This, and that, and a bit of the old other...
So, I'm just about 7,000 words into the YA novel narrated by the feral cat: Dark in the Park. While I've been mentally referring to this as my "goddamn I really want t0 be writing the sixth Kinkaid, Uncle John's Band, I need to breathe deep and write something my angelic agent can sell, that isn't a Kinkaid or a Haunted Ballad" book.
Thing is, with what's been happening in Golden Gate Park - the schemozzle with the damned coyotes, and all the kneejerk woowoo yuppie idiots, whose entire exposure and knowledge to and of Golden Gate Park is limited to walking their boutique dogs or jogging there during daylight doesn't stop them from saying oh wow, coyotes, we are so BLESSED to have them - has put a serious edge of immediacy on the book. I've been in a screaming match with the morons at the San Francisco Chronicle over it; their science editor, Carl Hall, seems to be incapable of actually, you know, CHECKING HIS FACTS before he acts as the official mouthpiece for the vermin over at Department of Agriculture. And then we get Jerry George, probably a swell guy, who seems to think a) the coyotes are here, if they eat every animal in the park that's just NATURE, la la la, and b) I would make a great mouthpiece for coyote management.
Dude. What FUCKING PART OF "I am NOT on your side and I want those damned things the hell OUT of the park because they're a disaster to the biosystem" don't you understand? The miserable coyotes have demolished the foxes, either eaten all the possums or driven them out (leaving us with swarming yellowjackets), and have ravaged the handful of elderly spayed and neutered feral cats left in the park. And the pissant cat-hating assbats in charge of handling it are basically doing nothing. I would, quite seriously, like to watch them all being slowly devoured alive by the oooh-we-are-so-blessed-to-have-them coyotes. The columnists, too. Hey, it's just NATURE, la la la. Right?
So I'm going to be on radio about the cats, and also to talk about books and writing and whatnot:
Pirate Cat Radio is 87.9 FM in San Francisco and LA and 104.8 in Berlin, and on the internet at piratecatradio.com, on 25 August, between noon and 2 PM. Fear me.
Anyway. The book is edgy, and coming along nicely, and I've set a deadline for myself, end of September, to finish it.
Then I can write another Kinkaid.
Thing is, with what's been happening in Golden Gate Park - the schemozzle with the damned coyotes, and all the kneejerk woowoo yuppie idiots, whose entire exposure and knowledge to and of Golden Gate Park is limited to walking their boutique dogs or jogging there during daylight doesn't stop them from saying oh wow, coyotes, we are so BLESSED to have them - has put a serious edge of immediacy on the book. I've been in a screaming match with the morons at the San Francisco Chronicle over it; their science editor, Carl Hall, seems to be incapable of actually, you know, CHECKING HIS FACTS before he acts as the official mouthpiece for the vermin over at Department of Agriculture. And then we get Jerry George, probably a swell guy, who seems to think a) the coyotes are here, if they eat every animal in the park that's just NATURE, la la la, and b) I would make a great mouthpiece for coyote management.
Dude. What FUCKING PART OF "I am NOT on your side and I want those damned things the hell OUT of the park because they're a disaster to the biosystem" don't you understand? The miserable coyotes have demolished the foxes, either eaten all the possums or driven them out (leaving us with swarming yellowjackets), and have ravaged the handful of elderly spayed and neutered feral cats left in the park. And the pissant cat-hating assbats in charge of handling it are basically doing nothing. I would, quite seriously, like to watch them all being slowly devoured alive by the oooh-we-are-so-blessed-to-have-them coyotes. The columnists, too. Hey, it's just NATURE, la la la. Right?
So I'm going to be on radio about the cats, and also to talk about books and writing and whatnot:
Pirate Cat Radio is 87.9 FM in San Francisco and LA and 104.8 in Berlin, and on the internet at piratecatradio.com, on 25 August, between noon and 2 PM. Fear me.
Anyway. The book is edgy, and coming along nicely, and I've set a deadline for myself, end of September, to finish it.
Then I can write another Kinkaid.
posted by DebGrabien at
5:08 PM
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