Doctor Freud’s Burlesque Show – #1 Peek-A-Boo

Don’t ever want to get blah-ged in life. I like writing fiction in order to find out what is really going on in my life that I am unaware of.
Still, I realized that in order to put on a quality show for you folks, and by show, I mean fiction that you will want to continue reading, I’m periodically going to have to know what I’m writing about…
I have a kind of Alzheimer’s when I write, and I force the issue on myself as well. Let me explain:I will write without wanting to read what I have written. Fucked up right?
In fact, who knows when I will write what I’ve just written?
“Why?” you ask.
Most of you know I have limited time in a day to write. Surviving in New York with two little kids… sucks.My business sucks, my kids are demanding and the dishes are piling up.
I’m just grateful, I can ignore all my problems and remain happy. Thank God, I am no genius. I can plow ahead, and all kinds of bad things can happen, and I can whistle a little song.
Interestingly enough, nothing irritates me more than someone else whistling in public.
I must explore whistling more in the novel. A whistle will give the killer away, or maybe it will give him a way to get away.
I am optimistic about “Doctor Freud’s Burlesque Show.” I feel if on occasion I can just write without trying to figure out the plot or remember characters names, I will be able to strip some of the fat of the book.
It does look like I might be forced to read what I’ve written in “Menage A Trois A La Mode”. It gives me a headache even thinking about my ambitious book about having a wife, a girlfriend, a family… oh and of course a corpse living in my backyard.
I still love the image of my protagonist feeling most comfortable laying in his backyard, talking to the corpse which lays there next to him, who nobody wants to acknowledge. The Police don’t give a shit, the landlord doesn’t want to know about it, the neighbors just say,”Let sleeping dogs lie.”
“Let sleeping dogs lie,” will make a good title for a chapter. Sounds like it was a book already. Sounds like a Patterson book or somebody like that.
Well, it is time to get ready for work. I have dishes to do, food to prepare and a family to kiss and kid around with. Then I’ll have a full day of loading and unloading trucks at work, as I plan a new scene for Menage A Trois A La Mode and figure out how the hell to get anyone to pay attention to the corpse that is lying in my backyard.