Today's writing opened up the possibility of a sequence of scenes featuring disembodied monks in a brothel. I am afraid that this may be the beginning of the end for my (so far) serious novel. Isn't sticking a ghostly monk in the body of a prostitute basically the ultimate in
jumping the shark? (Can we use "jump the shark" as a turn of phrase again? Or has "jumping the shark"
jumped the shark?)
No nudge, no wink, just 33371 words.
2 comments:
I'm thinking any day that starts out in a brothel is a GREAT day! Go with it!
Ha ha, thanks, Jeremy. I was thinking the same thing. I was also thinking about medieval prostitutes as nascent vigilante army with supernatural powers. Even better!
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