I was looking for a piece of Very Important Paper this past Friday and in so doing I came across this old tattered and stained page that was lurking in the voluminous Pennington archives:
Heh. I don't remember when I wrote this... ahem... whatever-it-is... but I'm certainly glad I never wrote thebook astounding, yet impressive collection of clichés. This particular page (as in: its physical being) is prolly a transcription of a handwritten document I put together shortly after I returned from a four month TDY back in 1976 to Doi Inthanon (the tallest mountain in Thailand, and a place I've mentioned in the pages of EIP a couple o' times), which is also quite near Chaing Mai. Most authors write from personal experience and I believed I had sufficient "experience" with the situations, the locale, and certain potential characters described in the synopsis that I could put together a credible story. But we were Airmen then, and young... which is also to say we were wrong about a lot o' thangs.
"Daphne DeVries." Heh.
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Heh. I don't remember when I wrote this... ahem... whatever-it-is... but I'm certainly glad I never wrote the
"Daphne DeVries." Heh.
aka "Fifty Shades of Buck". :D
ReplyDeleteThat's the blog, Christina. ;-)
DeleteIt was a dark and stormy night...
ReplyDeleteThat would be THE way to begin the book...
Delete"Daphne DeVries." Heh.
ReplyDeleteJust out of curiosity I Googled Daph.
Not much interesting, though.
I googled her, too. I shouldn't have been surprised that DD actually exists but I WAS surprised at how many there are.
Deletedc cat (aka "Barco") wins the thread!
ReplyDeleteYup!
DeleteThang ya, fellers! Be sure to tip the waitresses and bar staff...
DeleteEspecially the bar staff.
DeleteI would definitely buy this book. And I'm sad that you didn't write it. Your scenario sounds better than 95% of the stuff in that genre out there now. I say write it now; the ensuing years and "distance" from the subject will provide you with the necessary objectivity. It would make a nice project and you could easily publish it as an ebook on Kindle. I'm not kidding.
ReplyDeleteAnd when the movie version is cast, I suggest Ben Affleck for the role of Urban.
I did note your mention of the bordello location and "experience" with "certain potential characters." But I'm sure you were probably referring to Urban and/or Ralph Hunter. :-)
I say write it now...
DeleteThere's just one thang lacking: motivation. But I appreciate the encouragement and kind words, Dan. As for the "experience...", yeah. You're right. It was the bureaucrats I was on about. ;-)
General Wah = All-Around Degenerate
ReplyDeleteROTFLMAO.
Now ya see why I didn't write this?
DeleteMercy, Daph!!
ReplyDelete"Recalcitrant coquette" -- positively Harlequinesque! love it!
ReplyDeleteIf you publish, I promise to buy.
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two.
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.
J. R. Burns
I had a roommate in the way-back who collected Harlequin romance novels. Her mother would send her ALL the new releases in a box every week and this girl would ensconce herself on the couch on Saturday mornings with a cup o' tea and wouldn't MOVE (except for refills and the call o' nature) until she'd read every damned one. The reading orgy would last until sometime Sunday, depending on the weight of the current shipment. Thanks for the memory (srsly!), J.R. I really liked that girl a lot.
DeleteAnd now I'll have "Paperback Writer" goin' thru my head all day. ;-)
"Thanks for the memory" would make a good song title.
ReplyDeleteHere's another to go through your head --
Mark Knopfler as the Dylanesque put-down artist
Lady Writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectations left to come up to yeah
Lady writer on the TV
Yeah, she had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place
Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains and the beauty
The picture does not fit
You talked to me when you felt like it
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place
Yes and your rich old man
You know he'd call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus you mother was a jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place
Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want you just the same as the
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV