I haven’t blogged all week for a couple of reasons, the biggest being I am working on my first short story.
This is a big leap for me.
I have a hard enough time scripting the tangible events happening in my own life, let alone creating new ones out of thin air.
I was always the kid who colored inside the lines. I’ve finally given myself permission to color outside the lines.
Permission to go rogue.
I’ve had a couple clear ideas that have been forming for a while.
One is dystopian, the other is about a horse.
The horse won.
It’s about a horse.
Maybe I have a shred of hope still intact after all.
It’s over eight thousands words, in only four days.
.That’s a lot for me.
But right now it resembles nothing more than a gooey car wreck.
I look at the words and think, “Did I write that? That sounds terrible!”
It really does, too.
I’m not even making it up.
Reminder to see above: Not creative.
Well, 8,000 is a lot more than the one sentence I formed for my dystopian story.
“Life is about stringing together a bunch of coping mechanisms, hopefully ones that don’t kill you in the process.”
That is a story for another day.
Right now, it’s about a horse.
A certain horse, yes, but not the one everyone thinks it is.
That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I’m going rogue.
