Finally. It’s amazing how long it took to finish three short stories. It drove me nuts along the way. First I hoped to get them done by Halloween. Then by Thanksgiving, so I could ordered some printed books and give them as Christmas gifts. (Some people give homemade fudge, I give homemade stories…) The last story changed completely and I got so caught up in it I was typing furiously through a major thunderstorm because I just had to see how the story came out. Loading it to Kindle was a breeze. Loading the print version was a pain in the rear. Not sure how it went wrong, but it took a lot of work to make it load properly.
I am quite pleased with the results, though. The stories are so much more than I envisioned when I started them. The characters took over and headed off to places I had not imagined. I’ve found they are much more interesting when they do that, so I’m always happy to see it happen. But I have to admit, it’s disconcerting to watch it happen as I type. Where are these words coming from?
Now I just have to decide what to work on next. I have a huge amount of story ideas jotted down on notepads, in notebooks, and a file container. Do I stick with the Christian theme (it would be “Give Me A.I.D.! (Angelic Intervention Department)” about angels who are sent to help people in crisis. They are not the “Fear not, I bring good tidings” angels. They are more the “Somebody’s going to get it now!” type. Your child kidnapped by demons for entertainment in a hellish nightclub? Been cursed by a voodoo queen for spite? Satanic cult decide you’re needed to open the door to Hell? Somebody decide you need to see how your soul really looks?
I also have a strong love for science fiction and fantasy, especially with a twist of humor. I have a group of stories called “The Bartenders’ Tales” about odd things in odd places. There’s the interpreter whose last job drove him to retirement, the bikers who met the wrong trucker in a very strange bar, and a werewolf who just wanted a nice date.
There are also the full length novels I want to write. They are not very humorous, more serious. Some are series, like “Lunatic Tales” told by aliens who liked the name for themselves since their world had three moons. Some are stand alone novels, like “Queen’s Curse” about a queen cursed to return over and over and over when her people needed her, because she was not willing when they first cried out for help. There is “The King’s Niece” who was sent by her village to ask her uncle for a job. There is “Monsters’ Walk” where four teenagers who consider themselves soulless monsters discover they are the heroes needed by a desperate people, and must accompany the local priestess on her trip to her death.
I have a wide ranging imagination, and keep coming up with story ideas. Now I just have to get them in writing and ease my crowded mind.