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A literary friend of Goines who hobnobbed with creative writers such as Owens had told Goines that Owens envisioned the end of the novel even before he began putting it to words. So, naturally, Owens knew exactly what he meant by that “anywhere in between.” What a cunning, playful writer! Goines envied his literary friend’s acquaintance with such a writer. Maybe Goines could be introduced to him?
But Goines felt sorry for Owens, whose work deserved proper publication (by a house in New York or London, say), not just featured on the blog of a retired hobbiest*.
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* Roger Owens’ caution: “[Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café] is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is the Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.” [Link to the work in the blog’s Back Pages]
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As always thanks for the support and compliments. I have said I never write outlines, but when a story has been percolating on the back burner and is now ready to serve, so to speak, I know generally where the journey will go, but what the scenery will be like on the way there, I have no idea.
ReplyDeleteThe destination of this particular story was quite a surprise, and I truly hope that many other readers will take the journey it offers. Besides, the life of a fictional character can get pretty lonely at times....
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