Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Scenes from the Forthcoming Book "Love the Destroyer"

"No input, no output" said Joe Strummer of the Clash.

For those afflicted with writer's block, write prompts take the form of a shot of adrenalin to the heart, forcing arterial action in a time of need. As seen in the strange box provided by Mr. Dunkley, sometimes you have to throw every thing you have at a problem and see what sticks.

But, the best write prompts appear from hidden places and when least expected to burn the fire inside of the writer. They arrive unbeckoned and take the choicest seat among the creative places of the mind.

Here are a host of images that stood forward to make up the novel I am writing, tentatively called Love the Destroyer:


  1. The second to last one is my favorite!

  2. While this post is a lesser example, yet again you look to gratify the frail with the lack of pithy language that you have made your faint calling card. It is quaint how you associate first-class writing with the use of arcane language and “smart” vocabulary (I see that your knowledge of the heart is more than your knowledge of writing.) Your “style” assures me that you know how to use the synonym feature on Microsoft Word, as you chunkily try to make small ideas something that the slow find witty.

  3. You got him, T. Pynchon! Now put the cherry on top and re-type it in Latin.

  4. The battle of wits has begun! It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead!

  5. I want that cone hat thingy. Micah, you should wear that at the book signing...

  6. Mr. Pynchon and you other anonymous neasayers, unless you're the editor of Harper's or the New Yorker, I think you best keep your thoughts to yourself.

  7. Mr. Halifax,

    You have made me see the error of my ways. I will no longer lurk and hate. Write away Mr. Man.