A quick recap:
When I last left you, I was struggling, as I am wont to do these days, with the death of Retribution. Perhaps death is a strong word. Hiatus may be a better way to put it. That sounds less absolute.
In my last self-shaming blog entry, I vowed to take the advise of some fellow writers and write something different I decided to write a short story. I am and it feels wonderful. It’s not finished, but it is in full swing. I feel very good about the plot, the characters, and my intended destination. I will admit that the general gist of the story has likely been done a million times over with all manner of twists and turns, but really, what story hasn’t? I can only hope that I bring something new and refreshing to the table.
My main character, an aging scholar, has a dark and hideous past – one that haunts him with every breath he takes. In the wake of atrocities too horrible to imagine, he has found a way to carve out an anonymous life. No one knows who he is, or what he’s done. Of course, he goes to great lengths to keep his secrets from becoming known, and is largely successful.
Until he meets the girl.
I haven’t quite decided who and how many will have to die. Someone always has to die. Perhaps I will let my main character live, though. I’ve grown attached to him in the last week, but then again, perhaps that is the very reason he has to go. Only time will tell.
So where are we?
Short story – in progress.
Goal for next week: continued progress.
**I should add a little disclaimer here so that when we get to next week and I’ve not finished, I won’t seem like a complete and utter loser. I have a huge project due for my Western Civilization II course next week (the 7th). I seriously doubt that I will doing anything more than immersing myself in the life and contributions of Thomas Hobbes between now and then. But you never know. Maybe I will finish early.