h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

...and one feeding spot regularly provided furry sustenance.

I love it.

Some very meaty writing here. And layers of emotion. Its so deep, I'll have to drink some brandy.



Joseph had been stirred by the heat of meat, for over a century he had existed as nothing more than mind.

Ah, right. (drinks brandy) Holymoly. This is intense stuff. That paragraph is strangely beautiful.

Then there's the epilogue.

Give me a few days. This writing, this conclusion!!, is like a meat sandwich that needs a lot of chewing and consideration.


Except I'm vegetarian, but you know what I mean. This story wouldnt be the same if it went all beansprouty.

Beansprouts is good! Probably explains why your angels are lighter than mine... BTW my son came up with the ending, I couldn't get it to work

The veggie option angels.

The veggie option angel ran out of protein to fuel the beat of her wings, and landed in an earthly fishpond.

What?? Don't mind me, I'm in a stupid yet happy mood. And all before breakfast.

I'm obsessed with your story, Mr FWR and son. Its to do with the layers, its so deep and psychological. Plus the writing detail is amazing. I'm enjoying the brain bending challenge. Good at my age to bend the brain.

Its great that your son came up with the ending! Talented family. Good to work together.

We do writings with our niece, its great, but I do get stick for my output.

We are a family of scribblers!

There's more mind bendy stuff in the pipeline Mrs Wordworth, this very morning, at stupid o clock, I've written one just for you!

(My angels are much much darker than yours, often of the Fallen tribe, I can spend hours making images to go with my stories of the Fallen.)

Breakfast you say? Where's my frying pan! Meat time again!

Mrs Wordsworth eh? Dear sir, you have made my day.

I'd have liked to have been Mrs Wordsworth. Or Mrs Coleridge. Laudanum for brekkie anyone?

Excellent! I shall anticipate the bends. .

Your Fallen angels would look great on stage, you know that? A quality stage production. I can see them, mysterious dancers. They rise out of the stage of the page.

I take it you haven't seen Writing Right this week?

Lucifer the Musical...Fire and Feathers?....nah, probably been done...and it would be a very very expensive production!

I'll miss the old Greys, just a simple tale of brothers trying to look after each other....

Personally, in that line, I prefer the old Prophecy movies. You can't beat Christopher Walken as an unhinged Gabriel, especially when you throw in Amanda Plummer as a lost soul...

I don't know if you knew this, but the original movie had several sequels. The last one was filmed in Romania, and had Sean Pertwee in it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMKQsC1gN3Q

Lost their way after the third. Loved the original

Great series, FWR. I am just happy I don't live anywhere near the setting of the story. I think it is much funnier and darker than 'Varney the Vampire'. You could have been the Dickens of H'penny Dreadful writers.


You might enjoy watching the old TV soap 'Dark Shadows' with its loveable Canadian main actor:


http://h2g2.com/dna/h2g2/brunel/A5169648

Christopher Walken as an unhinged Gabriel? I like it. . I could almost love it. In fact I think I do. Now I know I love it. This film has to be seen.

Christopher Walken. Where is it that I saw him doing this amazing, quite bizarre dance ... ho hum ..ah yes!! Weapon of Choice, a Fatboy Slim video.



Funnier? says Elektra. I must return to yet another layer of the FWR tale. The humour layer.

Interesting, FWR, you'll miss the Greys, now the story is finished.

I wonder if a lot of authors experience this, like, missing the company their characters, once their story is written?



I still see the Greys on stage. It would be like on the Glastonbury Festival Pyramid Stage, when the English National Opera performed Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries, with mud all around them. So surreal.I see the Greys rising out of the mud. Somehow. Sort of. Atmospheric.

Thanks Elektra... Will have a look see

Greys at Glastonbury... How would you tell them from the crowd?

Hah! Yes! They blend with the crowd, indeed. They walk amongst us.

What?

I think that sounds quite poetic. No? Oh, think I'd better sleep then, and have peculiar dreams.

Sweet dreams Mrs W!