Scrimshaw

Dear Vincent,

Dad saw an advertisement for a toy drone on tv and now he thinks there’s one spying on him through the window. Almost his exact words: “Well it’s either that or aliens”. What a time to be alive!

And P.S., instead of “Suffolk-upon-shire”, I’m thinking “Suffolk-a-champs” (accent pending) because it mirrors the English-French of what I envision to be the dark mirror of my current hometown. It also more closely resembles “suffocation”, which is what I was going for in the first place.

Oh! I think the next chapter should be The Cat Who Was Supposed To Be A Dog, because Jack has been meowing incessantly for the past week or so. The only time she shuts up is if she’s asleep, eating, or otherwise occupied. Or if we put her in her “shut up shirt”, pictured below.

She hates it so much!

She hates it so much!

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Zaftig and Smirksome?

Dear Vincent,

I flatter myself that I indulge in a sort of “catch & release” for socially awkward people. Usually one at a time. I forget where I was going with this, but I’d like to have a harem, please.

Regards,
~*Char

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NONaWriMo?

WELP. Pretty much failed at that one, eh? But I’ve been THINKING of writing, rather a lot really, so that… sort of counts? Composing in your head counts? Anyway. Maybe I’ll keep posting chapters, once I stop being sick again. And again. And again…

Oh, also, Vincent—how do you feel about taking the snippet of “she believed in words” and marrying it to Elizabeth Snubb? I like it. Better than “I am not a novelist”, a little truer and closer to home.

Quick notes about future chapters:

– dad as professor of music and going deaf/alzheimers
– who’s carrying on the Snubb family name?
– mid-30’s, studied various things in university; ice-cream truck prevented finishing/job
– Why is grandfather’s chair in the attic?
– the cat who was supposed to be a dog (and the collapse into winter)
– the face at the window (how dad creates his own stories to fill in memory)
– the Missing Things (more of same; but possibly not?)
– the wheelchair next door
– more dreams
– The Devil at Midnight
– The Devil at 4:00
– the face in the wall (Don’t touch!)
– friends, internet
– childhood memories (the dream of the gems in the pocket, the mouse at the throat, the vermillion bugslide, the knee-caps)
– dad thinks the house is haunted; face-in-the-wall scoffs
– Is it the drugs?
– working out, not working out.
– the darkness at 5; the distorted sense of day and night
– the music that wasn’t there
– No Entry #2 (tack it on at the end of another; just mention that she couldn’t find it again)
– the fans that drown out voice, singing
– dad’s theory of the future/aliens
– dad’s theory of music/aliens
– dad’s story of invading Korea?
– a good day: dad cooks chicken.
– Do I Exist?

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