Hey 3.5 Readers.
BQB here. So last October, what with it being Halloween month and all, an idea popped into my head and much to my surprise, I banged out 6,000 words in an evening.
Let me backup. Out of all monsters out there, I’ve always felt killer dolls are the scariest.
Zombies? Werewolves? Vampires? Scary but you’ll unlikely ever see one.
Killer dolls? Shit. We all have at least one doll in the house. Do you know for sure it isn’t thinking dastardly thoughts?
Anyway. The set-up. In the present (i.e. 2016) a ventriloquist/comedian hits the big time. He’s been a B lister for awhile, making TV appearances with his dummy. But after a big gig, he starts to really get noticed.
And he’s a handsome, studly type guy so his agent starts to get him serious movie roles…without the dummy.
The dummy is not pleased. Throughout the story, it is left open to the reader’s imagination whether the dummy is actually alive or if he’s being operated by the ventriloquist. Little hints are dropped along the way that could lead either way.
I’m a little unsure what the whole plot would be. So far it is basically the comedian has serious problems with drugs and alcohol and at the opening of the tale, he has already uh…murdered three ex-girlfriends and is deciding whether or not to murder a fourth.
The way I have it presently is that the dummy eggs him on to do it but I’m thinking about reworking it so that maybe the dummy is almost like his confidant…telling him not to do evil stuff but then advising him how to get off the hook once he’s in trouble.
I’m still thinking about what the hell the plot is.
Anyway, I put it away for awhile. Left it alone. But then every couple months I open it up, having forgotten what I wrote and I laugh and laugh. The dummy is a riot.
I’m on the fence. I think it’s a great idea. But even just in the beginning there’s lots and lots of swearing, violence, maybe even sex…I’m not sure that’s where I want to go as an author.
But it is funny. Or at least I think it’s funny.
Obviously, I’m going to finish How the West Was Zombed first. I don’t want to fall into the trap of starting a novel then skipping out to start another one.
But I was thinking, maybe I’ll toss the 6,000 words out on here for a little while and you all could tell me if this is a viable project down the road or if I should be ashamed for writing such horrible garbage in which case, let’s all forget about it and move on lol.
Because, and just a warning – it is a divergence for lovable magic bookshelf caretaker BQB.