Any one who has followed this blog for a while will know that I am a master of procrastination and hardly ever keep to a pre-determined course. Obviously these tendencies have bitten me in the backside numerous times and I would (in theory) be happy to rid myself of them.
So. A story.
It wont be a good story and it will probably lose me most of the followers I have here. Still, if I can keep to true to this one project I will have defeated a small part of the worst faults in me.
About this story. I have been scribbling* for some four or five years now. I’m a serious scribbler. Every now and then I get an idea for a story and the sheer momentum of that idea propels me through the first three chapters at least. And then I begin to feel the cold dreaded hands of reality where plot consistency, character development, natural-sounding dialogues and fear of info-dumping become awful insurmountable difficulties.
I don’t know how many ideas I’ve started and abandoned this way, but I do know how many I’ve finished – FOUR.
And two of these were very short indeed.
So this particular story has no brilliant-in-that-moment idea driving it. It has no short-lived enthusiasm giving it its first five thousands words either.
This will be written cold. It will be an exercise, a duty, homework…all dreary words that attempt to crush my soul.
You probably wont like what I come up with. Fair warning.
I’m stashing all posts related to this story, tentatively called Vampire House , under “The Stories in My Head”. You’ll find it on the homepage, under the header.*I say ‘scribbling’ because my ability to write will have to go through many stages of evolution yet, for me to start calling it ‘writing’.