I’m starting a new story. Awfully shocking, I know. I tend to do this far too often. (But I do finish things, too! Honest!)
C.N.Holmberg dared? encouraged? me to get a story into Writers of the Future by the end of September so we can compete against each other–er, have a story in the same quarter together.
Months ago I started The Harvest Mask only to come to a screeching halt when I encountered a huge hole in my politics and worldbuilding. Well, I’ve filled the hole…with a new story. So, I’m going to write that story to lay the groundwork for the rest. This story also spawns two more stories set in the same world. (In case I needed any more ideas….)
It’s a story that is also very important to me, so for all intents and purposes I’m going to be halting major work on my other projects to get a draft of this done.
I have been wanting to write about my chronic illness. I just couldn’t figure out a story that wouldn’t be absolutely boring. Illnesses aren’t the most exciting things in the world. Wake up, groan, feel ill, roll over and go back to bed. Next day, take two! Uh uh. Nope. Not exciting enough for me.
Well, now I’ve found a story that fits everything I need it to do! It also breaks…so many literary rules that… well….
Tentatively entitled, “Queen of the Eight Banners.” Let’s see how this goes.