I’ve just finished a new short story I’ve been working on over the past couple of weeks, a super-short, short story in fact. At just 1,700 words it’s over almost before it gets started, but I think it says what it needs to in the space it has. It’s a horror story. I guess the first horror story I’ve written, although some spooky elements have made their way into some of my things, I don’t think I could call any of them: “Horror”, and I think I can with this one.
It’s called “Weak Coupling”. It’s a story I started writing maybe 3 years ago – one of the very first stories I ever attempted. I gave it up back then because it just didn’t feel like it was working, but a couple of weeks ago I had two revelations about things I could try with this story, one of which was to make it very short, the other of which was to write the whole thing in first person, so I’ve tried those ideas and… well, I have a new finished story.
Now I’m back into The Worm. I’m somewhere in the middle of Chapter 10 at the moment. Getting this chapter finished will be a bit of a milestone because it completes Part 2 of the novel. I’ll officially be 2/3 through!
After that I’m going to write my next short play: “The Flood” and if I can get all that done before I go to Sweden in August, I’ll be happy.
I don’t have an illustration to accompany this post. I Google-image-searched pictures of vacant-eyed, 19th century female circus animal trainers, but there was nothing satisfactory. For some reason I looked through the works of Odilon Redon, the late 19th/early 20th century French surrealist painter, draftsman and printmaker, whom I have admired since I was a teenager, and though many of his works carry the right sort of atmosphere, none of them were a perfect match for what’s going on in chapter 9. I might be able to use some of them when I’m posting about Part 3, though. They have exactly the right sort of surreal, religious, desolate feel for much of what’s going to be taking place between chapters 11 and 15.
While I’m making associations with other people that make creative stuff, I’ll just mention that my soundtrack for chapter 9 has been Tim Hecker: an amazing ambient musician who produces work that spends most of its time being extremely intense, which isn’t a word you’d usually associate with ambient music. I’ve been listening to his albums: Virgins, Ravedeath 1972 and Harmony in Ultraviolet, and I’m hooked. Its not the kind of stuff you want to sing along to in the car, but for keeping me in the right sort of mood to write about two melancholy lovers heading inexorably towards the existential abyss, it’s just the thing. Björk’s 2015 album: Vulnicura has also been receiving a lot of play. Its wonderful.
The story now sits at 47,490 words, total. Chapter 9 has dealt with the start of the downward journey for our two hapless protagonists. The law is on their trail, hunters are after them, and their ties to each other are fraying. Also, poor Valentina’s situation is becoming clearer as she descends into some sort of possessed madness. We seem to be gaining pace toward some decisive and possibly awful event, ending Chapter 10 and Part 2. 🙂
The title says it all really. I’m not sure anyone will want to own a book of my first three one-act plays, but now they can. Maybe it will become a curiosity in the future, if I ever get anything else published. Anyway, now that this vanity project is completed, I’m able to get back to the real work of writing The Worm, which is currently 6 scenes into chapter 9.
My book of short plays is available here.
In other news, an idea is starting to emerge for a new play or story called “The Flood”. It’s around what happens to people during a disaster. The way disasters can be a catalyst for the emergence of natural instincts, for better and for worse, and how this can play out as social threads start to unravel. That feels like a compelling idea to me.
Now that I have three plays for the stage, I realised these three plays could just about form a book; a modest, rather slender book, but a book nonetheless. Amazon.com makes it pretty easy to put an eBook together and make it available, so I’ve gone ahead and made one.
The eBook includes “Final Performance”, “Over the Rainbow” and “Greener Pastures”. I might follow this up by making a physical version of the book as well – Amazon also makes this possible – I’ll see.
I’m very grateful to Mandy Gardner for letting me use her photo for the front cover.
42,512 words. Past the halfway mark. I’ve now been working on this novel for a year. I remember the incredibly unprepared state of mind I was in when I commenced. I had no idea how to start writing a novel, but reasoned it must involve writing some words, so I thought I would start writing some words and see what happened. Like a long ocean voyage, the commencing is all about vague expectations and excitement, but somewhere along the way it becomes more a matter of discipline.
Chapter 8 functions as a hinge in the story; a definite change in direction; the end of the upward and the start of the downward. For the past 12 months my shorthand for this chapter has been: “The Monster is Born”, and that, I think, is what ended up happening. He’s out of the bag now, and can only become more monstrous.
Chapter 8 also provides the long-awaited reveal about Viktor and Alexis’ distant past, and with it, by far the longest scene in the story thus far. A two thousand eight hundred-word scene of dialog. This was probably the most difficult scene I’ve written so far and I revised it and revised it, but I think it reads OK.
Chapters 9 and 10 are reasonably-well plotted. The end of chapter 10 will mark the end of part 2; the second third of the novel. Chapter 8 heavily featured Alexis’ aunt: Lena, who is a nurse, hence the above photo of a nurse.
Follow your dreams, unless they are nightmares. Don’t follow your nightmares.
Today I finished a new short story I’ve been writing over the past couple of weeks: ‘The Electric Fence’. This will be my submission to this year’s Elizabeth Jolley prize. It’s the first short story I’ve done since ‘The Signal Box’, a year ago.
This story, I think, continues a style I found in The Signal Box. I’ve had a feeling I’m starting to find my ‘voice’, whatever that is. A style or kind of story that feels like mine; like I’m no-longer just doing my version of what someone else does. That’s probably been a big part of the journey over the past three years, so its good to feel like I’m arriving at that point.
Like The Signal Box, The Electric Fence can probably be read as a sort of allegory. Neither story is concerned with the time or place in which its events are set. There are also, I think, clear themes of occupation, entrapment and escape. Developing on from The Signal Box though, I think this one is more minimal. Also, it’s way less dark than The Signal Box, which for me is a refreshing development.
My next plan is to get back into ‘The Worm’, and write chapter 8. I also have an idea for continuing two earlier experimental stories: ‘Get Away’ and ‘Forever’ by tying them together in another sort of experiment. This would be a departure from the style I’ve been exploring and discussing above, but it’s an experiment that interests me. The working title for this latter work is: ‘Europa’.