Oh crap.
I started writing a story around six months ago. A completely fresh one, that started out as just something to pass a few hours of boredom, that went and grew into a great big yarn that I was actually enjoying writing.
And I’ve almost finished it already. Yep, the end is in sight. I know what I need to write and it won’t be long before I’m sat with a complete, fleshed out and readable story in front of me. I sat for two hours today and meticulously planned out the ending. There’s a helicopter and an explosion. You can’t have an ending without those critical elements.
Okay, It’s going to take longer than a week or so to write up, then I need to either learn to draw or find someone else who’ll do it, but I’m nearly there. Nearly.
I’m only posting this up here because I’m excited about it and want to document this feeling. I’ve never finished anything before. Not even close. I’ve got 100+ pages of an epic zombie story sat in my drafts folder that I’ll probably never finish, aswell as 70% of a story that I realised was far to depressing to carry on with. They’re not unfinished because I don’t think they’re good, I just don’t know if anyone else would think they’re good. My newest one is about a Superhero, which is something everyone loves. So it’s target audience is everyone, as opposed to a reduced-number of zombie-nerds with an affinity for classic movie cliches and references. If you’re part of everyone (as everyone is) then it’s aimed at you. Unless you’re a cunt. I’m not writing for cunts. It’s a stupid, quirky, weird yarn about the trials and tribulations of a not-especially-interested Superhero. He only has one nemesis that he knows of, and his only goal in life is to rescue The Girl. He’s set in his ways, and relies on familiarity to get by. The story takes a turn for the worse when someone starts to fuck with the dynamic. And yadda yadda yadda.
It’s never going to find a publisher and I’m not kidding myself into thinking it ever will, but I’ll post it up here when it’s done (probably in installments) and I hope people will read it. I’m also going to print it through Café Press if I can get my head around how that works, just so I can have a copy all nicely printed up for myself. I’ll send it off to some smaller publishers, though, in the hope one of them goes “Meh, s’not awful” and goes with it.
I really want nothing more than my name on the spine of a book I wrote; published and printed for the public to buy if they so wished. That would make me very, very happy.
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