Here it is––the first chapter of Cowachunga, with significant changes to the first half. I believe this is pretty near to what will emerge as the beginning of the novel. I am leaving previous version up, as it is complete in its own way––just doesn't hold the weight of an entire novel.
Revisions needed to be made, not only for the sake of coherence, but to reflect my deepening understanding of what the plot is about (finally worked out the back story behind the Cowachunga title). I filled in a lot of details in Vegas, walking back to Sahara from a night of trying and failing to play the flute on the Strip––maybe Sin City is really not my type of town––lost $200 at poker and as penance had to really get serious about the plot. The book is now complex, rather than cartoonish (in my mind) and addresses topics of social identity, technology, fear, sexuality, and environmental sustainability. Given impetus by the notion that, to create something truly believable, one must live it––even in this semi-dystopian, freedom-seeking now.
I have not publicized this project beyond a few beta readers. I am not after any level of recognition that hinders the ability to live an unfettered life. (As Henry Miller can attest, learning to enjoy life without money is the real art). Readers are welcome to drop words of encouragement.
Chapter Two, now into its fourth section, is still proceeding in weekly increments - I am skipping one this week, but should have a fifth section up by September 6th.
Revisions needed to be made, not only for the sake of coherence, but to reflect my deepening understanding of what the plot is about (finally worked out the back story behind the Cowachunga title). I filled in a lot of details in Vegas, walking back to Sahara from a night of trying and failing to play the flute on the Strip––maybe Sin City is really not my type of town––lost $200 at poker and as penance had to really get serious about the plot. The book is now complex, rather than cartoonish (in my mind) and addresses topics of social identity, technology, fear, sexuality, and environmental sustainability. Given impetus by the notion that, to create something truly believable, one must live it––even in this semi-dystopian, freedom-seeking now.
I have not publicized this project beyond a few beta readers. I am not after any level of recognition that hinders the ability to live an unfettered life. (As Henry Miller can attest, learning to enjoy life without money is the real art). Readers are welcome to drop words of encouragement.
Chapter Two, now into its fourth section, is still proceeding in weekly increments - I am skipping one this week, but should have a fifth section up by September 6th.
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