#NaNo Dreaming

I should be editing my last year’s NaNo novel but my mind keeps wandering on to what to work on for NaNo 2014. As much as I know it’s a day at a time I find it hard to not plan plot a little for future writing. I have some juicy ideas kicking around: gender doesn’t become clear till puberty – a bit fascinating idea but do I want to really jump into speculative fiction. Much of my longer fiction deals with the natural of sexual identity so this ‘idea’ would be a challenging way to explore that.


Or I could go back to two pre-NaNo outlines I have kicking around. Both essentially mystery-suspense novels that already have a sort of built in structure to work with. Both are pretty developed & even have some scenes written & major character development done.


bare branches

One, ‘Snake Island,’ centres on a semi-closeted teacher, ending a long-term, long-distant relationship, meeting a mysterious stranger (are there any other kind), falling in love only to have the stranger vanish without a trace, and his long-distant ex being murdered. He is led to a West Indies island, St. Noir, and a Santaria-esque snake worship cult. Terror slithers in.

tree03winter sun

The other, ‘Picture Perfect,’ starts with a guy watching an unsolved crimes show about disappearing children and seeing a picture of himself as one of these children. His Dad was a roving photographer (going to schools etc to take class pictures)  in the area & at the time of these disappearances. Terror develops.

I’m trying to keep it simple here as I sort things out without going back to my original notes. I’ll do that soon enough.


March 1, Saturday – attending – Toronto SpecFic Colloquium

Email_Header_Image_2014.1aa1067 June 6-8 – attending – Bloody Words http://2014.bloodywords.com


June 23-27 – attending – Manuscript to Book – Loyalist Summer Arts – Belleville, Ont https://www.facebook.com/events/589522924455695/

the power of attaction

August 28-31 – attending – FanExpo Canada

samples Male – White – 27

Charge – Public Urination

my plan was to enjoy this last draft

when one of my buds mocked

the country-western song just ending

my laugh jarred the glass

on its way to my eager lips

the jerking jolt flung sweet amber suds

over my shoulder

the sweat slippery glass darted

from my loose grip

Oh for a photo of that glorious

go-for-the-gold momentum

beer escaping with glass chasing after it

me turning in my seat

eyes agog   mouth agape

stunned at the slow motion ballet

the beer splattered on the table behind us

splashed on food    faces

there was a dismayed shriek

anger   fucking assholes

the glass came tumbling after

hitting someone on the shoulder

bouncing  smashing on the floor

I was no longer laughing

no one was laughing

my chair tipped as I stood

it fell in the path of

the bearded biker guy whose girlfriend

got the beer in her food

his furious fists punched empty air

as he stumbled over the chair

next thing I knew

my buds and I were outside

in a bitter ten-below-zero wind

I was pissing a steaming amber arc

on a car door handle

while one of my buds was up chucking

a police cruiser pulled over

I turned to get out of the way

slipped in vomit

spun  tumbled ass-over-tea-kettle

landed on my back

in a snow bank under a street lamp

fly down

limp dick chillin’

boys in blue hauled me to my feet

which is why I’m no longer

a social blackout drinker


ruglet me in

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