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039: Liz Kimbrel

I'm living with these people now. The characters of the BOOK OF LIES having taken up residence in my head and are starting to peer through my eyes. I can hear their voices during the day. I'm the guy sitting on the bench in the park having a full conversation with himself. They're starting to talk through me, which is that delightful schizophrenia in which writers get to revel.

I mentioned Liz briefly in the last entry, mentioned her as being attracted to the ideal space of a hotel in downtown Seattle, and probably did so in such an off the cuff manner that it didn't occur to me until later the next day that not everyone may be as familiar with Liz as am I. Maybe it is time to introduce some of my new friends to the world. We'll start with Liz. Here are two bits from the earliest draft:

"Her hair was short and curly, a brown darker than the rich earth piled next to the grave. Her face was full and round and the dark sunglasses hid her eyes from Jack. She wore a long black coat, open at the throat to highlight the large stone suspended at the base of her neck. It looked like a piece of polished glass."

"They were hazel, her eyes, a light green fringe around the darker center, and her minimal makeup accentuated the distaff coloration of her irises. She had a solid smile, make unique by the protruding shape of her lower canines. The rest of her teeth were straight and white, but the two tearing teeth were slightly thicker than the rest. Her lips were never quite closed. Any other time, Jack would have been quite taken by the persistent hesitation which adorned that mouth."

I had a secret about Liz; I knew something about her which no one else -- not even she -- knew. Now I find that my secret may actually be one of the lies. I don't want to spill it quite yet, I may still use it and I'd like to have a few surprises for you, but if it is an untruth about Liz, I realize that I don't know her as well as I thought. In fact, the above two quotes may be all that I know about Liz too.

Regardless, this is Liz. She may wander in to the conversations.

Posted by Teppo at April 28, 2003 11:11 PM

Comments

Muhaa! Something other than an Ear Pollution column recycled. Okay, now, give me more Bunnyman!