Ben Peek (benpeek) wrote,
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That Autobiography Idea

Remember my plan to write a a distorted autobiography?

Yes?

That was a stupid plan.

I discovered that last night when, having finished another level of Killzone, I decided I would get down to writing it. You know, begin. So I did, and a thousand words into pointless babble about my life, I realised, a) I was boring myself, and b) that the fantasy element and real world element was not bonding right. One of them had to go, and since I think the fantasy element is stronger, it's the real life nonsense that's getting shitcanned. If you look closely, you can see it floating away, an idea that was good for a brief moment, and will most likely not be back in this form. Part of me still wants to write something autobiographical, but I did that with A Year in the City, and I think maybe I've run it down for the time being.

So, I have an entirely different story now, which is fair enough. I have this scrap of paper where I wrote down my ideas for my novelette 'Under the Red Sun' still next to the computer and written on it is


  • Blind instrumentalist

  • Why have I never finished Heart of Darkness?

  • Police hire instrumentalist to talk to dead girl.

  • She's a suicide. Her ghost narrates her death.

  • "I have not stolen a part of her," I said. "the truth is, you're not very good."

  • The sky is red. The apocalypse is happening around them.



And so on and so forth.

Do you know how much of those notes appear in the story? One: red sky. There's a dead girl, too, but not a whole lot of that there, and no one talks to the dead. The dead are important, however, but from a different point of view, and because I'm fascinated with death culture, I thought I would try and work that in. Anyhow, originally, I had planned to tell the story through an entirely blind character, and not have any scene settings, any descriptions, nothing but sounds and whispers and crunches of those around him, and have this really fantastic imaginary blind world. That, of course, proved to be stupid as well, and is also kinda hugely wankish when you stop to think about, though I tend to not let that slow me down if it's a consideration.

(In case you're wondering, I planned to have the protagonist's companion talk about the apocalypse and the red sky while they drove around in carriages in a vaguely Victorian manner.)

Technically, of course, I have a whole story still that I could write, but I've no interest in those notes. I keep it because I'm a bit of a hoarder, and I figure one day it might jot something else in my head, but really, it's done. Which is why I kind of doubt that I will end up using the original plan for this, and that I will probably end up with a different story now. Which I will probably write about here as it goes along, because I feel like writing a story publicly, in as much as I can do so here on a blog.

I'm planning to submit this story in my head to Cat Sparks' new anthology, Ripping Reads, because I said I would, and because I like Cat and her anthologies. The deadline for that is the end of the month, and a week or so is a nice time in which to write a five thousand word short story, I think. That said, Cat loves rejecting the things I write for Agog! anthologies, so I'll be sure to mention that when it comes through, and we can all have that warm sense of closure that you get with rejection together.
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