Saturday, March 30, 2019
I’ve been painting accent walls. Places that I don’t even have are sore! I sure wish I had a couple of angel-bots to run a nice hot bath for me… Hullaba Lulu may have been brash and uncouth, but she was one lucky flapper!
My plate is full with putting my new home in order. I’ve been gathering the day-to-day needs that I couldn’t bring with me. Did you ever stop to think just how many different needful things you use in the course of a single day? From the handy holder for the toothbrush (still on my “to get” list) in the morning, to the bedside water glass at night. (I know that glass is here somewhere…)
Anyhow, I’m not back to full-steam-ahead blogging quite yet, but I’m getting there! Even though I’ve been scarce in the blogosphere for a couple of months, I’ve actually been working on a few things.
On the Horizon
San Francisco artist, poet, and activist, Rob Goldstein and I are getting back together with another adventure for Lulu, Gramps, and the enigmatic Valentino. This one is only a short story, not a serial. I call it “One Million Years B-Lulu.” It’s a little riff on “One Million Years BC,” which featured Raquel Welsh.
Rob asked me to do a story with his illustrations. Don’t ask me why that particular scenario popped into my head. I’ve told you that I’m just not wired right. Rob will feature it at Sue Vincent‘s blog, but I’ll run it here as well.
It’s a big horizon!
Hang on — that’s not all! Before Rob asked about a new Lulu story, I was already working on a mini series with blogger Dan Antion.
But I’m getting ahead of myself! The idea for this story started nearly a year ago. I penned an intro episode, planning to make it into a serial. The story was inspired by a Neil Diamond song that has always caught my imagination. Being born in a small town in the deep south, the sultry words, “Hot August night, and the leaves hanging down, and the grass on the ground smelling sweet,” took root in my soul and stayed. (I enjoy Diamond’s description of how the song came to be in this video, preceding the song.)
Yet I didn’t have time for a new serial. However, like the words of the song, the story idea held on. Now that I should have a little more writing time, the idea loomed large. I wanted someone to bounce ideas around with, and create images. Immediately I thought of Dan Antion.
I wasn’t sure what Dan would say when I sent him the idea. Partly because I told him that I’m also inspired for it by the old blues legend of the devil at the crossroads. Also, I had no idea if he even liked Neil Diamond or the song.
The Reader’s Digest version is that Dan was onboard. He even went out right away, to a particular (railroad) crossroad that inspired him, to take photos. I should also mention that he went out into the harsh winter weather to take those pictures.
The working title is “Brother Love.”
Although I’m not quite sure how I will work the opening I wrote last year into the new serial, I’m sharing it here as a teaser. Originally, my thought was to use “things” from the Neil Diamond song to drive the new story. I’m not sure if that will work for this collaborative incarnation of it, but here’s the original beginning. The new serial will likely be different from this. …Or maybe not. I don’t know yet.
The Traveling Salvation Show
In the summer, leaves hung down so far, they almost reached the sweet-smelling grass on the ground. Moths clung to the screen, attracted to the kitchen light.
I fanned myself futilely with a mimeographed flyer. It did nothing to alleviate the heat of the night, and the cloying odor of the ink turned my stomach. I stared at the wet circles on the formica tabletop as the ice melted in my glass of sweet tea.
At last a breeze! It rustled the pages of the Pan Am calendar hanging on the wall. August exclaimed “Back to Hawaii!” and boasted a man and woman disembarking a plane while greeted by hula dancers and musicians. That scene was too farfetched for my imagination.
I liked July better. It showed a couple, suitcases in hand, laughing and walking fast. Yes, I liked that one best. They could be anyone, going anywhere… maybe the girl could even me.
The mimeographed flyer floated on the breeze from the table down to the cracked and faded linoleum floor. Someone had left the ad on the front door ― Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show, it read. It was odd for anyone to come around, witnessing or leaving things like that. They rarely came all the way to the outside of town. I was glad I missed them.
Thunder rumbled faintly, very far away. Maybe there would be rain.
Or maybe not, I thought as I put the damp glass to my forehead.
I crawled half-under the table to pick up the flyer. The kitchen light flickered and popped, causing me to bump my head. Then all the lights went out.
The screen door creaked open. Normally it would bang shut, but it closed softly. At the sound of footsteps, I scrunched the rest of the way under the table.
Remember, this may or may not be part of my collaboration with Dan. However, I wanted to share the origin with you.
So there you have it — the things that have been simmering away on my twisting brain’s back burner while I’ve been so scarce around the blogosphere!
And don’t forget!
Coming in Spring
Another Roaring Twenties Pantser Tale
Continuing the adventures of Pip and Granny, it’s…
Three Ingredients 2
A Ghost in the Kitchen!
Stay tuned, shieks and shebas!
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