Purple Monster (not a porno)

        I got really frustrated yesterday because the short story I had been working on for a week was floundering. It was all over the place. I realized it then. It was like discovering a piece of paper from the night before, a group of lines scribbled down in a moment of real vision. It was like discovering that what you wrote was complete shit - only instead of that that drunken night, I had a week of hard work. 

 

Of course, the inspiration for the piece was spotty at best. For some reason I've been convinced that anything I dream, now matter how weird or apparently random and useless, must be committed to the page in the form of short story. So I dreamt one night about an abominable snow man creature of sorts, only more human. I dreamt that this creature carried a sword and slid down hills of trash. It seemed compelling. 

After discovering that my creature was probably not capable of the witty inner dialogue that a Fante inspired 1st person narrative provided, all became clear. I am a horrible writer. I have nothing to show for three years of "writing." I should stick to music. But, at the time, I was horrible at that, too. Everything before me was crap. Nothing worked. I needed to make him innocent. He was a god figure, a hairy, bloodthirsty god among men. And that's what I'd name the new draft. A God Among Men. 

 

I took a good deal more of my medication than usual. I began with positive affirmation. I lit the incense I'd received for christmas and placed the stick in it's stand, an effigy of an elephant. I felt strange. If I turned my head, things seemed to blur. My plan was to build a rapport with my revamped character, to understand him. I borrowed Brett's color pencils and began. He was supposed to be a black man-like creature with black fur. I spent close to thirty minutes on it. When I finished, I felt relaxed. I went to bed. 

 

The next morning I rose late and checked the drawing. Instead of black outlines for the arms and legs, the entire figure was purple. The snow man was purple and red, big red fur around his neck. This was fucking terrifying to me. I spent thirty minutes in a well lighted room illustrating a fearsome god monkey and my brain shits out a purple clown teddy bear. 

So that's how things are going. I'm glad to be back after my disturbing two week hiatus. I'm sure the millions of devoted fans that read this page must be as well. 

                - M. Galactic