Which is why I haven't posted on here at all, all month.
Anyway.
Happy feast of St. Andrew to my several friends named Andrew. St. Andrew is the patron saint of Scotland and also apparently of reformed prostitutes. Who knew?
So, novel. No, I'm not going to post it here... I think most of it will never see the light of day in its current form. It needs several years of research and I need to learn German, Hungarian and Slovak... Or at least two out of the three.
Anyway, to make up for no posts all month, I will post the haikus from my novel. These haikus were found using a haiku finder. For a novel of this length (just over 50k), there are a fair number of haikus. For a while I had one about every ten pages. And then at about the same time that the plot went alternate universe, most of the haikus dried up. Oh well.
Haikus below!
“What happened?” I asked.
I didn’t like the way everyone
was staring at me.
He looked miserable,
but I had no idea
what he was saying.
When the last notes had
died away, we all sat still
for a few minutes.
"Nothing but an itch,"
he muttered, scratching his back
where it bothered him.
E-even with all
the propaganda, the truth
will out by what isn’t said!
I could see nothing.
Complete and total darkness
obscured my vision.
Haiku finder here-http://mrfeinberg.com/haikufinder/
