A friend of mine came up with a great little diversion for me. Occasionally, when the barking dogs in my head begin to bite, I'll journal things in a, you know, real journal. Things that I could never write here. Things that, if written and published, would have SOMEONE knocking on my door.
But this idea of a diversion came up when I began to discuss the many acts of violence that I had fantasized about. Professor Peach, in the courtroom, with an AK-47, that sort of thing. All in delightfully bad taste. All in my fantasy world.
She suggested I journal a story. Entirely fiction, mind you. My own personal OJ story of "If I did it".
So here is where ya'll come in. This will be a Noir thriller. Entirely scribbled in my journal in purple crayon. It will be about Zelda, a 6'2 suicide blonde (dyed by her own hand). She's been done wrong in the worst sort of way and as we find her, she's caressing a handgun like a long lost lover.
Give me your best Noir elements...Zelda's getting impatient.