Hello Guys and Gals!
I’ve been pretty busy lately with all things not writing and today I finally had time to put to paper the ideas that have been floating around in my head. As always I find myself quite fascinated with short stories that are both sensual and mysterious. I’m completely intrigued with this idea of telling a story that has no real beginning, middle, and end, but is instead a snapshot in time. The barest glimpse of a story that could be or never was. I think it might have something to do with my subconscious tapping into a more voyeuristic aspect of my nature. Not being a huge fan of reality T.V. living in a culture that is completely saturated with it may have some influence on my new literary hobby as well. I’m not inundated with the great minutia of living (or the artfully crafted concept of it) that most people are fed as viewing pleasure and quite possibly have tried to fill that void through a new exploration of writing.
My newest story, At That Hour, for which I have been threatened with great bodily harm by a dearest friend if I don’t finish it, is the perfect example of this new direction I’m taking. I want to introduce characters in a moment in time, in which there is no history and no future, where they exist solely in that moment to…well to do what ever I tell them to do. There is a fantastical element to this knew direction that I find myself in, which is no surprise because I adore Fantastic Literature*. I like the tingle of suspense, the idea of what would happen if, and mostly I like this all with a little sex.
Therefore, I’ve got a story to tell you my dears, if you take the time to listen.
*One of my favorite books of shorts is called Black Water: The Book of Fantastic Literature Ed. by Alberto Manguel. Here’s one of the stories that has stuck with me the most and influences me today as a writer.