The advice I received from my co-workers when they learned I was going to third shift: Bring a book.
Aside from some reports, there just isn't a lot to do. And you know? I'm fine with that.
You're talking to, basically, a pretty lazy guy. I'd rather be idle and bored than busy and stressed anyway. Besides, guys like me...we don't get bored. Why, you ask?
Perhaps that can be better explained by a verse from the popular hit song Click Click Boom by Saliva.
On those SaturdaysPerhaps I'll make a dent or two in Poets Row. Perhaps I'll make my way through Dan Simmons's new book, The Terror. Perhaps I'll get stressed out with the workload and have a breakdown.
When kids go out and play
Yo, I was up in my room
I let the stereo play
Wasn't faded, not jaded
Just a kid with a pad and pen
And a big imagination
Well, that last one isn't very likely.
Speaking of Poets Row, I haven't been working on it lately. Part of the reason is that I didn't know where to go with it. After scanning through the last few chapters, including portions I haven't even posted yet, I started to wonder: Was I writing a private eye mystery novel with heavy character and moral elements, or was I writing a literary novel about a private eye that was equal parts morality play and character study?
I wanted to write a private eye book --a full on mystery novel-- but it seems I've been skating a little close to literary crapdom. I had no idea where to go storywise, working without an outline as I am, so I focused on the relationships of the people. In a literary novel, go to it. Delve into the relationships.
In a PI novel, though, that stuff is just gravy. It's the hook to keep you interested during the long haul, but not neccesarily the stuff that keeps you turning pages.
That, my friends, is the story. And the story of Poets Row, at least the latter chapters, has been a bit well...boring. It hasn't sustained my interest, and I'm writing it, so I have a feeling it may not sustain the interest of the Generic Reader either.
But I did have an idea the other day, an idea that once it fell into place, seemed like the missing piece of the puzzle. Ladies and Gentleman, we have plot.
No, I'm not giving it away here. I'm starting to think this secretive thing may have its merits --You don't see J.K. Rowling running around telling you what's going to happen in her book, do you?-- plus, since everything I write is subject to revision, I may decide to change it up if a better idea comes along.
It's gonna be good though.