‘Hey, Seb?’
‘Yes, Seb.’
‘So what have you been doing with your time since you’ve been back? Settling back into the flat? Looking for a job? Exploring London?’
‘Writing.’
‘Writing?’
‘Yeah, writing.’
‘Writing what?’
‘A novel.’
‘A novel?’ I frown. ‘Really? What’s it about?’
‘It’s about a lot of things…’
‘Let me guess… Is it, like, a novel about the way-we-live-today? A novel with a hero who asks himself lots of questions, you know, he’s doing OK in life but he’s asking himself the bigger picture questions and that’s when things start to go wrong. Is it about that? And through that, you skewer the hypocrisies and absurdities within modern society, giving thought provoking insights on growing feelings of isolation and loss of control. Am I close? Perhaps you’re using some of the experiences and thoughts you had on your travels although it’s not at all about you. And at the end, the hero finds salvation in doing simple things, being a good person, finding a purpose. Is that what it’s about?’
‘Screw you.’
‘Does it have vampires?’
Is it about a man who gave up his high-flight job to go off travelling who came back again and then really was stuck, until he just accepted Jesus started going to church met a wonderful Christian babe but then found Satan instead but then just decided to consume in ever greater quantities and grew so fat he had to be removed from his flat like an ingrowing toenail blob on a crane who could have been born a donkey and had a great life on Blackpool beach, had he not ticked the wrong box pre-life, call it karma, and then...
ReplyDeleteIt better have vampires...
ReplyDeleteVampires are soooo 2009. Angels are where its at now (apparently)...
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