on the laptop and I like the way it reads so far. I believe that writing a tragi-comic novel may be a difficult row to hoe, but I think I have the end result all planned out. LIFE is a series of tragi-comic events that befall innocent bystanders. I don't intend to have a tombstone, but if I did, it would read, "SEE! I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK!"
Having a prostate biopsy was one of the most humiliating things I've ever endured in my life. But I had to admit afterward that I saw a humorous side to it. If you can't find something funny to write about giving yourself an enema, then going to the doctor's office to have three feet of high-tech wonder-wand shoved up your ass while the doctor watches a TV screen and fires off gunshots in your rectum, then you're just a fucked-up person.
Goddam! That's Three Stooges slapstick comedy there. Laugh, cry, or do both at the same time. But DON'T tell that a prostate biopsy isn't funny. It is. It's REALLY funny when it's YOUR ASS getting the gunshots.
That's the way I see it. My book will have a combination of (I hope) hilarious incidents, punctuated by death and stark reality. I hope to make it read just the way life plays out for most people. It's rib-tickling funny when grandpa drives his Model T into the outhouse and ends up covered with shit, but still alive. It's NOT funny if grandpa falls out of the front seat and drowns in the outhouse pit.
That's a fine line to walk. That's what I am trying to do.
I have a lot of work in front of me.
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