29 May 2013

Working on my novel


Just bought myself a webcam and guess what I did with it?  Lyrics follow...




When the cop cars finally caught up with me                               
I was down from a nine day drunk                                        
With a side door missing, the radiator hissing                     
And an alligator in the trunk                                                 
The judge said “You’ve got such potential, son          
So why is your life a mess?                                         
You’ll be making, they say, great art one day.”          
“Well, your honor, I must confess.”                                    

I’m working on my novel, (working on my novel) 
Starting on a great career                                                               
Every word rings true cause I’m living ‘em through 
I’m working on my novel here         
                                    
My wife hit me, then she hit the road
‘Cause of rumors that flew her way
‘Bout her ex-best friend and a lady bartender
And some games that we liked to play
She said through sobs “I work two jobs
To support you and your art.
Can’t the research cease on your masterpiece?
When will the writing start?”


I said: I’m working on my novel, (working on my novel) 
Starting on a great career                                                               
Every word rings true cause I’m living ‘em through 
I’m working on my novel here         


The outline’s done after years of work
But my agent said, “Hey, boy,
I love the plot but its really not
What sane people would enjoy.”
So I started on a story of the common folk
And the struggles that they go through
So nine to five you can see me strive
With the scum of the earth like you.


I’m working on my novel, (working on my novel)                        
Where'd my alligator disappear?
Every word rings true cause I’m living ‘em through           
I’m working on my novel here         

15 comments:

  1. Dear Rob: I am fast becoming your biggest fan. Seriously. In my mind, you actually exemplify the blending of the arts. You writers are amazing people. And your award winning "The Red Envelope" proves it. Thanks for giving us insight as to who the real Delgardo is. Yours truly, Toe.

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  2. Rob, what a wonderful way
    You've started my day!!!

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  3. Thanks, Toe and Fran. For anyone interested, you can go to Youtube and rate this video yea or nay: tinyurl.com/robwomn

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  4. Sitting here in Starbucks with a smile on my face. That was fun!

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  5. LOL! Love the music, Rob. What is that, a zither?

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  6. Just finished the novel. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Putting notes together. Think you have a winner. E-mail will follow much later.

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  7. Thanks all. Liz, it is an autoharp, which is technically a type of chorded zither (i.e. you press a bar down to make a chord). That is why I held it in camera range at the beginning, so as to make it less of a puzzle.

    Fun fact: see the bulletin board behind me (under the clock)? The photographs are characters from my new novel (well, real people substituting for them, anyway.)

    R.T., looking forward to it!

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  8. That WAS fun! Thanks for posting this.

    What's the word I'm thinking of . . . "multi-talented"?

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  9. Terrific.1 I'm going to link here from Women of Mystery.

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  10. So much fun! I'll be humming this all day.

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  11. Awesome job ~ what a catchy tune. Thanks for the day-brightener!

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  12. "Are you sure Hank done it this way?"
    Yep. So we don't have to. Thanks for taking the bullet, Rob!

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  13. Great fun, and how true it rings!

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  14. For some reason, I'm thinking of some 70s Great Author who researched his book that included sex parties and wife swapping. I'm not sure why, but his wife left him after his Great Book came out. Maybe he wasn't musical.

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