Hmm

[joegoda]

Magic Eight Ball overdraft charges tell me I have been having way too much fun. Or... did I have just enough?

I'm wondering... do I have enough of an imagination to pull a novel entitled "Seven Miles to Normal" outta thin air?

I guess you could say I'm imagining if I have enough of an imagination. It seems odd to me, because this would be a 'whole cloth' type of book. Not based (much) on folks I know. Maybe. I dunno. This title seems to me to NOT be the type of book I normally write. You know... magic and fluff and stuff like that. The title tells me that it wants a semi serious look at a dysfunctional family, ala "The Royal Tenenbaums". A son, a sis, a mom, a dad, a dog. Probably a cat. Living in the sticks of (ahem) some repressed state, not exactly scraping by, but not expiring either. A drama free family, who get by on their wits and wiles, their humor and oddity.

Yeah. And then a stranger comes to call.

Yep. I guess I have the imagination, at that.

Edit: You know, it's just kinda neat when I get really good suggestions from my Family. Frankly, I likes 'em, I do.

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[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I see ol' Harry as a bloodhound, older'n snot, grayer than the moon, and bout as useful as a three legged mule. And loved bout as much if he was blood family. Which he coulda been, 'course. The world is just 'bout strange enough.

And not just five or six, but a passel of cats. Maybe even a cassle of cats. More than you can count on a moonlit night, fewer than you can see when it rains. Don't know where they all come from, but every feedin' there seems to be one or two more.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

Works....