So I just finished writing the longest manuscript of my life. 130,000 words! Sadly, that's all I can say about it. Well, not all. I think it's quite good, and it was a real change for me. There, now that is truly all I can say about the work.
Here is the introduction to a dark novella I'm about 50% completed (Working title Pacifica). It takes place in L.A. in '77, at the height of 70's excess, coke and the birth of punk. The main character is a young girl just arrived from back east. You never get her name. She leaves a swath of destruction from Hollywood boulevard to Laurel Canyon in her wake.
I love One-Hit Wonders. They contain a sort of promise of greatness, wrapped in a failure sandwich. They contain the greatest summation of a band's talent. They represent the shining peak of several people's lifes' work. They are often blatantly wistful and Notalgic. Best of all, they seem to encapsulate, more than other atrists the zeitgeist of that year. One hit wonders sound very much like the year they were made.