fiction – Page 5 – Kari Neumeyer

Such a liar

That vow I made to write a novel that’s complete fiction? I can’t do it. Not yet. I’m just writing about my dog, whose alter ego is named “Pisces.” 50,000 words on her will be a piece of cake.

You know those brilliant ideas you have in the middle of the night? Or dreams that you want to be sure to remember? Sometimes you lie awake at night telling yourself, “Be sure to remember this tomorrow,” or you even get up to write it down. I woke up at about 2:45 this morning, feelingContinue reading “Late night inspiration”

Recurring theme

Yesterday, I took a look at my second novel(la), which I have retitled “Unbridaled.” Have decided all my works will be titled with homonymic plays on words. My first novel(la), “Czech Mate,” has a scene in which the heroine goes on a hike in the woods with her dude and is freezing cold, wet andContinue reading “Recurring theme”

Needing an idea

I’ve decided to do NaNoWriMo again this year. The novel I wrote in 2005 is a mess and I never went back and cleaned it up. And also, I’m afraid I stole too much material from my friends’ lives. This time I’d like to make stuff up.

Delusions of Groening

You really don’t know how little you know what your own features look like until you try to create a Simpsons character of yourself (and your boyfriend).

Speaking of my goals

I just took a look at that “novel” I wrote in Nov. 2005. And literally have not looked at since. I’m extremely amused at how much I stuck in there that came straight from some story I covered, but you know, the stuff I couldn’t put in the newspaper about how obnoxious a little girlContinue reading “Speaking of my goals”

Homage

From time to time, I encounter a real live person with traits that I’d like to give a character in a book. If I had a book to write. Probably I ought to finish my second attempt, but I feel guilty about how much I’ve plagiarized from a friend’s real life, although the embellished partsContinue reading “Homage”

My senses have abandoned their defenses

I ordered a “Canadian” hot chocolate, which has a dash of vanilla in it. As I walked across the rainy, red brick courtyard back to my office, I swear my beverage smelled like coffee. Doesn’t taste like it though. Aspiring actors and writers are advised to journal. (Yeah, that’s a verb.) I like journaling, butContinue reading “My senses have abandoned their defenses”