This is where I write things that don’t make sense. Fiction, really, as you might have guessed from the title.
I have a problem with losing interest in particular plots. Namely everything I’ve ever tried to finish. I also have a tendency to write myself into corners that would take far too long to get out of, and therefore I tend to let stories rot.
So I write, and some things are finished and some things aren’t.
If you feel like reading what I’ve written, either click here or mouse over to where it says “Table of Contents” in the upper-right, under “Pages.”
Fiction is not my forte, really, but who cares? Practice makes better, if not perfect.
I have not been idle, but unfortunately I have also not completed anything. A list of works that I have begun and abandoned in the past few months, and an approximation of how much progress I made on each:
Gowt, a semi-comedic end-of-the-world tale (six or seven pages, maybe)
Dialogue, an incomprehensible exercise in the theater of the absurd (quite a lot of progress before it fell flat)
This Is My Day Job, a massive Hollywood blockbuster-style screenplay with lots and lots of explosions (about twenty, twenty-five pages of script)
Notes, an interview-driven drama (outlines and scattered paragraphs)
Don’t Talk to Strangers, a romance-turned-horror story (just notes, mainly, but with specific bits and pieces fleshed out)
Drowning, a short piece on the evils of cheap paint-thinner-quality rotgut (really just an excuse to use the line “I make shit-fifty an hour”)
And a list of tentative titles for things I have not given up on:
The Man Who Was, which is serious and overly dramatic
Cancer? Cancer!, which is not the slightest bit serious but still overly dramatic
…and, of course, any number of mysterious unnamed projects that are bouncing around my head.
