I spent a whole day, wrestling with The idiots’ graveyard outline, feeding in the dada and folding it all around that.
On the one hand, I’m slightly worried I can’t pull this off next month, on the other, there are several sections I’m dying to get started on!
C’est le guerre.
I’m also looking at the narrative in a completely new way. In my original draft, there was a running gag about pornography, this one joke has been broadened to include televised sports and David Icke-style conspiracy theories. Which I’m quite proud of, I have to say.
Why not check out my novel, “1919 (inside)” available from smashwords?
Doing for vanilla sex what the “fifty shades” trilogy does for mexican masked wrestling.