I am not one of those people who believe thirteen is a evil, horror-ridden number that will bring nothing but misery and pain whenever it crosses our path. Friday the Thirteenth does nothing for me, though I’ve had some interesting things happen on this day. I’ve been on thirteenth floors in China and never had a problem, mostly because over there you’ll never find a fourth floor, and your biggest fear is worrying about a dragon looking over your shoulder.
This is why I’m starting the thirteenth chapter of my novel, and I give not a single shit that things will go wrong. I don’t expect something bad to come above because I’m hanging with the One and Three. No, this is going to be like every other Chapter Thirteen I’ve ever written–
Let me back that last line up: this won’t be like every other Chapter Thirteen. It’s going to be a little . . . different.
This is the part of the story where Elektra–the girlfriend, and she knows it–is wondering what Keith is going to do next. She knows he’s writing, but she’s also wondering what he’s going to do as far as paying the bill are concerned. When she starts going down this path–the Writer and Their Money Route–this is where she wonders just how much input she’s going to have–
Because if there’s one thing she doesn’t want to be, it’s the pain in the ass significant other who sits off to the side clicking their tongue in their mouth, saying, “It’s very nice, dear, but what are you doing to make money?”
I’ve said before, a lot of people who are creative are surrounded by people who aren’t, and those aren’ts can drive a person right up the wall if they’re not careful. They don’t even have to be careful, because a lot of times the non-creatives are just saying things believing that if they go negative enough on you, you’ll give up those crazy dreams and be happy sweeping the floor of the Emerald Bar.
It’s only to help up, don’t you know?
I’ve hit on that at the start of the chapter, but what will I get into next? Fantasies.
Yeah, Elektra’s got them; some are even pretty crazy. (Well, maybe for you, ’cause what you call “crazy”, I call “Saturday Night”, but that’s beside the point . . . She gonna start thinking about what Keith is writing, and that’s going to trigger some things in her mind, and before you know it–
Naw, I’m not telling. I’m funny that way. I’ve probably said more about this story than I have about any other story, and yet, most of what I’ve mentioned has been in the form of very broad outlines. The same with this part: you’re getting a peek at the curtain, and you might think you’re seeing things on the other side, but it’s really all Wizard of Oz stuff: you gotta pull that curtain back if you wanna know who’s on the other side.
It’s time to Bring the Strange.
And if anyone can do that, it’s me.