I think my story will be about a bounty hunter hunter. I don't know, that Story Corps piece on the bounty hunter plus the looming extradition of Duane "Dog" Chapman have convinced me that this story's time has come. I haven't worked out a plot quite yet, but here we are. A bounty hunter hunter, of course, is a person who criminal syndicates employ to round up bounty hunters that may threaten their bail-jumping associates. It's a profession with a quiet nobility, like teaching grade school. The world in which the story unfolds will be mildly post-apocalyptic
The story will end with our gutshot bounty hunter hunter looking into the contented eyes of the bounty hunter hunter hunter. Our antihero will say, "I thought you were just a bounty hunter, Virgil."
Virgil will say, "That's what I wanted you to think, Thirsty.
It will be poignant as hell, but he probably won't be named Thirsty later on.
1. Hypertextuality-I want to create a bunch of folk taley larger than life characters. I want to expound on them in asides, so as not to break the surging momentum of my narrative. I think hypertext allows for a richer background for a shorter, smaller story. I want to create a very grungy, darkly comic world, so I need that space. Butt I don't want to force the reader into it, so this will be perfect. Additionally, it is pretty important to me that the story be white text on a slate grey background.
2. Fauxral History- This is fiction of course, so it's not actually an oral history. But having someone perform this piece, could bring something neat out of it. If anyone has Tom Waits's phone number, he'd be great for it, but he may be busy.
3. Graphic Novel- This is not a serious option if I am flying solo. I have the worst small motor skills known to man and couldn't draw my way out of a paper bag with a machete for a pen. But if someone with an ability to render objects that the human eye can identify wants to saddle up, then we can do a thing.
This is not to say I won't see someone's better idea and desperately, fumblingly try to hitch my decrepit wagon to his or her star.