As usual, the words come in bright spurts of electric blue and I put them down, as I do, one after the other in spite of all the other shit coming on down. I seem to be caught in a narrative digression and looking for a way out of it and back into the main, ahem, thrust of the piece.
I'm worried that this is going to turn into a swampland Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, but there hasn't been any major violence in the last five or so pages so things are probably going to turn out okay. I know, structurally, that this thing will be in two pieces - not two novels, but two parts, two sections in one. There don't seem to be any easy chapter transitions within those parts, but we'll see where it goes in the second draft.
After people have seen the first draft I'll see if people think it would benefit from more view point characters rather than staying so firmly in Luanne's head.
More Burroughs:
"The 'Other Half' is the word. The 'Other Half' is an organism. Word is an organism. The presence of the 'Other Half' is a seperate organism attached to your nervous system on an air line of words can now be demonstrated experimentally. One of the most common 'hallucinations' of subject during sense withdrawal is the feeling of another body sprawled through the subject's body at an angle...yes quite an angle it is the 'Other Half' worked quite some years on a symbiotic basis. From symbiosis to parasitism is a short step. The word is now a virus. The flu virus may have once been a healthy lung cell. It is now a parasitic organism that invades and damages the central nervous system. Modern man has lost the option of silence. Try halting sub-vocal speech. Try to acheive even ten seconds of inner silence. You will encounter a resisting organism that forces you to talk. That organism is the word."