Out of whole cloth
Busy with a new book. A good book. Who needs movies, when your imagination can fill in the blanks just fine.
This time around, a new piece of fiction from our own Mr. King. Too early to tell if it’s his best one yet, but I had to take a break from the Kobo to settle in here. Good story line; a retake of the period leading up to that famous assassination in Texas, a lifetime ago. A what if premise, as in “What if…?” If someone had found a small hole in the time space continuum and decided to interfere with the natural order of history?
Beyond the whole idea, which might even be possible (nah!), I’m a tad jealous of the author’s ability to draw me in. I’m there, in a little shotgun house, holding a homemade parabolic microphone lashup… a use for a Tupperware bowl and tape. I am there! And each time I put the book away, there’s a perfect pause in time. I don’t miss a beat. Try that at the movie theatrave.
I wish I could build a story “out of whole cloth” that didn’t lose it’s way in the second chapter and veer off into the weeds. Somehow, I doubt that the average writer ever gets to that level of excellence. Kind of akin to a top musician (who does what she does in spite of the countless hours of practice). Some have it, as they say.
Enough wringing of my hands. Time to get back to “Story Central” and see what happens next.
