Year of the Dog's Weblog

The time is very late. I should be in bed dreaming about beautiful asian women, but I’m here writing to you. I finished handwriting chapter five of my book. I was going to start on Chapter 6 today. It didn’t happen. I had to do laundry, fix myself something to eat ( grilled cheese doesn’t make its self.) and fail to beat level 49 on Soul Calibur 4 about a million times. So I’ve been doing some thinking about what I should write for this chapter. When I last left of with my character an emergency alarm had sounded and she was escorted out of the mess hall by a friendly MP. Now I’m thinking that one of the aliens has escaped. From there I don’t have much. Maybe she will be taken to the security room. Perhaps she will come across the alien on the way there.

My next thought is about my book is this. I don’t think that I have enough poetic description in it. I feel like I don’t have anything that will grab people like I was when I read “The Road” or “Of Mice and Men.” I have some metaphors, similes, feelings, and sensory descriptions, but nothing surreal like mummified corpses in doorways glaring at you or golden sunlight shimmering on the water like the tails of a thousand phoenixes. You get my drift, right? Anyway, I’m finding it difficult to poeticize an underground military compound.  Poeticize is a word. Look it up. Don’t make me speechify, also a word.  Do you have any suggestions on how I can write some poetic prose about a military base?