I saw five dollars on the floor of a Dunkin Donuts today and I spent a good couple of minutes deciding if I should pick it up or not.
On the one hand, I just found twenty dollars the other day, which seems like I’ve found my fair share of money for this month already. I should let someone else find the money to rebalance my karmic wheel.
On the other hand, I don’t believe in karma and I just recently lost my job, so I kind of need all the money I can get, even five dollars of floor money.
On the other hand, if I need five dollars THAT badly, I could just not get an iced coffee and thereby save just about that amount.
Then there’s the fact that someone will see me pick up the money. Maybe they’ll think I’m just trying to steal someone else’s money. Maybe it’s their money and they’ll be angry that they see me picking it up. Or worse, it’s NOT their money, but they’ll claim it is and then I won’t have a leg to stand on.
So if I do pick up the money off of the floor, I need to make sure no one sees me, because otherwise I might be called a thief and have to give up the money and leave the Dunkin Donuts with my head hanging in shame while all the other customers glare at me in righteous indignation.
And while I’m thinking all this, a young woman with a baby carriage picks up the five dollars and I council myself that a woman with a baby needs five dollars more than me and I made the right decision.
Since I’ve started working on my series of short stories, writing has become much easier for me. Not necessarily blog entries, since that’s a whole other process, but I’ve now written four or five stories (I lost count), all of which take place in that same world.
While I’m digging the ease of writing, but I’m getting a little spooked. It’s so easy to let this character and his world take over a lot of my heavy lifting. I make up new settings, but those settings follow the rules of this world. I create new characters, but, once again, they follow the rules of the world.
The rules are a large part of what makes writing challenging. They rules determine what is and what isn’t possible. They determine how people will react to events. They can determine atmosphere. And now, all of that is more or less settled for me.
Every time I get a new idea, I immediately try and see how it will fit in the confines of this world. “Ah-ha!” I’ll think, “A death hospital staffed by werewolves! How can I use that?” And instead of doing something new with it, I’ll paw at it and work it until it fits into the series.
While it seems soon to be worrying about this, I hope I’m not falling into some kind of rut. On the other hand, maybe I should just quit my whining and just keep plugging away. Writing is better than not writing. Plus I’ve got another idea that could be gangbusters.
I’ve noticed recently that there are quite a few people coming here from places where my stories are posted, namely Ichor Falls and Tales of the Zombie War.
As I’ve mentioned in an earlier post, I always feel a bit odd because I’m worried that folks come over to my blog expecting more horror and zombies and vampires and demons and evil pizzas. And, instead, they get politics, music rants and my mindless ramblings about daisy farms.
At my old blog, I did post stories. And for three years, I even did something called 31 Days of Horror, where I wrote one horror story a day for the entire month of October. And while that was a hell of a lot of fun (and stress), I always felt on edge about just posting rough draft stories. If my stuff is going to be out there, it should be polished and nice and not filled with typos and spelling errors.
I was also worried that someone would consider posting a story on a blog as being “previously published” and that would lead to complications. So I decided to avoid all of that and instead I just write my nonsensical blog entries and save my fiction for other places.
But, for those of you looking for horror, just head on over to Dylan on the Web to see links to places where my stories are currently posted. And there will be more there at some point.
And then you can come back here and see what I REALLY think about those goddamn daisy farms.