Sunday, 30 September 2007

please ignore the last post - novel update

i have been redrafting some more. my novel is now just over 1,000,000 words.
it is a sequel to Ash Wednesday by Ethan Hawke. it is about a cat having a dream about Ethan Hawke.
i have sent Ethan Hawke a myspace message. i am waiting for a reply.
(Ethan Hawke, if you're reading this, please reply and let me know that this is an okay new idea for my novel.)

8 comments:

Lapa said...

Do you know one of the best portuguese writers ever: CRISTÓVÃO DE AGUIAR?

ALIVE IN MY BLOG.
Thank you.

Brian said...

Ethan Hawke walked past me once when I was waiting outside of Tower Records Lincoln Centre to see Cyndi Lauper preform a song from her then new album, "At Last." She actually sang two. That was a good event. She was very nice and signed my album. I could only manage a "thank you", but she understood what it really meant. She also wished me a "Happy Holidays." I had amazing eye-sex at that event. Really the best ever. What made it over the moon was the guy I was having eye-sex with was standing right next to his boyfriend. Aw, the memories.
Oh, yes, back to topic., Ethan Hawke apparently smells. A guy I was in line with was on a lift with him once and EW's BO was well ripe.
Hope this has helped. And if EW is reading this, do forgive me--I really want to get it on with you :)

chris killen said...

Lapa, i hadn't heard of that person before.

Brian, please stop using my blog to pick up Ethan Hawke. this is a 'professional' post.

Ethan, if you're reading this, i'm sorry. i am going ahead with the novel anyway.

G said...

Crikey

G said...

Crikey was aimed at Brian.
Brian: Crikey.

Fat Roland said...

I once ate Ethan Hawke's carpet-fluffed, slightly damp second-hand popcorn.

Jenn said...

I once threw a big stone at Ethan Hawke. It hit him rather harder than I had intended. When I dared to look at him there was blood in his eyebrow. I ambled over and said, 'sorry, Eeth,' in a laconic, cool kind of way. Ethan said, 'that's all right, no harm done' and dabbed at his eyebrow with a monogrammed hanky. I forget what happened next.

Brian said...

Chris, OK. I'll stop trying to pick up Ethan, but if I miss my chance with that hunk, it's all your fault. 30 lashes will have it.