According to the almost-finished first draft of this story, Jesus was a good-natured guy with his eye on the prize and Judas really wasn't that horrible of a fellow. I've gotten up to the climactic scene, which I plan on finishing up tonight. Looks like it'll come in either a hair over or a hair under 4,000 words, depending on whether I decide to go with a crucifixion or not. I would finish the whole thing tonight, except no work was done on it last night.
Yesterday, after calling police departments all over the state of Ohio looking for a year old accident report (piecemeal work for my father doesn't pay amazingly well, but it never has a dull moment attached to it), I was sitting at the office watching an episode of "Law and Order" when my phone rang. It was my upstairs neighbors, good friends of ours, who had just gotten back from a family reunion in Eastern Tennessee (No, there were no zombie Dolly Partons there). I answered, thinking they were asking where we left their key as we fed the animals, to find out my wife was in the hospital.
Nothing's wrong. Apparently she's a lil anemic thanks to the multiple gestation pregnancy. For the guys like me, it means her blood pressure fluctuates because she's got more than one baby in her. She passed out while talking to our neighbors, and they rushed her to the hospital. The doctors decided to keep her overnight for observation, but everything came back alright and both she and the babies are fine. I responded by sleeping alone on the couch, staring at the Dawn of the Dead poster over the T.V., and rushing back up there this morning. She was released with orders to take extra iron supplements and be more careful around the house.
Today, while she was napping, I sat down to muscle through this story. I don't want to give a lot of plot off, just that the narrator is one of the original 12 disciples, and it shifts between first person present and first person past tense. It also rejects most of what I learned about the last days of Christ's life. I was a little disappointed, in my research, to learn that one of, if not the, main idea is a major principle of the Coptic and Gnostic belief systems, but hey. I can at least write an old idea well and see what it gets me.
Alright, time to fix dinner, eat it, and cuddle with my wife before finishing up this scene. Take'er easy, folks!
EDIT 5/13/08 - 22:56
Finished the first draft of my heresy tonight. Wife's going to read it over after she gets done talking to her brother, tomorrow I'll start the edit on it, should finish around dinner time. This is one that I'm actually gonna look for a proofreader on, so if there's anyone out there who wants to read this sucker over, I'd be happy to send it out. Will, bless him, just isn't that into religion and is definitely gonna be bored to tears within two paragraphs.
Peace,
J.C. Tabler
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Heresy, Thy Name is Tabler
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6 comments:
No Zombie Dolly Parton's - now I am disappointed. :(
Though by the sounds of your wife's 'multiple gestation' or whatever the technical term was (I've turned the page now), I imagine one or both of you will resemble a zombie (Dolly or not) pretty soon. Good luck.
I'm already looking like a zombie. Apparently she can't get to sleep at night without kicking me in the back a few times.
Know anyone that wants to buy a baby? We got extras...
My wife has also been kicking the last few nights. While I don't look like a zombie, I AM walking around in a daze. which i guess is kinda like a zombie,...except, other than human flesh, I have a hankering for pizza and Starbucks...
I have a craving for kosher hot dogs and Hornsby's crisp apple cider...that's LIKE brains, right?
Hornsby's Crisp Apple Cider - sounds perfect for a hot summers day. Feeling a wee bit thirsty now.
I tellya, it's wonderful stuff. I don't drink beer, but I will chug-a-lug some Hornsby's
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