I’m totally sure this is not what they had in mind when they suggested this
Weekly Writing Challenge: Three Ways to Go Gonzo
“Gonzo Geordie had an ax
To give her daddy forty whacks.
When that job was goodly done
Gonzo’s mom got forty-one.”
The neighborhood children, they be singin’ my song. Agin. My name be Gonzo. I love when they sing my song. I’m some body big. Biggest. Right Doc? Gonzo is famous. I’m a see-leb-ree-tee. Real deal.
“But why did you kill them? Your mother, your father,” Dr. Welby is asking me. Again. “Why? Did they hurt you?”
“No M’am” I tell him, smiling, friendly-like. I like Dr. Welby. Nice man. Can I can kill him too? Split that big head of his’n right down the middle. Like a melon. “No siree, nothin’ like that. They wuz always good to me.” I pause. I wait. He waits. We wait together.
Finally, I say something. “But I never did cotton to Mama’s cookin’. No, she weren’t much of a cook. Not much fer cookin’ a’tall.” And I grin remembering.
“Then why?” persisted the doctor. I was happy to answer, though she’d said the same thing lots of times and got the same answer.
“Cause I wanted to. Always wanted to. I tole’em, I did. They just didna believe me.”
Serial killer they call me. I sound important. I like that. I’m so happy. Always wanted to be. Though until after I done it, I didna know it had a special fancy name. Other kids, they was wanting to be firemen and nurses and stuff but me, Gonzo, I was snuffing kitties and wanting to turn Mommy and Daddy into glop.
I should have cooked them in the big iron pot but darn I didna have nuff time. Mebbe next time. Mebbe.
Now, they singing my story all over the place, singing my song.
“It didna use forty whacks. Not like the song,” I tell the Doc, sadly. “Not nearly nor specially not forty-one whacks. T’was less’en the number of fingers on my hand to make daddy all pulpy.
“Nothin’ to ax no more, nope. Not hardly nothin’ but red goopiness. Mommy? Less, not sure how many. But not enough as I wanted.
“I wisht it was forty or forty-one, forty-two, more even. Mebbe someday. Yup, just a few more would’ve been good. My song … it’d be longer. Yup. Longer.”
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THE GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE BOOMERS WAS DENIM 
BUDDING LILACS ABOUT TO BLOOM 
JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS 
LILACS ALWAYS BLOOM FOR MY SON’S BIRTHDAY 
SERENDIPITY - SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 
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Thank you!
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Shudder! WOW what a perfect piece of work. Shudder!
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I don’t know what dark recesses of my mind it came from and I don’t WANT to know. Better leave that door closed 🙂
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What is this? a poem?
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Fiction. Very short fiction.
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for that demented part that just really exists in us all even if just in a fictional way …
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Probably it does, but I’m glad mine is usually well buried!
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This is a great post!
Any advice to improve my blog is appreciated!
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Your blog is very young. Mostly, what you need to be is patient. Write a lot (but keep posts tight and around 600 words (or less). See what people respond to. Don’t let low numbers get you down. I had a lot of zero visitor days during the first months of blogging — so does everyone!
USE PUBLICIZE. If you don’t have a FB identity, get one. Google too. And Twitter. And Tumbler. Etc. The more places where your writing can be accessed, the better. Keep the posts short and to the point and don’t forget to have a sense of humor. Your format is great for photography, but not so wonderful for text. If you are going to be primarily text-centric, you might want to rethink your template. There are tons of them free from WordPress. I do a lot of photography, so I’m using one that is especially good at displaying large pictures and lets me put a photograph in the header area. But if you aren’t a photographer, there are better templates for writers. Also, centered text is hard to read, or at least I think it is. So is white on dark for anyone over 40 ( know you aren’t using it, but I’m just giving you a timely hint — many people won’t even try to read light on dark text). If you are using CAPTCHA, don’t. It just annoys people.
Illustrate. Use white space. Include pictures. Write on various subjects and see who responds to what. It takes a while to find your voice and figure out what you do best. Patience … and a bit of aggressive marketing … and it will still take at least 6 months before you really see the results … sometimes longer. I’ll keep an eye out too 🙂
Oh yeah, and comment on other people’s work. Do NOT do what you did on my site and pop a link into comments. It’s impolite. If your comment is interesting, most of us will check you out anyhow. Follow blogs you like; you will get some follow backs.
Most of all, have fun. Because if you don’t enjoy what you’re doing, there’s no point in doing it.
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Wow, thank you so much! This is so beneficial to the future of my blog site! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Very creative! Great read, thank you!
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Thank YOU!
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It’s “interesting” that even though “SONG of the SOUTH” IS a BANNED entity that this reads, very much, like a cross between the 1940’s interpretation of “NEGRO” dialetical speech patterns and BAD “HIP-HOP” from a fourty-year-old Bostonian. It sits “well” with those that have NO detrimental associations with “STRANGE FRUIT”, but, DOES in a time of unsubtle relationships by the growing ingredients of “THE MELTING POT”.
As PAUL HARVEY, ( NOT STEVE!), would say… “NOW, the REST of the STORY”.
