The novblog’s blognov…

Saturday, 20th March, 2021.

Day one; zero hour!

This is THE plan for MY ‘novel’: Cliche, cliche, cliche, trope-fest, platitude, cliche… and repeat. I don’t want to call it a novel. It would be an insult to the novel, which would most likely, slappa-upper-side-a my face with a vegan glove and co-ordinate diary dates for a fate-drenched duelling appointment. Nasty outcome. Nasty!

Is this a boring story with all the boring bits removed, giving the false impression that it is ‘exciting’ or ‘gripping’, whichever one suits your mood? Or, could it be a scam? So-called ‘excerpts’ from a novel that doesn’t actually exist? You decide. Or not, depending on your mood, God, you are a moody fucker…Never mind! We are all working the best we can with whatever accoutrements life has tucked into our vegan saddle-bags. 

I don’t know what ‘this’ is, I’d love emails on YOUR conclusion. Is it a blognov or novblog? And what is a blognov? I know what a novblog is, it’s a blog about a novel, but this isn’t a proper novel, not yet anyway. Yes, I am seeking help; notes and more, maybe mind-calming drug recommendations (only jest-mongering). Just flippin’ get in touch; spread your vegan wings of wisdom; flap them in my face.

Why read on? Don’t, I don’t want you to—it’s just too embarrassing. But if you do, I told you it was rubbish, so it’s your own fault. Well, it’s not rubbish, but it could possibly be an irritating waste of time if you read it and then realise you’ve missed an appointment—unless the appointment is for a literal vegan duel with a metaphorical novel. I will tell you all about the other dimension when the time is right. In the meantime, call me. 

Tatafanow!

Neal O Neal

P.S. Please join in with the conversation below. Notes, views and instructions and pointlessness too; all welcome and appreciated.

P.P.S. The premise of the whole story is wrapped around, through and under this little lot: Next generation, Independent, Japanese game creators stumble upon artificial consciousness. The US, dismissing them as a techno-cult, commandeers their project. Scorching the earth of their discovery, they insert hyper-intelligent vengeware; an intertwining web of conscious intention that seeks vengeance for the bomb dropped on Nagasaki..