Thursday, November 15, 2012

A novel excerpt

^^^ Get it? I made a joke. You know, 'cause it's from the book 'n' stuff.

Anyhow, the first half of the the first draft is no longer in my hands. In a month or so's time, my spirit will be crushed, my heart which has been transposed onto the page will be ripped apart and blotted in red ink, and I will once again be contemplating law school or government civil service.

But, for kicks and (possibly not entirely legal, as this has yet to be announced or published) giggles, here's a little sneak-peek of the fictional letdown I hope to grace your bookshelves with in the year to come:



"Navigating the streets of a big city is much like an elaborate, improvised dance. Ironically enough, I’m not much of a dancer. Growing up, I was decent at ballet, but I never came close to the ranks of a prima ballerina. I merely mastered the rudimentary demands in which all technique comes from the discipline and posture that resembles a stern expression or having a rod shoved up your ass.  It makes sense that I should be so talented as to fake, and fake well, such stringent poise. From what I’m told, that’s much like my public, working persona: much too serious and about as emotionally nimble as I should be with a lengthy, rigid object lodged in my backside.
Amateurs. Like I said, I can fake with the best. Tell them, my professional acquaintances, to spend one decent moment with me outside of our shared element of work, the classroom, any sort of white collar setting, and they’re in for a treat. I will smile, laugh, and act as professional and put together as my inner hare-brained , attention deficit-riddled frat boy will allow—the one exception being the busy streets of New York. That’s where you’ll find me once more adopting the steely expression of no-bullshit determination, except this time without the cold physical inflexibility. No, against the current of bodies in the heart of the city, I am as fluid as a dancer performing her craft, her life, with an inspiration and execution pulled not just from conventional knowledge and hours of textbook technique, but from her existence and her soul."

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