Here We Go Again

Finished THE LONG GOOD-BYE by Raymond Chandler. Its 5 STAR reading with an ending that caught me by surprise, and Marlowe finally got....I'm not saying. I was thinking THE LITTLE SISTER is his best, but THE LONG GOOD BYE is.

Next up is PLAYBACK, Chandlers last novel, and the frog all the critics hate. Chandler was 70 when he wrote it.

Three more stories on the drawing-board. The first story involves a husband who makes a fatal mistake about his wife, and kills their marriage. The wife and an admirer both vanish from a soiree at the same time, and re-appear at the same time. The husband believes theyre screwing. But in reality she's sneaking a cigarette and imposed upon by a bore who talks too much, and the admirer is fucking one of the servants.

The 2nd story involves a wife/shrew who abuses her husband, and secretly worships her real lover who died long ago. Except he isn't dead. He's back in a Monte Cristo or Jean Valjean guise, and not the sweetheart he once was. She doesn't recognize him yet sleeps with him to humiliate her husband and ruin him with scandal.

Number 3 is a tale of revenge by a guy put up for adoption as a baby.

Made a writing discovery this morning.
 
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Read 2 chapters of PLAYBACK by Raymond Chandler. Everyone says its a dog but I like it so far. Chandler was 70 when he wrote it. I agree with Chandler, all literary critics are faggots.

Pulled an old story of mine from moth-balls to use for a new purpose. The old duffer is 60 pages, cant say what the new version will be, but the geezer has plenty of good writing in it I can re-cycle. The old story was POOR PREGNANT COLLEGE GIRL DUMPED BY HER SNOOTY BOYFRIEND. New story is married professor likes college boys and takes a new lover, old boyfriend has a problem with it and makes trouble for her.
 
Finished reading PLAYBACK by Raymond Chandler. It gets horrible reviews but is a 5 star read. It ending is a real surprise and I wont reveal it. It was a fitting end to Chandlers career.
 
Ordered a ghetto noir novel to day...rolled the dice...might be gold there.

Then I had some writing epiphanies. One is a major-biggie. I'll try it out in a story to see what readers think, or see if they even notice.
 
Today is payday again. Hooray!

Waiting for the reception of a different story style (for me). The tale oughta post soon.

I cant stop the AH Gang of Gays from one-bombing it, right VM, but I might get some non-toxic comments.

Anyway, I figgered out how to create strange but interesting plot twists that work well for story writing. Like this one: A wife gets a phone call from her girlfriend, the friend lets it slip that she saw the husband with a much younger woman. In reality the husband saw their daughter at the bus stop and decided to drive her to school. But the wife is insecure and broods, and takes the counsel of her girlfriends, and gets some payback with Melvin from work. And they get caught on the security cam at the office.
 
Almost time to start another historical epic for my alt account. Actually there are 2 of them.

One is from around 1870 at Tallahassee. My ancestors brother died, and his only heir was a biracial woman from New Orleans where he had fathered her about 1850. Anyway she was noticed, took a boat to St. Marks, then the train to Tallahassee where she collected her money from the estate.

She decided to stay, and married a black farmer.

Shortly afterwards she was raped and murdered by a white man. The Federal authority at Tallahassee refused to take the man into custody. So the husband appealed to my kinsmen for help, and a black/white lynching party killed the man and disposed of his body. They were all arrested and jailed but it came to nothing.
 
Read some Louis L'Amour last night. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Its all narrative, like the news, and not interesting news.

I discovered why Raymond Chandlers novels are better than his short stories (his novels are 3-4 short stories coupled like a freight train). The short stories feature weird character names and use lotsa dated slang. The novels substitute names readers can pronounce rather than Polish-looking consonant necklaces, and replace the slang with conventional terms.

JAKE btw means OK. Jake, as a name, translates as UNDER CONTROL, MANAGEABLE.
 
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Finished a 3500 word installment of a new series. The writing is different from what youre used to from me. My alt stories run much longer than what I post as JBJ.

One of my fans send me a flattering comment about the E rated story I posted via my alt. So I looked at her stories, theyre rated low but excellent. There's no sense at all to the Reader scoring.
 
Submitted the 3500 word installment. Two installments to go, 4 altogether. 14000-15000 words is a lot for me. A perfessers husband is lost at sea during a fishing trip with friends. Two years later she starts running with her male students. One is the son of a powerful politician. His senator momma thinks Rose is a petulant girl NOT a cougar.

Then cranked out a new trailer park tale I call PEARL. Her body's a monument to ICE HOUSE beer. Her ass is fulla wonderful KFC memories.

Started writing a Halloween tale of college kids destroying a Civil War cemetery. Afterwards, when the boys and girls are rejoicing, a warm wind begins to stir the trees, thunder rumbles in the distance, and blood starts raining from the sky. I call it SOWING THE WIND.

Read a wonderful Raymond Chandler short story featuring the larval Philip Marlowe. Its hilarious.
 
Got 2000 words written of installment 3, that's 8000 words so far. Wondered how to use a 1000 words from another story, and just figgered it out.

Read a long short story by Raymond Chandler PEARLS ARE A NUISANCE. Seven chapters. A thief steals a pearl necklace.
 
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Started reading BUTTERFIELD 8 by John O'Hara.

