In the process of watching Crumb yesterday, which is an awesome documentary about Robert Crumb, his comix, his life, and his brothers, I came up with an actual structure to 'my novel.' It would start on Thanksgiving Day 2007 at the beach, and would change perspective from past to present from chapter to chapter; with the earliest being the day I came home from Central America, and ending a few months from now, hopefully homeless, or lost somewhere.
I figure it can be an existential novel of bullshit thoughts that help me grow and make me a better person, blah blah blah, total crap, but interesting fun anecdotes i wish happened, or happened in my imagination. But in the end, i will end up just as lost as where i began. I want it to read like a piece of journalistic non-fiction, and subtly create a mild climax, yet not be too overbearing with a typical 3-act structure.
so in the process of writing this all out in my head with detailed chapters and what not, i went to the library, checked out a bunch of graphic novels, some hunter thomson and bukowski, and some mozart concertos from the library. then i saw sharon jones and the dap kings performed, got a photo and went to another show at the echo. and in doing all that, i forgot 99% of the content....perfect!
back where i began...im digging this motif.
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