write to the title
these are the titles of stories i have never written, but i try very hard to come up with some way to use them whenever i can...
"throw it in the fire"
"pirate elvis was a friend of mine"
"never trust the dead"
"king for a day at pirate elvis castle"
"watch for sunlight"
"revenge of pirate elvis"
"king basilisk's terrible palace"
"zombie pirate elvis wats scooby-doo and the gang"
"snow gophers versus pirate elvis"
These are all stories I would like to write.
i'm working on a story right now, instead, called "when we were executioners".
and, back to work i go...
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I foresee a Pirate Elvis series in the offing...I'd buy it :-)
"Never Talk to Pirate Elvis," said Captain Kellog. Captain Kellog was drunk on fried peanut-butter and banana-rum sandwiches. They are both very soggy, and very alcoholic. Also, they can kill a lesser liver. You have to be a pirate rock star to eat them. Captain Kellog looked like he was about to eat himself to death with just the one.
"If you do," continued Captain Kellog, "beware Pirate Elvis' twitchy lip. If that lip starts twitching, you know he's about to gyrate those hips. If those hips start gyrating, you know he's about to rock and roll. When Pirate Elvis plays rock and roll, blackbeard's ghostly minions rise up from the deep sea, and dance the deadliest sock hop you ever did see, arrgh."
I pretended like I wasn't afraid. I kept my hand steady and my face calm as if I were the gambling king of old New Orleans. Inside I was a twisted up howling hound dog.
"Tell me, Captain Kellog," I said. I placed the map in front of his face. All the rest of the patrons of Heartbreak Tavern gasped in horror when the map emerged from my fanny pack. "Where did Pirate Elvis bury all those gold records?"
"Aye, lad," said Captain Kellog, "I'm caught in a trap, and I can't get out."
***
No, Dawno, you will not buy it. I just can't seem to squeeze enough King references into one space enough to make Pirate Elvis a reality.
Alas.
Those aren't story titles. They're chapter titles! Go for it!
I'm quoting this entry tonight at our Writer's Guild meeting when I talk about journaling. I promise I'm giving you credit. :D
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