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I am not unaware that every super hero has his Achilles heel. Unlike most, I have a good many vulnerable parts. But in the interest of my national security and evoking my inalienable write of executive privilege, I will not reveal them while the NYTBS is in progress. Also, I will offer as little specific information about myself and family as possible in order to save us from the perils of notoriety sure to follow.
My mind is whirling with possibilities which makes it really difficult to focus on the established protocols of best-seller writing (as if I have any idea what they are), but I’m pretty sure I should establish (a) the need for a best-seller in my community, (b) my personal and societal goals, © where and how to gain community support for my project, and (d) who is going to type all these hand-written notes.
And I do know that there are forces at work here that are bigger than me , so I don’t want to antagonize them unnecessarily. Case in point, scarcely four hours after dedicating myself to producing a NYTBS, I was at a social function where I found myself face to face with one of my few truly literary friends. He is a poet, linguist, translator, book-binder, disc jockey, and jazz junkie (and, incidentally the first character in this NYTBS). His advice was to bring my steaming pile of creative effluenza to a gathering of other literary types where I might find answers to some of my initial questions and get feedback on some of my efforts so far.
Although the odds of a poet writing a best-seller are considerably higher than 220 to 1, I still take his advice very seriously.* (Consider inserting description of the “Writing group” here or footnoting it below.)
Speaking of “forces at work”, this NYTBS is being written while the U.S. economy is being shaken not stirred and roundly punked in the poop shoot by the corporate powers that be. We are on the verge of electing either a soul brother or soulless bother for president. A conga line of hurricanes continues to ravage the Caribbean and America’s South. And on the home front, I am just a few hours away from being the Grandpa of a fresh baby girl.
But enough with the distractions and excuses already. Let’s get ‘er done! While you’ve been sitting on your butt reading the first pages of this psychodocudrama, I’ve been getting myself mentally and physically ready to complete this project. I’ve been hitting the local library, bringing home books of obvious relevance: “99 Ways To Tell A Story, Exercises In Style“, A Complete Idiots Guide To Creating A Gonzo Scrapbook, anything by Will Eisner. But, you might say I’ve been in training for this moment since I decided to major in English Literature in college.
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Posted by mongrel1 on 2009-10-26 16:45:57 | Rating: | Views: 13
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