The query for Angie's Choice I sent by mail came back today, the one that reminded me of how much work it took to send off a query in the old days. I sent it off to the Zoe Pagnamenta agency. She answered within two weeks. NO! I had high hopes for it because of the methodology of the query. Don't know why printing out and mailing my query and sample felt more hopeful. Emotions are mysterious things even though they command our every deed and thought. I need to push the sci fi novel, Ghoul World, more forcefully. I let it languish, but it's a very interesting idea that ought to get at least a moment's attention somewhere.
On a positive note, yesterday, this writer's blog which also goes to a page I manage on Facebook , The Silent Boomer, received 221 hits. People are watching to see what might happen to me in my quest to "get someone other than myself to publish a novel I've written." Or "to produce a movie I've written." Thanks to all who follow my journey. Many days now, I think it's time to fold up the writer's table and leave the dusty old bazaar to other scribes much younger than myself.
One very interesting thing about writing a movie script. The length of a 90 minute film takes from 90 to 120 pages. I've discovered that my elderly memory is able to keep track of 120 pages more easily than it tracks a plot and subplots through 400 to 500 pages of ms. I've already got several story lines in mind for films that I can't share because they are quite interesting. On my death bed, I'll tell all.
Soldier of fortune, retired, or nearly so, black ops agent and ghoul extraordinary, Charley Manning begins his investigation:
The warehouse reeked of rot and death, a pungence much stronger in that confined space than the everyday odor of putrefaction that ghouls encountered on the everyday streets of Planet Earth. Decapitated ghoul bodies lay scattered on the green linoleum-tiled floor. The Buck Stops Here game show flickered silently on a large TV set mounted on one wall. A set on the opposite wall was dark. Tattered sofas and plush chairs, a card table with an abandoned cribbage game on it, a coffee station, cabinets loaded with videos, and the i-pads lying about suggested the room had been a social area. A 24 count cribbage hand lay face up on the card table. Blood pools on the floor under the necks of the corpses revealed that the deceased were posties and preebies. The pools beneath the posties were smaller because of a postie’s thicker, slower-flowing blood.
The next two very large rooms were filled with bunk beds, cots, folding chairs and free standing closets. Several washrooms and group showering facilities opened off the obvious sleeping quarters. More bodies in those two rooms than in the front room. Some had been decapitated in their sleep, never arising from their cots. Their eyes, if they still had them, were closed in sleep on the pillows. Manning’s first conclusion was that this facility was…had been, he corrected himself…a disintegrarium. Adding to that impression were the headless corpses still strapped in the restraining chairs used in disintegrariums to keep mad posties from attacking one another and attendants. The next very large room erased Manning’s first impression.
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The query for Angie's Choice I sent by mail came back today, the one that reminded me of how much work it took to send off a query in the old days. I sent it off to the Zoe Pagnamenta agency. She answered within two weeks. NO! I had high hopes for it because of the methodology of the query. Don't know why printing out and mailing my query and sample felt more hopeful. Emotions are mysterious things even though they command our every deed and thought. I need to push the sci fi novel, Ghoul World, more forcefully. I let it languish, but it's a very interesting idea that ought to get at least a moment's attention somewhere. 