The hardest part about writing fiction is, I think, knowing that, no matter how good you think something is, it might actually suck. If you read enough, you know, there’s a lot of terrible stuff out there that, obviously, people including the author, thought was good. And you have to accept that you also might be and probably are writing fiction that is also terrible; you just can’t see it.
Here’s what’s changed for me: I don’t care. I mean, I do care for the whole “How can I get this published?” question. But in terms of whether I’m going to spend my evening watching TV or writing, I’m now spending it writing.
And my romantic zombie story, which is not actually romantic nor does it technically contain any zombies? I am having a blast writing it. Like, yesterday, I wrote the part where the little kidnapped girl decides one of her captors is Santa Claus and it made me so happy that, after I stopped writing, I realized I was smiling. Like, yep, this works.
My plan is to wrap up this section with a murder. I’ll get that done over the next couple of days and I’m feeling pretty good about that.
But then I’m really excited about this next part because, though I feel like I do a pretty good job about writing things that are spooky or creepy (or things that end up being scary when I think they’re sad), I’ve never written anything straight up “horror.” And I’d like to try. So, I’ve been mulling over in my head what terrifies me and why, what kinds of things in horror movies and horror novels straight up actually scare me. I feel like I know a lot about being terrified, since, you know, I have some issues with heights.
But how to put that feeling into being hunted down by your buddy back from the grave? Oh, sure, put that way, it seems easy enough! But I’ve never tried it before, so we’ll see how it goes. There’s a benefit to doing this stuff in June. Gives me time between now and October to fix it if it’s not right.
So, I don’t know. I’m a little nervous because each day won’t be a self-contained unit, which I thought ended up working really well for the ghost stories. And I’m not sure I’d want to sit down and read a whole long piece of fiction bit by bit online, myself. But we’ll see.
Ha, now I kind of wish I knew a little about coding. I could whoop something up as its own site, just for the month. I’ll have to think on that, some, too. Maybe I could set it up as its own WordPress.com blog thingy, if I could find a template that would serve.
When I was in undergrad, a million years ago, the College Professor taught a couple of courses on hypertext fiction (and that’s what I wrote my master’s thesis on–was hypertext fiction non-linear? I answered “no.”) and it would be cool to go all old-school that way and do all the necessary linking to let you go through the story that way. The nice thing about reading stories pieced together that way is that it gives the story a kind of dreamlike disjointedness and, when it works, the recoursiveness can be mindblowing.
I’ll have to think on that. First, I’ll just focus on getting the horror part done.