Last month, I worked on a novelette set in a smart house. and this month I've been working on a short story whose main character is a house. The house of a killer who's kidnapped a new victim. The house and killer have an interesting relationship, you could call it a friendship. But what is a friendship when one of the parties lives and kills inside the other?
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
When I made the conscious choice and decision to be a writer, I looked at what opportunities that were out there for writers who wanted to do what I planned on doing and studied them to better prepare myself for the future I wanted.
7th story in my August Flash Story challenge where I write a story a day for the month and post it on the site. '"It’s a funny thing, this skin we are given."' Follow my blog to receive a free flash or micro story and tidbits from the writing life like advice, inspiration.
Deep down there is a fear that graces me and scares me because I know I'm betting big on my talents, but there's another bigger feeling that knows this is the right move.
In an earlier post, I wrote about a few pieces I was working on and mentioned that I would go into further detail on each story later.
A short story about an African man in the army who is stationed at a robotic disenfranchising camp.