Figgered out how to end my new multi-part story. I started with 50 pages of story I wrote long ago. The original thesis was: Trailer Trash girl is persecuted by a powerful politician after the pols son knocks up the girl and abandons her. The pol demands that the baby be flushed.

In the new story a matronly perfesser's husband is lost at sea, and she takes up with the petulant son of a powerful pol. Junior is beyond abusive, though, and the perfesser dumps him for another contestant who's sweet and rich and owns a beach house. Junior leans on local law to abuse the perfesser, and pol-mom uses her horns to save Sonny from his folly.

But I needed a good ending. How do you defeat a powerful pol on her own turf?
 
I discovered nothing makes the LW crowd happy. They quarrel over everything. What they really love is when you nicely show them theyre wrong about something. But a few are honest about marking the story down cuz they dislike me. That's okay cuz it confirms what I suspected.

More stories oughta be up tomorrow or Wednesday.
 
I discovered nothing makes the LW crowd happy. They quarrel over everything. What they really love is when you nicely show them theyre wrong about something. But a few are honest about marking the story down cuz they dislike me. That's okay cuz it confirms what I suspected.

More stories oughta be up tomorrow or Wednesday.

The Loving wives crowd can be described simply:

Not happy unless they're not happy
 
The Loving wives crowd can be described simply:

Not happy unless they're not happy

Theyre kinda fun tho. A few, very few, like my stuff, and they make it enjoyable.

They wont know how to deal with my long stuff, that oughta start posting tomorrow or Wednesday.
 
A sample of my longer style

Dixie awoke with violent heart palpitations to find the room bathed with moonlight and silent; she concluded it must be far on into the night. Then in the darkness a soft light began to glow. She watched it increase in brightness and extent. It seemed to radiate from a central point, which gradually took form and became a tall, slight woman, moving slowly across the room. Dixie felt a slight vibration in the mattress as the apparition passed the foot of the bed and went to the further corner of the room and stopped.

Dixie had time to observe her profile and general appearance. The ghost’s face was insipidly pretty, that of a woman of from eighteen to twenty years old with a slight figure and a dress of a dark, soft material, with a full skirt and broad sash or soft waistband tied beneath the bosom, almost under the arms; a crossed or draped kerchief over the shoulders; sleeves which fit tight below the elbow; and hair that was dressed so as not to lie flat to the head, either in curls or " bows," Dixie couldn’t tell which, and couldn’t ascertain the color of the hair or gown because of darkness.

Dixie spoke to the spirit, but her words produced no effect, and she stood still for perhaps two minutes, though it is very difficult to estimate time on such occasions.

She then raised her hands, which were long and white, and held them before her as she sank upon her knees and slowly buried her face in the palms of her hands, in the attitude of prayer, when quite suddenly she vanished.

Dixie was alone in the darkness again until the full Moon came out from behind clouds and floated high in the sky, clear and calm. There was the moon; there also was the light from the lamps in the yard below.

Dixie turned to look back into the room: the moonlight penetrated it with pale and partial illumination, but still there was light. The apparitions were gone. Nothing remained but the moonlight, shadows, and quiet.

One thing, too many lines in a row start with Dixie. It will make it hard to keep your place reading on a back light screen. Mix it up more.

Just a suggestion.
 
One thing, too many lines in a row start with Dixie. It will make it hard to keep your place reading on a back light screen. Mix it up more.

Just a suggestion.

Thanks for the pointer!
 
Rose looked about and spotted a woman sitting at a table with a crystal ball upon it, behind a beaded curtain; a younger woman sat on the floor at the woman’s feet stroking a cat that looked as limp as a fresh killed rabbit.

I usually melt the prose till it reads like this^
 
I learned something from the latest story posting. It got the usual ass whuppin but the comments increased, and several readers seem to be invested in the story, and is a real story. So I did some thinking last night, and hatched an idea for a serial that may create some loyal readers, and hold the fort from the LW malcontents.
 
Continue to get comments for the new story, many favorable. When I wrote it I knew it was built on a sound chassis. And the formula is worth using for a few rounds.

I hatched an idea already. Whenever daddy leaves home to hunt or travel for work, mommy leaves home to do her thing, too.
 
Finished the Halloween story. Its barely enough words but enough. I call it, SOW THE WIND, REAP THE WHIRLWIND. The only sex in it is when two lovers flee from their van to escape the storm, she frantic to pull her jeans up and fasten them so she can run.
 
I read somewhere that to understand the Roaring 20s you must read BUTTERFIELD 8 by John O'Hara, and its true! O'Hara makes those interesting Tolstoy asides that explain things.

Its a fascinating novel but confusing, confusing cuz Gloria Wonderous goes by different names, depending on who she's fucking.
 
Finished reading BUTTERFIELD 8 by John O'Hara. It'll never appear at LIT because of the underage sex on it. Its worth the time to read.

Today I've been working the math for an important question: WHAT IN HELL DOES IT MEAN WHEN A FEMALE WANTS MORE 'FEELINGS' FROM HER MAN?

I went looking for an explanation, and none makes any sense. Once or twice it seemed to me that the writers wanted their men to slug them. I suppose what they want is to be enchanted NOT witness tears and pouts and panic attacks in their guys.
 
ATTENTION AH ONE BOMBERS! A new story posted this morning, I expect part 2 to post tomorrow, and part 3 is on the drawing board.

I prolly oughta submit the Halloween story.

Added 2 John O'Hara novels to my book order.
 
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