"A Constant Suicide" is the self-published, debut novel of Brian Krans. The first draft of the novel was written in November 2006, as part of National Novel Writing Month. It was released in May 2007 by Rock Town Press.

11.24.2006

Stuck in the middle

So, I'm stuck somewhere in the middle. The characters have been introduced, the stage has been set. Now it's a matter of getting everyone to start interacting. And I couldn't think of a thing Thursday. Seriously, I've got nothing.

So, when the beginning's done and the middle is being a red-headed step child, go straight to the end and work your way back. That's what I did and it seemed to work.

I threw down about another 2,000 words on the ending, but working at the bar put an end to that. I took a tablet of paper with me and managed to get some things down, but the post-Turkey drinking crowd wanted nothing to do with it.

It was my first time bartending alone and the place didn't burn down. I'm sure I'll hear today of what I did wrong. While pizza was my solid Thanksgiving dinner, I managed to come up with a shot to put it all in one glass.

Wild Turkey (turkey) + Vodka (potatoes) + beer (stuffing/roll) + cranberry juice (cranberry sauce) + moonshine corn whiskey (vegetables) + amaretto (pecan pie) + pumpkin pie syrup (pumpkin pie) = Thanksgiving Dinner

Actually, it wasn't that bad. It just shows how low my standards are.

There's working today at the paper and then the bar, then work tomorrow at the paper and then it's on to vacation. Or my idea of a vacation, holing up in my apartment, sucking down loads of coffee while typing like a mad man at a computer.

Wow, I'm cool.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Krans when Joe and I come down we will not be doing any Thanksgiving days. They sound absolutely terrible. Maybe it is because of the wild turkey, just a thought.
See you in a few weeks.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a great thanksgiving meal!!! Wish I could have been there with you! I love you trouble!

Jay said...

That has got to be the worst shot imaginable. Remind me never to let you cook Thanksgiving for us.