New Posts on Calvado

I hit upon something that brightens my day. I have a novel over at Calvado.blogspot.com which was, until today, just sitting there waiting for me to add to it, to edit it, and let it live. It is a NaNoWriMo novel from a few years ago, that's how long it has been sitting over there sad, forlorn, and not-quite-but-almost forgotten.

Then a hit struck me like a thought: I shall put it up one chapter at a time, read the chapter, and then write a commentary on that chapter, sort of like a hypertext novel except without the hundred blue and underlined nouns. Sort of like the Talmud but without the scholarship. Authorial marginalia, I think would be a good name for it; but I'm calling it Behind the Curtain. 

You the reader should be able to read straight through the novel just by clicking on the 'Next' link at the end of each chapter. And, if you so desire, you can click on the 'Behind the Curtain' link at the end of each chapter to see what I think of the chapter, how the chapter came to be, and other insights I probably don't have but would like to have.

Calvado is a love story where love kills. (That's the subtitle/tagline: Love Kills.) Mack and Calvado have a problem - he loves her and she could love him back. Except for one minor problem. Click on the title of this post or the Calvado link to your right to read my Free! Online! novel of love and death.

The Plan and the Man

What have I been doing in these last 36 plus hours since I said I'd upload some snaps of my Japanese stab binding/cereal box? I have uploaded some snaps of my cereal box cover/Japanese stab binding But mysteriously posted them on  Tedorigawa Bookmakers. Why would anyone do that? A mystery, of course, but at least there is a link to another Tedorigawa blog with pictures. And sound.

Second accomplishment: I'm making - slowly but surely and with spurts and gurgles and the occasional push uphill by a semi and the occasional jumpstart - a radio drama. A detective drama for the ears called

Dead Men Don't Travel

A fairly original title, don't you think? It is not a stand alone drama but embedded, so to speak, on a podcast I do about Japanese, Chinese, English, and things in Japan. If you'd like to check it out go to Hokudai/Cast. The following episodes of Hokudai/Cast contain Dead Men Don't Travel shows. There are more sections on Hokudai/Cast episodes than just DMDT shows: A language lesson - Japanese, Chinese, English - vocabulary lesson, and music. Usually there is a timetable and you can find the DMDT shows easily by checking the timetable. I hope.

Let me look up some episodes for you.
Episode 51 is the first, I think, followed by
Episode 55,
Episode 57,
Episode 59,
Episode 60. 

Dead Men Don't Travel is an experiment in text-to-speech. It is first typed in TypeitReadit, then it goes through a tortuous editing process complete with sound effects and voice over. It's a film noir detective story for the ears. A radio noir, so to speak? Perhaps? I think it sounds good but I want you all to tell me what you think.

What's the plot?

A businessman is missing. Or is he? The detective, Vicki Bradstreet, has been asked to find the missing man. Everywhere she goes, she's one step behind a murderer. Is the missing man the murderer? Or is it his wife? His girlfriend? His business partner? Can Vicki find the killer before the Dead Man winds up ... dead?

japanesestabbinding

Here I am sipping some fine Japanese sake (Tedorigawa sake, by the way, brewed right over there in Hakusan City, Japan), thinking about my accomplishments over the past few days.

As you may recall, I wrote a movie for Script Frenzy in about 12 hours called Chimera Woman. It's about DNA cloning, genetic engineering, and murder. To better let the world know about yet another useless blog, I created one called ZipScripts: Scripts Written Quick. Yes, I know it should be Quickly, but that's the problem with creative writing: sometimes you feel like an adverb, sometimes you don't. Please take a look at it and remember: speed was of the essence.

Second accomplishment, kind of. Rather. Maybe. I bound a book using Japanese stab binding, folded over used paper, green, waxed hemp thread, and the cover is made of a Kellogg's Genmai (brown rice) Flake cereal box. I butchered the binding and sewed one too many loops around the book. It's a soulful mess but a pretty one. If things go according to plan over the next 36 hours, I should have One - count it - One photo of the bastard child of satan by tomorrow.