I've often said I suck at self-promotion, but I'm gonna do my best for this one.
I've often said, at least to her, that Dancing_Doll's writing brought me to this site. And her feedback is what has kept me here. Can't understate that enough. However, another blonde (turned brunette) has had a bigger influence on my inferior (compared to hers) writing ability (which she'll deny, or maybe gloat about. Never know with her.)
sprite has a magic to her writing. A lyricism. Something I often try to emulate even though my style naturally bends to the darker. More pessimistic than optimism. Her stuff is ethereal pixie dust brought to life, particularly her Psychedelic PussyCat Dreams. And then there's the weirdly erotic Butterfly Beach stories. I could drown you wankers with adjectives that describe it, and her. And yes, she can write music too. Waiting for her to let me hear her singing voice. Probably turns the male population in flopping orgasmic dicks right before they die. And have the ladies turned to flubbery wet goo.
Suffice to say, I could wax terrible poetic about her for pages, but she's a sarcastic gem of a person. She'd write something snooty about there not being enough words in the thesaurus to expend. Or that I'm doing a shit job of capturing her in verse. And if she's blushing hard at this point, excellente'. She's amazing. Truly a psychedelic pussycat.
Now, to the point.
Sometime last year I had a general idea for a story. Might have been for a competition. That idea never fully materialized, which has turned out to be a good thing. It changed several times after that before a passing idea came to me when we were chatting. To use her most personal, and probably most beloved story character, blondie, in something really weird and totally different.
She agreed rather easily. I still like to think she wouldn't pass blondie over to just anyone. She's unique. Complex. Maybe two other authors. One has already been mentioned.
I recently finished it and passed it along to her for her approval. And I think I'm ready to start sharing, albeit slowly. I give her literally all the credit. She was the inspiration after all. And I'd consider tagging her as a co-author even though she'd say she only offered a particular word to use in place of another, everything else is as is. However, I'm pretty sure she'd try punching me in the balls. And she's got the shortness on her side to make it an uppercut. So I won't.
Notes:
*There will be seven parts. I'll release one every couple days. The first will drop sometime in the next few hours, I think.
*Usually, I always have a particular song in my mind for particular scenes. It's the inner producer in me. And I just straight up love music. Shit is what makes us human. I'll probably share what song was spinning through my head for a specific scene in each chapter except the beginning.
*I started writing/stream of conscious pondering a lot of this narrative while listening to Switchfoot's Beautiful Letdown. There's a theme to that album that sums up a bit of the theme of this story.
*I used what might be a strange prose fusion for the introduction. It's one of my favorite bits of writing I've done. It may be confusing at first. Don't worry. It's intentional. Things will be cleared up. I promise.
*This is heavy. Far more than just sex, though there's plenty of it. It's layered. It involves a lot of things I tend to think about several times a day. Social stuff. Progressive stuff. Sad realities.
*I am confidant it's the best stuff I've written. It's definitely my favorite. I'd never share any work involving blondie if I felt it was lacking. Not up to the deft care and realness of the person she's naturally connected to.
*Knowing all the blondie tales she's written isn't a requirement, but I do drop some subtle, and some not so subtle references to almost every one she has written. I'm still not sure if she's noticed each one yet.
To end this long rant, I'm excited about this piece. I don't know when or if I'll have much time to write anything after this due to, hopefully, big potential personal life changes. So, maybe consider this my going out blast of prose.
Cheers,
MM.
*Main working title, btw, is Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie Tale
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