I remember a vomiting cop...
Okay, I didn't want to just say "Hi! I'm new!" in the header, so I used what (for a long time) was the first line in my nearly-completed novel. Which is, incidentally, a very black comedy.
I'm a lifelong writer (as in "paid to be a writer") though almost all of it has been in advertising and entertainment. While my professional specialties have been comedy and (occasionally) education, my personal tastes run to Chuck Palahniuk, Kurt Vonnegut, and Katherine Dunn's "Geek Love."
I'm here to soak up insights and general camaraderie, and find out more about the workshops. And as my novel is going to have to go the self-publishing route, I hope to pick up some information about marketing (I got some excellent feedback from agents and publishers, but they all felt the material was too extreme for mass audiences...and they're probably right).
So now I just sit back and wait for questions about favorite sandwiches, dangerous animals, and most embarrassing thing to leave in a shallow grave - right?
What about the cop?
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
@Giggan- The cop was at the scene of an apparent suicide at a sleazy motel. A paramedic arrived and saw the vomiting cop, then entered the scene of the incident. A huge, nude, muscular male body was stretched out on the floor next to a shotgun.
The top half of a shaven head was nestled atop the lamp next to the bed. The light was on, and the eyes had cooked to a hardboiled white.
But the paramedic noticed there wasn't enough blood around the body. At first, he thought that the violence had taken place elsewhere, and the body had been brought to the motel.
But he changed his mind when the headless body stood up and started throwing punches.
So... It's a comedy?
This is why we can't have nice things.
I remember a cop who maced himself...
@Tuffy- Yes, it's a comedy. A dark black comedy in which a lot of terrible things happen...but still a comedy. It's a social satire about the medical and entertainment industries.
One of the most disturbing things I saw on the internets a few years ago was a shotgun suicide photo from India. What made it shocking was how normal he looked from the eyes down, but fugged up on the above. I remember taquitos being made a few hours later and eating them being not as pleasant as usual.
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
Yeah, what has been seen can not be unseen. So many things I wish I could just put away.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Such as?
I recently saw a picture of Marlon Brando with a penis in his mouth. I wish I could unsee that.
I used to process paperwork for an insurance claims adjuster. Mostly, I deveoped and duplicated photographs from the accident and the autopsy. Occasionally I would have to attend an autopsy and document on-the-fly.
If you died a quiet, peaceful death, you did not come across my desk.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Welcome.