In an effort to kick-start a more regular pattern of writing, I recently picked up a short but incomplete piece of fiction with the thought of finishing it up. The story was nothing more than a scene of conflict between two life-long friends as they discovered themselves on different sides of a clash between humans and vampires. It was not intended to be anything more than a brief piece written for my own entertainment.
As occasionally happens, the story has plans for itself that I did not foresee and the characters have taken on a life of their own. The single scene has turned into a nearly novel-length plot that is presently threatening to be book one in a series. From two characters have sprung two armies, complete with internally feuding families. While I’m thrilled to my toes that writing is currently not just a regular habit, but an outright addiction, this was not the story I had intended to tell. Still, the story demands to be written and who am I to question my (slightly deranged) muse?
Check back next week. By then, I may have my brain back again from the vampires.