I am not apologizing for giving you another archive story. I WOULD only this time there is a method to the madness!
This is a Dani/Mori story. I had tried a million times to get a story with these two characters off the ground but it never took. That original story was supposed to take place with them in college and build up their cases. I have no clue why I can't figure out how to write about their first case, but at least you have at least one of their cases.
Archive story again this week! Like most creative-types, I work in several mediums and this weekend was spent trying to catch up on my knitting projects. While I DID write, all writing time was spent on the big project that I'm not willing to share just yet.
One thing I remembered from quickly glancing over the story was that I never finished writing about Khalid. He plays a MAJOR role in another short I never got the hang of and was scheduled to get his own novel. *scribbles something down* Maybe that will happen this year?
Side note: Yes, the title IS from a Lordi song. When I was writing this I had just started listening to the band and couldn't resist using the title.
Story from the unedited archives! (sorry, but I'm working on a bigger piece and it took up all of my writing time this week).
This story came about because it was joked I never wear 'girly' shoes. While I hate the phrasing, it is true that the only pair of heeled shoes I owned was a sensible black pair that had those square heels. I actually walked over a railroad track/bridge in them one holiday. I don't remember what we were going out to the woods for, but I distinctly remember the guys being unsure I could go over the treacherous track. I assured them all shoes I owned were ones you could run in...which, of course, lead to the question of WHY I would need such shoes.
While I'm not anything like Rachel in this story, I highly sympathize with her footwear needs.
So, there's a Poem a Day (PAD) thing going on in the world. Various Twitter friends have been posting their poems and tagging Writer's Digest. I held out...or at least tried to, but a poem wormed its way out yesterday.
As always, don't expect much. It's unedited (of course) and there are at least two sections I will probably change when I get around to it. Yes, it is SUPPOSED to be choppy. Why am I sharing it? Mostly so other's who many be interested in the PAD Challenge will jump on board! (Photo from Pexels, artist Stergo)
My lofty dreams of being a famous & brilliant writer were literally smacked out of my head. Now I plan to fill the void with copious amounts of subpar writing!