The drive to The Undisclosed Location wasn’t without its moments. Not only because everyone seemed to drive as if they were possessed by the spirits of old people from Arizona who were frightened to death by some non-white person they thought was coming to do them harm, but because I was able to think things out for a story.
No, not those stories: another story.
I had time to think. I had time because to not think would have done a lot to put me in a bad mood, and I didn’t want to be in a bad mood as I rolled into town. The last thing I want to do is show up at my apartment at 8:30 PM, knowing I have things to do, but to do it all feeling like I should just take a two-pound mallet to my skull, so . . . story time thinking!
I revisited some territory I’d seem before–namely, my character Jeannette, from Her Demonic Majesty. I’d like her to continue, to carry on, to have many adventure that I can write–and lay around for people to read. It seems like I do that with most of my characters: I seek out additional trouble for them to get into.
Jeannette is no different. After diving back into the final edit of Demonic, I’ve found myself liking Jeannette a whole lot more. She’s a great character, and I need to have her grow. So I thought about her yesterday, while I was on the road–
There was a story I once talked about, taking a couple of character close to my heart, and pulling them into Jeannette’s world. I decided to forget about that particular story, but yesterday I was wondering–what if only one of the characters showed up on Jeannette’s doorstep, and she knew this was wrong, because she knew there should be two, not one.
With that, I was off.
Yes, I had a story there. I won’t say it’s a great story, or even a good one, but there’s a story there. It’s all in the telling, as they say, and not by just throwing words out there for people to consume. By the time I made it to my apartment, I had my cast of characters, I had schools, I had events. I knew how I wanted things to go. There was just one point near the end that was, shall we say, a bit sticky? Yeah, sticky. I’ll leave it at that and say I’ll need to think about what comes after, because I know it involves something that is likely to pop up in another story.
But, wait! There’s more!
See, as I headed into work today, something else came to mind. A line, spoken by Jeannette, as she was sitting in a restaurant:
“This place has always bugged me. It’s full of people acting big time, and not having the faintest fucking clue what that means. They’ve tried their damnedest to cover up their hick bullshit with a thin veneer of culture, but it’s a total fail. What we got here is nothing more than Deliverance, without the mountains.”
I know where this story goes, but that was the line running about my imagination as I headed towards where I park ever morning before work. It’s a good line–
It could end up being an even better story.