In the end, it was six short stories I worked on over the last week/fortnight, and which I’ve now sent to my friendly editor, Nik.
One longish tale of the gothic, that I hope to have available on Amazon this month.
Four shorter tales that are clearly born out of my own deep-seated claustrophobia and which I hope to have out in the autumn.
Plus, one other gruesome little number that I need for other purposes.
It’s been interesting to go over some of my older writing and see the things I like and dislike about it.
On the like front, I am definitely proud of my scary moments. Perhaps it says something about my psyche, the tumult of my mind, but I have always had a talent for those passages that set out to really twist and squeeze a reader’s nerves.
While on the dislike front, probably like a lot of writers if I can’t get straight to the key emotion of a passage, I do tend to over-write it. As a result, some of going through these stories now was very much a red pen exercise, paring down and finding the core before building back up again.
But they’re done now, and speaking of red pen I’m sure they’ll come back with plenty of markings which I’ll have to ponder the next few weeks.
Right now though, a weekend to Wales beckons. And I’m telling myself I should turn it into a creative opportunity.
I should do what I’ve never done before and write a Welsh set horror story.
Obviously, I have a lot on my plate with stories to complete, a novel to finish and a novella to write all by the end of 2017, but if I can find a good idea then I will definitely go for it.
My eyes will be peeled this weekend for inspiration.