What the hell was I thinking? The Author, deciphered & look–a movie!

Happy Tuesday. Let’s talk suicide.

Black humor. Too soon? Sorry. It’s only my second week, I’m still learning.

I assume if you’re reading this you’ve read The Author so there’s no need to say SPOILERS, right? Just in case, let me say, skip the first sentence: Here There Be Spoilers.

I’m nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever discussed a “process” before. I’ve never written prolifically so I’m not sure I have one. I wrote this story for my workshop, but the story came from a few ideas blossoming in my head at once. (This does not happen to me often.)

1) I was broke. I’d been laid off for months. If I remember correctly, I was newly temping. I was living with my aunt long before it became cool (you know, when enough important people started doing it).  I was existing off the goodwill of my friends and family…. Holy sh*t, that’s what I’m doing now!

2) I was obsessed with Craigslist. This was pre-prostitution and serial-murder implosion, and a friend introduced me me to it; I was constantly reading the Personals, specifically Missed Connections, Casual Encounters, and Rants & Raves. I was squeal-level happy and alternately shocked into silence by people’s public recounting of “romantic” flings, requests, and other things I’m pretty sure their parents had taught them not to share publicly. I enjoyed it, but things seemed to turn dark on that site fairly quickly. It wasn’t the sort of thing I should’ve been reading at 3 in the morning, but if I was battling insomnia, there I’d be, in the dark and squinting at my aunt’s crazy-old PC screen as people bared their souls to anyone who happened by.

The Author Continues. (Whaddup to my five followers!)

I’m winking at all five of you & giving you the double guns because you are all THAT cool.

So I think I’m late with posting…I’m not really sure because I’m not in control of my body right now. I planned to crash on one day that’s turned into three. Lying down for say, 15 minutes has been quickly becoming two hours. So I’m just going with the flow. Last week was a doozy so although I can’t make up for a time debt, I most certainly can make my best effort.

Here’s the rest of The Author. Under a separate post, probably Monday or Tuesday once I think a few people have had a chance to read it, I’ll explain why I made some choices over others, what made me think of it to begin with, and if I myself am suffering some psychosis (for the record, the answer to that last one is no, so rest easy).

Although it’s one of my favorite stories I realize it’s also flawed, but I have resisted reworking it; I’d have to workshop it again to gather that much energy. I still have my original colleagues’ written comments though (those are gold, I’d never toss them and actually have considered, on particularly slow days, typing them up so I can access them on my Droid and possibly tap into some inspiration). Anyway, I consider having those comments/building blocks enough to work with should I want to say, submit this or other short stories for a contest or a magazine. Or grad school or freelance jobs. Or $100. You know, for that exchange alone, I’m marking this All Over the Place. Get your sleep, folks.

Also, please use your discretion in deciding who you let peek over your shoulder for this one. I assume you’re not a Duggar with 10 teenagers clamoring to see what’s happening with The Internet Thing, but you never know. I’ll talk to you later.