Lo, these many years I've been trying to write fantasy because somewhere in my brain there was the desire to Write The Next Big Fantasy Thing. Unfortunately, writing fantasy of any kind has always been a not-fun struggle and the result was never acceptable. My ideas were largely derivative and uninteresting, which didn't help in getting fingers to keyboard. So after a few years I gave up writing and instead contented myself with throwing random ideas in a Word document in the vague hope that one day lightning would strike and transform the whole mess into a coherent story.
[Spoiler alert: yeah, that never happened.]
October last year, I cannibalised that document to kickstart a new one (creatively called 'writing things') and I've been slowly adding to it over the last few months. I had no real plan apart from staying away from The Big Fantasy Dream, so I was surprised today to realise that every story idea or backstory detail in this document falls firmly in the 'unsettling' and possibly 'scary' camp. I point you at The Rules for an excellent example of what I'm referring to. And funnily enough, The Rules is actually the first bit of solid backstory idea that does not make me roll my eyes upon rereading a few months later.*
It also still scares the crap out of me, which is not surprising when you consider I wrote it because I am one of these people who cannot have any limb hanging over the side of the bed for more than 30 seconds. The next bit is fuelled by not being able to look out the window at night for fear of what might be on the other side. Another idea that's creeping up from the hindbrain is rooted in not being able to look into a mirror when it's night and I am the only one awake in the house. Yet another finds its wellspring in my not being afraid of being grabbed and raped when I walk home in the dark, but of being grabbed and being eaten by werewolves. (If I ever find the location where that one came from, I may have to wall it up forever.)
So it appears what I'm capable of writing is stuff that scares the absolute shit out of me. It's rather odd to come to this realisation, because I am a well-educated woman and I laugh in the face of superstitions and irrational fears. I do not throw salt over my shoulder. I have broken plenty of mirrors, walked under many a ladder and a black cat crosses my path daily** and yet my life has been quite free of the traditionally required curses. I do not believe my actions or my clothes on match day influence my team's performance. I do not leave milk out for the fair folk or steak tartare for the cow-mutilating aliens. I know none of these things have a place in my day-to-day reality. I adhere to the scientific method. I am convinced the non-human world and universe*** has rules which can be understood and deciphered if we'd just stand still and pay attention for long enough. There are no werewolves or vampires or fair folk or even aliens out there. And souls (if they exist) do not remain on earth as ghosts. If any of these things existed, we would have some reliable evidence of their existence or presence by now.
I know there is no monster under my bed.
Still, some nights I will lie in bed waiting for dawn to break or Alex to wake up and take a shower (whichever one's first) before I get up to go to the bathroom.
As the year dies, I light candles to dispel both the darkness outside and the darkness in my heart and soul. I light candles for the blessed dead and for those whose path is darkened.
Autumn and winter nights can terrify me because of the things lurking in shadows. I can't see them. I know they don't exist. But on a cool autumn night with a bright sky full of scudding clouds and moving shadows everywhere, I know I am being watched and weighed. And one of these days, I will be found wanting and I will not come home.
*I am still very, very fond of Plink and I have occasionally sent sis short scenes and stories to share with Danielle, but it never coalesced into what I imagined. And I find it very difficult to reread my earlier attempts at Plink, as they make the brainweasels go crazy. One of these days I will go back (fortified with alcohol, probably) and dissect those first few thousands of words. I may even request the support and love of a very good friend with oodles more talent than I have. :)
**Typically around dinner time.
***The human world and universe are a bit trickier as it's somewhat challenging to accurately and objectively observe and describe something to which the observer and describer belongs. Still, I have faith it can be done.
[Spoiler alert: yeah, that never happened.]
October last year, I cannibalised that document to kickstart a new one (creatively called 'writing things') and I've been slowly adding to it over the last few months. I had no real plan apart from staying away from The Big Fantasy Dream, so I was surprised today to realise that every story idea or backstory detail in this document falls firmly in the 'unsettling' and possibly 'scary' camp. I point you at The Rules for an excellent example of what I'm referring to. And funnily enough, The Rules is actually the first bit of solid backstory idea that does not make me roll my eyes upon rereading a few months later.*
It also still scares the crap out of me, which is not surprising when you consider I wrote it because I am one of these people who cannot have any limb hanging over the side of the bed for more than 30 seconds. The next bit is fuelled by not being able to look out the window at night for fear of what might be on the other side. Another idea that's creeping up from the hindbrain is rooted in not being able to look into a mirror when it's night and I am the only one awake in the house. Yet another finds its wellspring in my not being afraid of being grabbed and raped when I walk home in the dark, but of being grabbed and being eaten by werewolves. (If I ever find the location where that one came from, I may have to wall it up forever.)
So it appears what I'm capable of writing is stuff that scares the absolute shit out of me. It's rather odd to come to this realisation, because I am a well-educated woman and I laugh in the face of superstitions and irrational fears. I do not throw salt over my shoulder. I have broken plenty of mirrors, walked under many a ladder and a black cat crosses my path daily** and yet my life has been quite free of the traditionally required curses. I do not believe my actions or my clothes on match day influence my team's performance. I do not leave milk out for the fair folk or steak tartare for the cow-mutilating aliens. I know none of these things have a place in my day-to-day reality. I adhere to the scientific method. I am convinced the non-human world and universe*** has rules which can be understood and deciphered if we'd just stand still and pay attention for long enough. There are no werewolves or vampires or fair folk or even aliens out there. And souls (if they exist) do not remain on earth as ghosts. If any of these things existed, we would have some reliable evidence of their existence or presence by now.
I know there is no monster under my bed.
Still, some nights I will lie in bed waiting for dawn to break or Alex to wake up and take a shower (whichever one's first) before I get up to go to the bathroom.
As the year dies, I light candles to dispel both the darkness outside and the darkness in my heart and soul. I light candles for the blessed dead and for those whose path is darkened.
Autumn and winter nights can terrify me because of the things lurking in shadows. I can't see them. I know they don't exist. But on a cool autumn night with a bright sky full of scudding clouds and moving shadows everywhere, I know I am being watched and weighed. And one of these days, I will be found wanting and I will not come home.
*I am still very, very fond of Plink and I have occasionally sent sis short scenes and stories to share with Danielle, but it never coalesced into what I imagined. And I find it very difficult to reread my earlier attempts at Plink, as they make the brainweasels go crazy. One of these days I will go back (fortified with alcohol, probably) and dissect those first few thousands of words. I may even request the support and love of a very good friend with oodles more talent than I have. :)
**Typically around dinner time.
***The human world and universe are a bit trickier as it's somewhat challenging to accurately and objectively observe and describe something to which the observer and describer belongs. Still, I have faith it can be done.