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book of dead things, music, strangeness in the proportion, swing state, twilight tales, white wolf, writing
Neck deep in novel.
I’ve got less then a month to go and most of it (the new draft) to write. I picked up a lot of slothful habits that I’m having a bitch of a time trying to kill. But I need to. If I’m not productive, I tend to not sleep well these days…so writing and running and working out and writing…hopefully when the month is out I’ll have a book and be a bit thinner (all to earn the zzzzzz’s).
This pretty much leaves me a hermit until June 1st.
But I’ll try and pop on here, every so often, to surface…maybe a month of posts following the progress of a novel. It’s a novel for White Wolf. It’s a horror story…though I like to think of it as a love story on the other side of entropy. It’s about a very eccentric, absinthe addicted forensic pathologist, Simon, who meets a girl, falls for the girl, looses the girl, and then gets her back…one piece at a time (and he falls down a very twisted rabbit hole along the way). It’s called Strangeness in the Proportion.
By the bye, the reading at SWING STATE went really well. At first, I thought it wasn’t. It’s a loud and raucous place—nothing wrong with that…but I started getting the feeling, while reading my story from BOOK OF DEAD THINGS, that I was reading to an audience that couldn’t hear, and didn’t really want to. But…people started scooching up, people started complimenting, and as the Twilight Tales crew read further, we gathered more of them, and we read some more…only this time picking out the more lyrical, short, and violent/suggestive/funny/sexy pieces to read. I read my poem, “Poe Goes to the Singles Bar” and that seemed to be a hit. In the end, we sold as many, or more books than we have at quieter, more “attentive” venues, so I chalk it a success. Thanks for having us out Swing State!
Back to the novel…when I write, I like to make playlists for the things I’m writing, little (or big) soundtracks to my fiction. A lot of it is instrumental/mood music…but a sizable chunk has lyrics and sometimes lyrics help by adding images and words that help focus the project in question. I might make another post, later, about more of the music I listen to while writing this novel, but right now, I thought I’d mention two songs that I think sort of indirectly narrate the plot of the book (from different angels).
The first song is by my bestest friend, Torrie’s brother’s former band, Lucigen. The song is called “Cadaver”. The lyrics go:
and a walk among the dead
in the moonlight
i know it’s strange but will you
try and realize this time
I could never paint you in memories
though I promised you my eternity
I could die with everything in harmony
with your golden eyed cadaver
falling over me
showering down on the window
leak the stars dust into your pillow
and I’ll whisper something
you will never know
forever these feelings will drift with me
all the currents will singe with your purity
and with the strength of a thousand antihistamines
and your golden eyed cadaver
falling over me
when do you suppose they’ll come after you
will they come for me
when they have recovered you
I’ll be the same as I was
when I endangered you
you’re a golden eyed cadaver
I’m in love with you
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood
I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when I’m all soft inside
I see the truth, when I’m all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in background)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
But, I think, if we shuffle the two sets of lyrics together…we come to something that gets really close to a surreal plot synopsis:
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood
Strained stare in a new light
And a walk among the dead in the moonlight
I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re reaching back and shaking me
I know it’s strange but will you
Try and realize this time
I could never paint you in memories
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
Though I promised you my eternity
The more I give to you, the more I die
I could die with everything in harmony
With your golden eyed cadaver falling over me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when I’m all soft inside
I see the truth, when I’m all stupid eyed
Showering down on the window
Leak the stars dust into your pillow
And I’ll whisper something
You will never know
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
Forever these feelings will drift with me
All the currents will singe with your purity
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And your golden eyed cadaver falling over me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And with the strength of a thousand antihistamines
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
When do you suppose they’ll come after you
Will they come for me when they have recovered you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
I’ll be the same as I was
when I endangered you
you’re a golden eyed cadaver
I’m in love with you
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
“Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis”
It’s a lung disease caused by breathing in volcanic particles.
Good night!
Joshua Alan Doetsch 