last night as i was happily typing away at The Story so Shitty it Made the Baby Jesus Weep, i crashed headfirst into a giant wall. I haven’t budge since. I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do.
So I got this 22-year-old college coed who gets out of jail the day Kurt Cobain’s body is found. . . so now the fuck what? Something’s got to happen, but I can’t figure out what that should be.
I am open to any and all ideas, and promise not to tell anyone to go fuck themselves.
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The coed finds out that not only has Kurt’s body been found, but he remembers that while he was in jail, some guy was rambling about how Courtney was going to have him offed, and that he knew who it was that was going to do it but no-one would listen. What’s strange is that sometime in the night, the guy had convulsions and was taken away to the county hospital. What was his name? This guy must be found! But wait… the coed is no detective, so why would he care anyway? He WAS just in jail… the last thing he needs is more attention.
Or sum’n like that… 😉
Oh sure, when we want to know we can go fuck ourselves, but when you’re stuck, oh help me help me please……
kelly, i say this with the nicest, sweetest grin possible (and with more than a hint of frantic desperation) OH GO FUCK YOURSELF! (do you feel better now?)
edge, that’d be great, but my main character is a girl, mostly because i’m afraid of writing about a boy because someone will say ‘that guy’s so like a girl’ then i will cry.
Can’t you make the story so that Courtney Love was supposed to die and not Kurt?
Oh I do feel ever so much better now 🙂
If you email it to me I can give you some thoughts on it.
kelly, it’s on the way. but it’s rough, rough, rough ROUGH. rough.
it’s kinda rough.
The girl is looking for something, anything to take her mind off of being in jail, the smell and the stains. She tres to talk to people, hoping they’d cheer her up but they keep going on and on about Cobain, like being in jail is no big deal in comparison. The girl starts to bitch and throw a fit and calls out her friends on every little thing they do to piss her off and how they’re all pretty much worthless. Emotionally exhausted, she turns on the radio and a Cobain song is on. At that moment, it hits her that Kurt Cobain is dead. Her roommate comes in tries to comfort her, apologizing for not caring enough abour her encarceration, and ends up with a mental whiplash from finsing out that the girl is crying about Cobain.
nice thomas, i am digging that.
Make the girl crazy. The one thing she knows FOR SURE is that she did not kill Kurt Cobain. She was in jail. There is a record of her being there, not on Kurt’s street. This makes her feel very relieved for some reason. Weave some Nirvana lyrics in and out.
oh yeah…
Can you get Nirvana titles or lyrics into the story? I like Bonny’s idea.
perhaps a road trip to the memorials in seattle.