Greg's Blurty

The Next One I'm Not Going To Write
This one is all about Ajowan, or Jo, as she and everyone else calls her. Her name sounds kind of exotic and I suppose it is but there is nothing else exotic about Jo. She was born in India in 1954 but has no memories of it and was raised in Nebraska. And it shows. She is completely ordinary in every way.

Unless you count her prodigious talent for Astral Projection. The book starts...a very misleading term because nothing, including this novel I'm not writing, ever begins or ends...on a hot dusty Saturday afternoon in the relative coolness of a hayloft. Bored, restless, unhappy and uncomfortable for a wide variety of reasons, Jo lays down and quiets her mind, leaves her body and chooses a destination by thinking, "Happiness."

Immediately, she finds herself in a dark, dusty, dimly lit, except for the workbench, basement. It reminded her of the corner of her grandfather's barn where he fixed everything from tractors to toasters. "So this is what the flying fickle finger of fate calls happiness?," she asked aloud and was just about to redirect herself to Paris or New York because she had seen enough to convince her that abstract words like happiness didn't work well as destinations.

You might have guessed by now that the one I didn't write yesterday is actually part one of a series and that this one is part three. You might also be asking why I'm not writing part three before I don't write part two and the answer to that is simple. I learned how to do this in Hollywood. It's called not writing out of sequence. Almost every movie is made this way and it works just as good for books.

So tomorrow, I'll not write part two which tells the story of Jo from birth to age 14 and the events and experiences which shape and lead her, sometime in mid Autumn 1968, to meeting her destiny in a place inside a dimension that exists outside of what we call space and time that was created by a boy in a basement in Kansas in 1958.

And you thought eharmony.com was a strange way to meet people. But what you will discover is really strange is how two people who arrive at the same place through entirely different means and routes can endlessly argue over who did it right and who did it wrong. It seems that no matter how much people know or don't know, they will always find stupid things to fight about.

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Coast To Coast AM----Saturday June 21st, 2008