I think I am going to start work on a novel. A work of fiction. Of course, the fiction will be based mostly on fact. Isn't that the case with most novels? I hope not. I really don't hope that the author's lives are as boring as some of the slop that they churn out. Oh, but I digress. No, what I am to speak about today (tonight actually) is that I think I need to bring the world of odd-ness and quirckiness to the realm of the fiction novel.

Who knows, daddy. Maybe I will just self-publish the damn thing online. Lord knows I have 'issues' with employers and would prefer to remain a self published reculsive. (Granted, I wouldn't want to turn the money down if offered) But, here we are talking (well, not so much we are talking as much as I am writing and you are reading) about crafting a novel. What would it be about? Who knows. I don't yet, although I am leaning towards an adventure tale.

Of course, the whole 'real' purpose would be to tell strange but true stories ripped from my own experiences. (The craziest of which are true) and then sling all that good stuff together within the framework of a narrative. Yes, you could call that tactic cheating. It is squeezing an autobiography into a cowboy on the wild frontier story. Cheating? Maybe. But it will be worth a read.