Nolan County Sheriff
Today is the first day of National Novel Writing Month. I have started my novel. I'm 2500 words in and fresh out of ideas. This is where you, the general blog reading public, come in. You must come up with great ideas for me to hastily write into the novel. Maybe I'll even give you credit for them. Or, here's an idea, I won't make fun of you in the book.
Here is what I've started with. The Sheriff of Nolan county gets a call at 4am to the house of his childhood best friend, Andy Dyer. This is the friend that stole his best girl and married her pert' near under his nose, and whom he himself threatened to kill during the nuptial celebration. Thing is, now Andy's toe up on the front porch with the minute hand (the arm of a bronc ridin' cowboy) of the kitchen wall clock pointed directly at the body. While the sheriff is standing with his thumbs in his armpits, staring at his long lost love through the screen of the front door, he is approached by a new-in-town reporter named Sullivan who all but accuses him of criminality.
Ready, GO. Comments, posts, doesn't matter. Just throw me out some ideas like you were throwing out the trash.
Here is what I've started with. The Sheriff of Nolan county gets a call at 4am to the house of his childhood best friend, Andy Dyer. This is the friend that stole his best girl and married her pert' near under his nose, and whom he himself threatened to kill during the nuptial celebration. Thing is, now Andy's toe up on the front porch with the minute hand (the arm of a bronc ridin' cowboy) of the kitchen wall clock pointed directly at the body. While the sheriff is standing with his thumbs in his armpits, staring at his long lost love through the screen of the front door, he is approached by a new-in-town reporter named Sullivan who all but accuses him of criminality.
Ready, GO. Comments, posts, doesn't matter. Just throw me out some ideas like you were throwing out the trash.
Comments
I picture a diner as well, with a trucker that occasionally rolls into town that used to have a relationship with the waitress out there.
The waitress needs to end up dead, and the slow-minded hick stumbles upon the evidence, but doesn't realize it for months.
There's also a neon sign that flickers a lot.
And a dog that has to wear diapers for some reason.
Then something exciting happens when the reporters brother-in-law (perhaps drunken) shows up and and busts him in front of the house. Perhaps some kind of scuffle which would add more undue incrimination on top of what the reporter already has on him.
So...are you suggesting Chuck and Norris be guard dogs over the town's secret marijuana crop? Or maybe Leaks, Aunt May June's bediapered dog could be the guard dog. Very interesting Russell; okay, you're good, I won't make fun of you in the book.