Sometimes I'd envy a day when it's eternally 8:56 (though I'd never envy such physical discomfort as you've described). Usually, on my end it's, “Eight fifty-six!!! Awww, SHIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!! I've gotta BE there at NINE!!!” Then I run around panicing and arrive all disheveled to whatever meeting or workplace it is — to those holier-than-thou stares, like they've never friggin' been late before. Claritin, Sudafed, Valium AND pot, though! I think the persona is flirting with truly eternal timelessness — with that cocktail, a comatose state could be achieved by 8:57!
WV seems to include quite a lot of drug references. Is that purposeful? And, if so, did that inform your description in the piece?
BTW, speaking of bad habits… I'm working on a new book now. It's a novel I started back in November — not so much of a literary effort as a mainstream thriller. But, I'd been reading a lot of Dashiell Hammett back then and felll in love with the alcoholism therein. So, my main character is constantly boozing it up, which I find delighful in terms of character development — especially when I'm completely unconcerned about any moral messages related to drinking. My protag drinks a lot, period. She's not an alky per se, and it doesn't hinder her life, other than the occasional hangover. But, she's a booze hound. I've discovered that the booze gives the people something convenient to do while they talk — like smoking, I guess. (That's probably a device that you playwrights have known for some time, but it took me 38 years to figure out on my own.)
Anyway, enjoyed the piece! Congrats on another pub credit!
-PH
Liked it! Where is the next “Count of Three”? I want to read the Freudian version…
went to the RWC parade yesterday, brought back memories! Katherine
Sometimes I'd envy a day when it's eternally 8:56 (though I'd never envy such physical discomfort as you've described). Usually, on my end it's, “Eight fifty-six!!! Awww, SHIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!! I've gotta BE there at NINE!!!” Then I run around panicing and arrive all disheveled to whatever meeting or workplace it is — to those holier-than-thou stares, like they've never friggin' been late before. Claritin, Sudafed, Valium AND pot, though! I think the persona is flirting with truly eternal timelessness — with that cocktail, a comatose state could be achieved by 8:57!
WV seems to include quite a lot of drug references. Is that purposeful? And, if so, did that inform your description in the piece?
BTW, speaking of bad habits… I'm working on a new book now. It's a novel I started back in November — not so much of a literary effort as a mainstream thriller. But, I'd been reading a lot of Dashiell Hammett back then and felll in love with the alcoholism therein. So, my main character is constantly boozing it up, which I find delighful in terms of character development — especially when I'm completely unconcerned about any moral messages related to drinking. My protag drinks a lot, period. She's not an alky per se, and it doesn't hinder her life, other than the occasional hangover. But, she's a booze hound. I've discovered that the booze gives the people something convenient to do while they talk — like smoking, I guess. (That's probably a device that you playwrights have known for some time, but it took me 38 years to figure out on my own.)
Anyway, enjoyed the piece! Congrats on another pub credit!
-PH