Writing about smashing people in the face.
I totally did that a couple of weeks ago, in my newest WIP, which still doesn’t have a title. So far I’m calling it Blackbird, Sitting but that seems to be not at all appropriate for the book. It’s much more lyrical than anything I’ve written before, and I’m kind of intimidated by the words that are coming from my fingers. It’s one of those. You know.
Anyway – the book has all sorts of great things in it: dopplegangers and voodoo dolls and CLONETWINSWTF and supar scary birds and also lots of murdered people. And this one chick gets her face smashed by a fire extinguisher. It’s totally great.
So if you were going to title a slightly gothicy, pseudo-literary, mostly fairytale story about CLONETWINS and scary birds and murdered people, what would you title it?
Also, an excerpt:
Two things occurred to her that summer that had not occurred to her before. One, the first, was the realization that she should give some consideration to her understanding of love, preferably before she turned sixteen. She hadn’t much experience in the matter, even though she heard the open-and-shut of the window every night, when her sister, Elise, would sneak out of their bedroom to meet the boy of the week.
In fact, Helena owed her sister for this revelation. She’d watch Elise open the window as the moonlight struck her invariable white tanktop in pale streaks, decoloring her skin and hair like bleach. And then her return: Elise, face naked of makeup, reappearing through the darkness like something being born.
It’s short because EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE BOOK IS LE SUCK.