I DO apologize for this observation… BUT, with the way the “majority” IS finding “entertainment,
( http://ideas.time.com/2014/01/17/dear-how-i-met-your-mother-asian-is-not-a-costume/), IS a reach too far.
Would “GEORDIE” be an alien with a visor? HE would have used a PHASER.
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To be honest, I had NO idea what I was doing. My husband is black (okay, cafe au lait unless he gets some sun) and he talks just like me, or rather better because he works at it and I don’t. I sort of made it up as I went along and if you look, it is very inconsistent because … well … I made it up as I went along. I was thinking white southern poor young and female. Since I am white, old, Jewish, New York-Boston with virtually no acquqaintance with people of any race from the south, all I could refer to were whatever bad movies I’ve seen. Hope that clarifies the situation 🙂
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I hope that the APOLOGY I’M GIVING works for YOU. I’m a “BALABUSTA” by Leo Rosten’s definition, (“So innocent that the ONLY thing I know to do with a bed is make it”.),. The fact that I did the article and commenting backwards let the events of the last years’ confusions rule my thoughts by HOW I’d “grown up”. My classmate of high school OWNS the Columbus Blue Jackets while I own a trailer. He played Football while I played Ice Hockey… He’s “White”, I’m “Black”. A confusing set of reasonings called “life”. I believe that the “career” of stage work has a lot to do with what / how I remember and sort “life’s” events.
Most of all, I realize that BEING TOO QUICK to JUDGE IS what gets most of “us” in so much too tepid water. Thank YOU for YOUR Humanly EDUCATIONAL skills.
“D”
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Well done, and well deserved. Here here!
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Thanks. You’ve been a great friend! All I did was keep writing. Funny, but I would have kept writing anyhow 🙂
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I have a story in my head. That is where they develop and one day I start to write and it all comes spilling out.
When I was freshly pressed…last Sept I think, it gave me my 15 minutes of fame (lasted 2 days) and also was wholly redeeming for me. You write so well and it is richly deserved. And it is VERY easy to be your friend.
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Thank you. That’s the nicest compliment I’ve gotten from anyone.
I’m painfully aware the attention is only going to last a couple of days … if that long. But redeeming is the right word. I don’t do this because I think I’ll get rich and famous, but after 1800 posts, some positive reinforcement really feels good. It makes it feel a lot less like a hamster in a wheel!
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Embrace the darkness.
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I think I already have 🙂
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haha, cheers!! Never let it go, it will comfort you forever!
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I’ll have to ponder that for a while 🙂
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haha.
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😉
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Well done on your Fresh Pressing Marilyn – keep on writing. And yep, you’re right, it is a compulsion… I just wish I could manifest a compulsion to actually finish more of the stuff I start. Hmm, In that respect writing is way too much like my love life – sporadic and nomadic 😉
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You’re a great writer … just a rare one 🙂 I solved a lot of problems by writing VERY SHORT pieces … less than 500 words, sometimes as few as 250. People have short attention spans anyhow 🙂
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I write very short pieces too… then can’t resist expanding. Everything seems connected to something else. Ah, of course – they’re called ‘chapters’! I really should try and write a book eh.
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Yes, and you do that better than anyone else I’ve found on the world wide mess. You could just cut one of those pieces in slices, like a bit loaf of whatever and serve it up, hopefully in some kind of order. Voila. Lotsolittle blogglets.
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You know I do actually write a fair bit (it’s the compulsion) it’s just… discursive.
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Rambling maybe.
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Often very silly. Then suddenly quite serious and dare I say, profound. Then the alarm clock of daily life chimes in and unfortunately I have to move on.
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I would just say really funny and witty and sharp and sometimes, insightful or is that inciteful? Maybe both?
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Maybe spiteful! But, really, thanks for the kind words. Despite an under water pipe bursting in my garden this morning, you’ve encouraged me to write a new post… But ‘rare’ is still good – I mean look how crap DeNiro’s movies have been since he stopped doing one a year 😉
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We stopped watching Deniro, but I never stopped hoping to hear from you!
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Love your style in this piece. Congrats on being Freshly Pressed!
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Thanks. I had fun playing with something completely different than my usual material.
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Did they hurt you…. Very touching!! Loved it
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Well, thank you for noticing what I did. It wasn’t an accident. People always assume people who do horrible things were mistreated, abused, etc. But it’s not necessarily true. I know a lot of abused children. I have only to look in the mirror to see one. And I’m not a killer, torturer, scammer, spammer or any other kind of bad guy. No angel, but not allied with the Devil either. Evil shows up without necessarily having a specific reason. Good kids come from terrible homes and terrible adults come from good homes. People need to find a reason for stuff that happens, especially bad stuff. But — as my husband always reminds me — there IS such a thing as evil and we all know it when we meet it. We feel it, like a presence in the room.
I wanted to portray evil for its own sake — without the excuses. Just pure evil. Weird, I guess.
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Evil resided in me for a long time and was visible to one and all….. It’s still in me, but I manage to camouflage and surprise my world by not flattering it at all:)….. Just plainly liked those words in your blog😋
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Thanks 🙂
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🙂
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