wildeyes

Here is  basic outline of my soon to be novel. Let me know what you think. i am not too sure i’m in love with the ending, but we’ll see later on how it plays out. this is by no means complete, and who knows, may not even remotely resemble the book when its all said and done.

NYC- working as a ?, gets job offer for big $$-the kind you just dont refuse.

-part of job offer involves working in a country thats very poor/high hiv/aids infection rates, limited access to clean drinking water and food.

Africa

-meets with boss and co-workers and begins work

-travels to serengeti for studies and gets separated from group, and attacked by wild animals

-”medicine man” saves her, takes her back to village and brings her back to health

-work colleagues try to find her and hire “americanized” help to search fer her. this help has orders to kill anyone who stands in the way to bring her back.

-village is found and raided

-she escapes with small group of villagers and the medicine man

-travel across the serengeti to capital.

-hired hitmen try to kill her when she protects the villagers she is traveling with.

-she escapes with the villagers to neighboring country

-medicine man grows to hate her for taking him from his homeland and begs to go home.

- she takes him back to tanzania and finds the hitmen still searching for her.

-they capture her and the medicine man\

-torture and kill the medicine man

-they take her back to the us and her boss, who she finds out is trying to destroy the very thing she was hired to save. – thye support the northern highway through the serengeti national park, and need the animals out of the way.

-tanzanian government paid the university big $$ if they could remove the barriers to the building of the highway-to be paid when highway opened

-she capitulates to the university to save her life, they threatened to kill her a’la princess diana in order to get her silence.

-back in africa she meets the head of the wildlife research group and tell him about the big plot

- he believes her and starts to help her

-together they dissolve the university team

-insert american court b.s here-

then they try to tackle the government

-government shuts them down and attempts to pay them off for their silence, they decline, and they flee to maine for their lives.

-they marry in maine, have kids and grandkids

-she tells story to grandkids, who dont believe her.

-government builds highway in the end.*i am debating about having the grandkids not believe her, but then they do when the government shows up on their doorstep and kills them. the family says thats too harsh and they didnt like it.

writing exercise. write a story based on a song.

pink floyd “welcome to the machine” i wrote it in second person, just for fun.

You turned off the alarm clock, hoping it would just go away. Rolling back the still warm covers, your feet hit the floor to start your day. You head into the bathroom and wash your face. As the cold water drips off your nose, you look up in the mirror to see a man standing behind you. You watch him calmly, staring at you. Suddenly you both run. You turn towards the door and he slams it shut before you can get out. You feel a vague sense of loss and slip into a semi-numb state of conscienceness. You wonder why your arm hurts.

You wake up in the backseat of a white limo. Cold, alone, and naked, you sit up, still groggy from the shot the man in the mirror gave you. On the seat next to you, there is a cellphone. It rings. You pick it up and answer it. It’s Beth, your secretary from work. She tells you to knock on the limo window three times. She sounds normal, as if this is a typical part of your day. You try to tell  her you’ve been drugged and kidnapped, but she’s already hung up. You sit there thinking “What the hell is going on?” and it dawns on you that are are not naked after all, so you knock on the window three times, as instructed. The limo driver pulls over, and lets you out. You find yourself standing in the most beautiful desert you have ever seen. You wonder aloud “How did i get here? It was snowing at home.”  The man in the mirror is next to you. Before you can react the limo pulls away leaving the two of you standing there alone. He introduces himself as Mr. Jack Valencia. He says to you “Welcome my son, Welcome to the machine.” You run.  Sand turns to cement under your feet, and snow begins to fall. You see your office building ahead and run like a madman towards it. Harder and harder your feet hit the pavement as the sky closes in around you. Your office building is gone and you stop, breathing heavily, drenched with sweat, you wonder how you got in a sewer pipe. You hear rats scurrying, copiers running, phones ringing. You are in your office after all.  Your secretary Beth asks you “Where have you been?” as if she hadn’t spoken to you already that morning. You stare at her blankly, and she winks at you saying “It’s alright, we know where you’ve been.”  You go to your office and sit down in front of your computer and boot it up.  Sitting there waiting for you is the man, Mr. Jack Valencia again.  He says to you, “you’ve been in the pipeline filling in time, provided with toys and scouting for boys. You bought a guitar to punish your Ma.” “Who are you?” you demand. He looks at you as if you are a simpleminded idiot and stands up. Your boss walks in, unfazed by the mysterious visitor in your office. He demands to know why you are late for work. The man behind him says “and you didnt like school, and you know you’re nobody’s fool.” You blink, as your boss is unaware of the man, now standing beside you says “so Welcome to the machine.”  You stammer out something to the effect of having strange dreams and not sleeping well, and suddenly the room lurches and grows dark, and you collapse into the chair. Your boss starts looking like the man, Mr. Jack Valencia, and suddenly the two men are the same. He says to you “what did you dream? It’s alright, we told you what to dream.” The world fades to black and you hear Beth whisper in your ear “you dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar. He always are in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive his Jaguar.”

You turned off the alarm clock, hoping it would just go away.  Rolling back the still warm covers, your feet hit the floor to start another day. You head into the bathroom and wash your face. As the cold water drips off the end of your nose, you look into the mirror and say to your reflection “so Welcome to the machine.”

by any stretch of the imagination, i dont think this is anywhere near my best, but it got the creative juices flowing, as intended. i see lots of room for expansion of the story, and further development of the characters and setting. Maybe i will do that for a future creative writing session. we’ll see. i also know its not 100% grammatically correct, but for it’s purpose, i dont really care. thats what they have editors for right? LOL i can address that later as well. enjoy it for what it is.

i have always dreamed of wring a novel. so i asked for  (and got) a digital voice recorder for my birthday, and just bought a bunch of 5 subject notebooks to write in. (thank goodness for back to school sales) i am not 100% sure what i am going to write about, but i have a few ideas to get me started. i know when i hit on the book, it will just pour out of me, thats how my writing usually happens.

maybe i’ll preview some of my writing here.  keep checking back!! (and for my fb friends, shhhh, not everyone knows about this!-not yet anyway)

damn, i’m gonna have to learn how to type with capital letters now.. should be fun….

wow.. its been forever. lets see. i moved in the middle of august, rented a 4 bedroom 2 bath house on 3 acres with my mom, and we are just about settled in. YAY!! i am still fluttering around, but slowly getting unpacked. YAY for me! we are gearing up for birthday parties, and my mom is driving (maybe) to georgia to see my brother, but with the recent flooding in atlanta we are not sure what shes doing.

i am currently coming down with something, hopefully its not the flu and is just a plain ol’ sinus infection. i go for a checkup on the 30th anyway so if i still feel like crud i will take care if it then.

nothing super exciting around here, just. unpacking and setting up stuff in the new place.  catch ya all later