Fiction!

 But I wrote it last night, mentally, and now I'm not interested in writing it down. My best bet might be to have nothing planned or plotted at all. I'd like to deal with fairly ordinary people in a fairly ordinary town set sometime in the fifties, and have amazing and disturbing things happen to them. And in other cases, in the same sort of setting, I'd like to deal with such people except that they would have a lively imagination and huge ambitions, and in yet other cases I would like to deal with very alienated and withdrawn characters who would be mad as hatters by any definition. And grotesque distortions of the world we live in are not out of the question. I wonder how blogger would deal with that sort of thing. I doubt that blogger would allow me to be as explicit as I would like. That could be a problem. I thought the place where all of my characters live ought to be referenced as: "Onlyville-- a DAMNED good place to raise your kids up in!" But that would not be very original and I don't want to rip off Frank Zappa's "Two Hundred Motels". But each story would be centered on one individual in this specific community. And if all these stories turn out to be tasteless and over the top, well, why not? Meanwhile it will be a hot day here but the front hits sometime late today or early tomorrow and the rest of this month might not be bad at all. 

There is nothing at all tidy, neat, delicate, or moral, or tasteful, or refined about life, is there? It's pretty much a brutal and nasty business, isn't it?