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This fear of cilantro


It's cold here, he wrote, although it's probably colder where you are, so I'm not going to dwell on it. The kids were watching cartoons, and sausage and lentil soup bubbled on the stove. He lay on the couch, thinking of the alternate history novel he had planned but not written, in which George Orwell had faked his death and returned to London to set up as a private eye in the East End. ERIC B. INVESTIGATES.... It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Then there was another alternate history he had not even planned, in which Alan Turning faked his death to set up a school for troubled gay superheroes. In Surrey.

He walked to the kitchen. He was troubled by pop culture. He wasn't even sure if it was still referred to as pop cultures, with or without quotes. It used to all be about Avril Laverne, and her feigned punky toughness and temporary refusal to show some skin, but then things had changed. He thought about writing a novel in which she faked her death to become a private detective, then looked in the refrigerator for a beer.


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Jan. 8th, 2014 12:28 am (UTC)
You should write it.
Jan. 11th, 2014 02:26 pm (UTC)
these are excellent ideas / wish i had the wherewithal to make something from one of them (the onus is on *you*, ha!).

.. thus far, i have only .. the first fifth of a "teen novel" - a murder mystery where the victim gets up and walks away .. a historical drama, set between 1977 and 1981. it is to deal with the stress of a failed marriage (she left me for a banjo-picker / mebbe i should write a technothriller, call it THE MUMFORD EFFECT [yikes]
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