marycatelli (marycatelli) wrote,
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my deathly prose

"The world is full of bad books written by amateurs. But why settle for the merely regrettable? Atlanta Nights is a bad book written by experts."

I've been podcasted!  My chapter from Atlanta Nights!  (Details of how this turkey came to be perpetrated are here.)

I had fun with this one.  I waited until the third paragraph to introduce any actual characters -- and I made the paragraphs a page long each.  I deliberately introduced inconsistencies -- I not only made up stuff instead of researching, I remembered stuff and so wrote down something else, and proceded to take pictures on and off the wall, and necklaces on and off necks in the course of paragraphs.  Whenever my flying fingers mistyped something, I picked the wrong word from the suggestion list that Word popped up, if I had to mangle the word further to get it to make a wrong suggestion.

And now you can hear it read dramatically.



And now a philosophical question:  he posted the description on YouTube:
This chapter combines extreme purple prose with some extreme malapropisms, and climaxes in the most pointless argument ever. My favourite chapter yet!
Is being told that your chapter in Atlanta Nights is someone's favorite -- a compliment?
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