As I drive hither and thither on my daily errands, I ponder the plot for my true-crime novel, which has no name as yet. Actually, it has no plot yet, either, but there are several sub-plots trying to surface, and I do know what the prologue -- the crime -- will be.
I haven't sat down to write the prologue, and this morning I realized something rather disturbing: I am actually procrastinating about it because it is going to be SO DELICIOUS! The victim is going to be one of my old boyfriends, and I am going to so enjoy rubbing him out! It is really fun to ride around thinking up ways of executing him and experimenting with dialogue.
OK. I know you think I'm sick. Even I think this is a little sick. But it's funny!
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Well I think that the story will involve the boyfriend spending a year wrapped up in the freezer. There is evidence that this part of the plot has been tested already.
ReplyDeleteTony, too funny! I also notice I wrote "true-crime novel," which was a slip of the tongue, because I really have not, nor do I have plans to, carry out this dastardly idea ...
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