The madness doesn't stop. . .

With A Sordid Infatuation complete and doing well on kindle I smile and take a breath only to realize it's not over yet.  Not by a long shot.  I'm not complaining, I love writing, but there are so many stories that need to be told it can be a bit overwhelming at times.  Which one deserves to be next in line?  Well, a poem that I talked about in a earlier post came to mind.  As I pulled it out and re read it I decided to merge it with another poem I'd written.  Now the foundation of the story is done and I'm working to get the details sorted out.  Back at the beginning for a new tale.  I can't wait to embark on this journey.  As usual no details about my writings will be given until it's complete.  But, I'll give a hint as to the subject matter:

In Love and Madness

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Bryan Jackson

Susan is no super model and a bit unusual.  She lives a loveless and lonely existence until a handsome man that is obviously out of her league asks her out to lunch.  Not wanting to miss out on this rare chance at love she does what she can to keep the relationship going, even if that means jumping head first into his secret life of madness and murder.

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After several miles he pulls into a mall parking lot.  Parking away from any other cars he cuts his engine off and sits there.  She watches him intently.  His other bitch must be in there shopping awaiting her ride.  Alex scoots over to his passenger seat and rolls down the window.  Very long lens on a camera pokes out and he begins clicking pictures.  Susan looks toward the mall exit and sees various shoppers lugging bags to their vehicles.  Once the last one departs Alex puts the camera down and waits.  What the fuck is he doing?  Another few minutes pass and a large family made up primarily of kids rushes out the mall and head toward a large van.  Again, Alex snaps shots of the unwitting models.  The van pulls away and now the sun has set completely.  Alex starts his truck and Susan does the same with her car.  They drive for another ten minutes until he comes to a stop in an abandoned lot.  He stares at something that she can’t see and then pulls out the high powered camera again.  Susan looks around and sees a bum staggering along the wall.  He drops a brown paper bag that no doubt holds alcohol of some sort.  He’s a very grungy black man, but too far away to make out any other details.  Alex’s camera is probably able to zoom in on the guys pores.  Alex gets out of his truck and walks slowly toward the bum with something hidden under his arm. 

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It is the end, but of only one chapter. . .

As I sit here willing myself to get up off the couch and rub feeling back into my ass after hours of writing, I realize I'm almost done with the book "A Sordid Infatuation."  It's been a great journey and as I am kind of sad it will end I notice that there is plenty of room to expand on the lovers I've created.  I'm already jotting down plans for their future together.  Like you or me I plan for them to have very deep and layered lives.  Maybe it'll take me the rest of my life to get their story complete (kinda doubt it as I would have tired of them by then).  So, I'll just add them to the ever growing list of stories that need to be unleashed onto the world.

Music that cause nightmares.

I'm up late working out details on this outline.  Adding things, taking things away, and polishing up other things.  Anyhow, as I am very drunk (yes, right now) I enjoy listening to music that sets the mood while I'm writing and coming up with new ideas.  While scrolling through some awesome horrorcore rap I find these two gems.  I'm going to mention one of these songs in the novella.  This shit creeped me out.

Preview

A snippet from "A Sordid Infatuation"

“What the fuck is going on here?”  Alex’s deep voice booms from behind Susan and she goes stiff for a moment then turns to face him.  He is wearing a short sleeved black t-shirt and a pair of old dingy jeans with a pair of black steel toe boots.  That explains the large shoebox.  He moves closer but Susan stands her ground.  Staring right into her eyes he repeats his question.  “What, in the, FUCK, are you doing!?”

She stares back not breaking his gaze and puffs her chest out in defiance.  “You never returned my calls, so I came to see you.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes in disbelief.  “Bitch, are you crazy?”

His words cut into her like a dull knife and her lips quiver.  She takes a deep breath and calms herself.  “I know you’re under some stress so I’m gonna let that slide.  Now, just calm down so we can talk about this.”  Alex prepares to unleash a torrent of expletives when he is interrupted by his captive.  “Please, you have to let me go!  Please don’t let him kill me!” 

Alex’s eyes go wide with rage and he stomps around Susan to get to the woman.  “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”  His attention goes back to Susan who he points at accusingly.  “You shouldn’t be here.  This is not good.  You have just FUCKED everything up!”

Susan’s tone remains calm.  “Nothing is fucked up, baby.  Just do what you gotta do and we can go upstairs and talk.”

Alex moves back to her.  “Bitch, what do -” He is cut off midsentence by a hard open handed slap to his face.  He stumbles back a step and rubs his stinging cheek.  Some drool drips off of his bottom lip.  Susan closes the gap, grabs his chin, and forces him to look at her. 

“You already used your one free pass.  Call me a bitch one more time and I’ll break your Goddamn jaw.  This isn’t a big deal.  I’m not here to cause you problems.  Finish this and let’s go upstairs.”

Alex looks dazed and confused.  The woman realizes that Susan isn’t here to help and continues screaming her head off.  Snapping out of his daze, Alex goes to a shelf on the back wall and retrieves a clear plastic bag and duct tape.  He gets on his knees in front of the woman and she squirms trying to get away.  He forces the bag over her head and tapes it shut around her neck.  He stands up and watches her struggle to breathe.  Susan steps up next to him and watches as well.  The woman’s gaping mouth is filled with the plastic as she tries in vain to catch her breathe.  Susan runs her index finger along the inside of Alex’s palm before intertwining their fingers together so that they hold hands.  She uses her thumb to caress his.  The woman’s body twists and then stiffens.  She trembles as her organs begin shutting down from lack of oxygen.  The forced gasps cease and her body goes limp.    

"Their conversation took a drastic turn"

My girlfriend and I had a good laugh last night when I explained how a part of the story I'm writing didn't follow the outline.  I was explaining to her that certain events were supposed to happen, but because of a conversation between the two characters things changed.  She didn't really get how fictitious people that I created in my head could somehow pave their own futures.  In the end what happens to them is up to me, but that doesn't mean that their personalities and actions don't cause 'rifts' in the story.  Just one of the many things that make being a writer so exciting.  To somebody that doesn't write I can see how this sounds like I may need to get professional help for the voices in my head, but hey, fuck em.  I'm already proud of the characters and their lives and I'm still in the beginning.  I'm the one writing it, but am just as excited as a reader to see what comes next. . .