Wednesday,
November 4, 2009
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Of prosthetics and plot
The Poe Nose, having been successfully deflattened, is now in its new shadow box over the computer desk, where I can see it and grin to myself whenever I look up from the keyboard.
And yes, I know this may seem strange to some people, but consider who's writing this entry. Not only did the Nose come from someone whose work I respect highly, but it's just a damn cool piece of theater memorabilia. Hell, back in the 90's Michael Crawford had to start personally shredding his Phantom of the Opera prosthetics because collectors would go through the theater garbage cans and snatch them up, so I'm not alone in my appreciation for special effects makeup.
And while we're on the subject of Poe, he's being a particularly stubborn sod in the back room where my stories get written. I keep trying to urge him along the plot, and he keeps going off on tangents about Longfellow and poetry and why can't he have just a shot or two of rye? And of course Dodgson keeps wandering off in the opposite direction because he doesn't care for strong language or boozing it up, and I left to feel like I'm herding cats. It's gonna be a good story, mark my words, but working with personalities like this is just...yeah, could be easier.
At least I can take breaks when I need them and work on WKQA, which is getting closer and closer to being soup. It is kinda interesting to pendulum between the 38-year-old (WKQA) and 19-year-old (MMM) Dodgsons -- they have distinctly different voices, which either shows that my literary abilities are improving or I'm developing multiple personality disorder.