Good anxiety exists- it is the feeling I have as I draw nearer to completing my magnum opus. I see that finish line. I can see people cheer me on as time goes on. It is not drawing away, as if in a dream, it is staying where it is, waiting for me because it knows I will get there eventually. My fingers are numb from the keyboard and my wrists hurt as I continue to write with pencil and pen on notebooks. As do my eyes, staring at a computer screen for long periods of time. But man oh man is it worth it! No pain, no gain right?
I completed handwriting Manny back in July but have not gotten to typing it up yet
I am still doing work on Mutant Cowboy Space Pirate
I am handwriting emotionally intense scenes for Ruby Caves- these are coming out beautifully
I am working on a Harold the Wizard story entitled Harold the Wondrous
I apparently spelled Wondrous wrong when handwriting the story- Word 2013 flagged it- what I had originally spelled was Wonderous. Whoops
Owl People of Winnie County has been completed (typed on Word) for a long time now but I have yet to send it through editing
In my last edition I discussed Manny. Now I am having problems. These problems are entirely my fault. Back in high school I had one art class and three crafts classes. I was great at doing things with my hands. From sophomore to senior year I went from simple wire jewelry to intricate pots. I even convinced a woman to buy my little blue bowl during a crafts sale on the spot. The pot went for $5.
These classes encouraged abstract ideas. On top of that, we had a strict deadline. Abstract ideas are what my stories used to thrive on. In Crafts II I created a handmade pamphlet with the twenty-one rules of being a Lunar Rider (professional supernatural hunter). In Crafts III I made a story vessel depicting the return of a massive alien dinosaur to his wife. Now that was fun.
Ever since I finished Red’s War and presented it to you guys I’ve had burn out with my stories. However, the recent posts about Ruby Caves are related to my work on it. I’ve finally found my voice with that story. Mutant Cowboy Space Pirate and Radiation Road are the same way. I believe I released Red’s War back in… what was it, late December or January? That’s a long time to be writing something. Another problem: my short stories are at least ten pages up now. They used to be shorter. With the exception of Ruby Caves, everything before Mickey in my STORIES menu is less than ten pages. Now that I’m trapped myself in a visual, in depth style and intricate plot lines the stories are a little longer.
You notice a pattern in my stories after Mickey? All of them deal with the supernatural. This is my burnout. My longer novels and novellas are going to take a while regardless. I’m not too worried about them. I’ve stopped making promises to you about when they are going to be released.
I think my problem with shorter supernatural, paranormal stories is world building. Some creatures don’t need explaining. Zombies, ghosts, vampires, and werewolves are so ingrained in popular culture I don’t need to worry about explaining their origins. I do have to explain where they came from within the reference of the story.
Red’s War was a story I had to write for class… Well, the original, far less bloody version anyway. That story was quick out of necessity but the story is still realistic within its own world. There have been rumors of a monster roaming around the French highlands. Jackie, a local hunter, is sent in to eradicate the creature and dispel the fear that it is a werewolf. The hints throughout the story leading up to the conclusion clearly state that something is wrong. I got through most of the world building quickly because the initial story was already written. The wolf attack on his car is an example of something added in after I presented it to class. It took me ten days to complete the story with all the added background information.
The direct reason for my moving away from the paranormal is also the most simple. I have been working in the genre for a long time and it is finally hitting me that I’ve run out of ideas. I’m human. I don’t know what it’s like to face off against a supernatural being. I do know what it’s like to have fears, desires; and what it feels like to reach out to others on a daily basis, stranger, friend, and roommate alike. Shout-out to Marcus, Roshad, and Sully- the three awesome roommates who have to put up with me for two more weeks.
Manny is a story of the human condition. A security guard on the graveyard shift at a cheap mall must make it through his first night. And then the power is knocked out by a storm. The setting alone is a perfect place for the supernatural to happen. However, Manny is a lone man against a quartet of criminals. Nothing supernatural. I’ll have a brief introduction to his situation and immediately move on to the major part of the story. It works on his fear and the natural urge to stay alive. I can relate to Manny. The first paragraph can be found in this post: see what he does? He’s watching a zombie movie. If I’ve seen a particularly horrific movie I stay up most of the night. That doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it can have an adverse effect on me.
The Cinnabon food-trucks are having a sale.
P.S.- while looking for the first mall image I came across a cool website that chronicles all the abandoned malls in the US. Check it out here!
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