Chapter 1 of a who-knows-how-long, long, short story. This started life as a creative writing final project in my last semester at University. The first couple of sections are solidly written, but it careens out of control by the end, though in a surprisingly boring way. I see what I was trying to do with it, though trying to spot where exactly I lay the tracks that eventually lead off the rails is a difficult game in and of itself. They creep in, like noxious weeds. Not to mention my deep and abiding hatred for massive rewrites, the main reason this story has lived in my DISCARD folder for the past nine years.
I’ve already done some work, beginning with the opening, though I’m not going to tell you where: better for you to assume all the crappy bits are what I haven’t changed.
However, what I find of personal, historical interest, are all the threads you can see in this project that eventually wove their way into some of my newer stories. There’s the big sister/little brother dynamic of “Ten Seconds to Now” (Dylan, now that I read him again, is basically Tuesday), and here’s where I first used the hopelessly confusing book-within-a-book concept that made an appearance in “For You, Game Changer.” Don’t you love realizing you’re a one-trick pony?
I’ll be shooting for weekly updates, though this may just end up being a poorly-executed experiment into my rewriting process. Either way you’ll have consistent updates again, at least for awhile. I’ve been looking at my blog post archives from the past year, and I’m already well behind in quantity. I’d claim quality, except that I’m pretty clearly just lazy.