I’ve decided to share with you something I’ve been working on for quite a while. It’s an interesting, pseudo-autobiographical (and isn’t all writing) novel/novella/short story tentatively titled Bright Nights and Blurred Days. I have prepared paragraph I of Book I today. I’m not quite sure if/how I will expand this, but I’ve got a few chapters written already, and I really like where it is going. I also think it’s best to be cocky about one’s writing, because if you don’t like it, why should anyone else. So I hope you all enjoy it because it’s damned amazing.
I jest. It’s not much, but it is the truest thing I know. Here it is:
It didn’t burn as it used to. It used to be quite the struggle suppressing the cringe and disgust whenever it occurred or whenever he even thought about it. Now, everything was beginning to become as though things were all going to be okay. Not to mention everyone around him began to have more and more to say, with stupider connotations then they did at the start of the night. But he didn’t care at this point. It was pouring outside. Rain hit the window occasionally. Water was beginning to pool up under the desk in the corner of the apartment. It would eventually become a nuisance. He’d deal with it later. He was, of course, just saying that because he was at the point where he realized that he wouldn’t deal with it. He’d let someone else deal with it. He decided that that someone else he was going to let deal with it was still himself… but himself later. Not while there are people here. It’s going to pool up again. Better to just take care of his problems all at once. Let ’em grow to a monstrous size. He chuckled at the ridiculousness of this whole damn thought process.
I’m glad I finally shared that with someone. Well, I’ve shared it with pretty much everyone by publishing here, but what good is writing if it can’t be shared?
Anyway, I’ve also made a few upgrades/updates to the site. And of course, I’ll be writing more frequently.
Cheers,
Scott