So you know what? My novel is turning into a f***ing romance. I do not write romance. I do not like romance. I do not care for romance.
But that is not all. Now my characters sing. For the second time. The just f***ing sing because... heck I don't even know. They are such tormented souls they can only connect through music. And since the story plays in the future they are fans of oldies. How convenient for me.
So last time Orla and Edan sang: 4nonblondes-what's up
Now Orla with a memory of Edan playing the guitar years ago in the same spot sings alone until she kind of forces Ruben and Saffron to sing with her. They sing Mumford and Sons' "Home".
Now you know what music I was listening to.
Why Orla did not sing Get Well Soon's "You/Aurora/You/Seaside" which I heard in between will remain a mystery to me. Although one could argue she may have probably sung it while she was completely drunk and out of her mind and like so many things she is unable to remember this part of the night.
Orla is supposed to be a comic artist. A wannabe-artist would describe it better. And while her ability to see animals in codes is very important for the plot and Ruben f***cking saved her comic from being destroyed with the rest of her belongings when the spaceship exploded she did not even care to draw a single thing since the beginning of the story. Instead she now sings.
Where is this going to end. Oh yes I f***cking know. In bed. But no, not the way you may think. I'm not writing romance and I'm certainly not writing porn. But it is an interesting question which of the two I would write would I have to choose.
Donnerstag, 14. Juni 2012
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