Holes, Part One
As in, there are gaping holes of suck in the manuscript for The Tale of Ant and I promised a draft to my agent by Friday. Have I mentioned that my agent is a black belt? Blogging will be sparse until said gaping holes of suck are plugged with some acceptable drivel.
Holes, Part Two
As in the middle of donuts. I am eating them by the bucketful. See Part One.
Holes, Part Three
As in this week's Thursday News of the Absurd Will Someone Please Write This Book Inspirational Moment (TNoftheAWSPWTBIM).
From Yahoo News and the AP (article by Joseph Marks, AP writer):
Dead Sea Peril: Sinkholes Swallow Up the Unwary
"EIN GEDI, Israel – Eli Raz was peering into a narrow hole in the shore when the earth opened up and swallowed him."
For real. He got sucked into a 30-foot-deep pit from out of which it took rescuers 14 hours to dig him. Apparently, these "underground craters can open up in an instant, sucking in whatever lies above and leaving the surrounding area looking like an earthquake zone."
Here's the second craziest part (after the whole THE EARTH FREAKING ATE HIM bit): he's alive. He was conscious the whole time and even wrote his will on a postcard he had with him. So the sand doesn't just swallow you; it takes you somewhere that you can see.
And -- because what's a good story without a biblical reference? -- it's all happening on the exact land that was Sodom and Gomorrah.
So you know where these people are ending up, right? Sodom and Gomorrah. In biblical times.
There's a cheesy message book here in which Earth is eating people and sending them back to simpler times in an aggressive attempt to stop people from destroying her completely (this fits also because the sinkholes are in part a result of water over-use in the region).
You could write that one. OR, you could write me the story of the kids who find the portal and get addicted to the time travel. They keep diving into the sand and acting with wild abandon down there in partyville because it seems so unreal. Every time they get back, not much time has passed. Nothing seems different. But things are different. Insidious things. And the kids are not coming back alone.
Who will write me this book?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Holes, Part One