This is just a quick message to say that I have actually come up with an idea for a Christmas story that not only includes a beginning, but also an ending, too! I've made a good start on writing the first thousand words so far, and I'm confident that I can both finish and polish it before the submission deadline on December 18th. Woo-hoo! I'm back at the keyboard, and it feels good!
Well, I found my copy of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, but that's the only positive thing that I can report so far. I have been racking my poor brain cells (all two of them) for some idea for a Christmas story, but although I have come up with some introductory situations, I cannot seem to go any farther than that. It's my old weakness again -- I just can't come up with a good resolution -- or indeed any resolution, good or bad -- for the situations in which I want to put my heroine.
What happened to the days in which I used to toss out fanfic after fanfic, always thinking of something new to write?
I see that LDS Publisher has started a new Christmas Story Contest. Click on the button in my sidebar for details. Will I write a story and submit it? I'm not certain. I like writing, and I especially like the challenge of trying to squeeze my story ideas into a certain amount of words, but I don't really like Christmas anymore. I could go into reasons, but who really cares? Suffice it to say, the whole idea leaves me feeling distinctly ... meh. I'm neither looking forward to it, nor can I even rustle up a real, heartfelt "Bah! Humbug!" Can you write about the magic of a season without feeling the magic yourself? Maybe I should find out. Maybe I should grab that magic by the scruff of its scrawny neck and force it to shower me with its power. Yeah.
Funny that the only Christmas story I can really think of at the moment is Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Maybe I should go for a modern retelling of this old classic, although I don't think the part of cutting off the knight's head would be considered "family friendly," even if there is no blood, and the knight picks it up again and walks out with it tucked under his arm, so to speak. I think that's how it goes, anyway. I can't seem to find my copy of the book, and I am starting to get alarmed. Where could it be? I just read it recently ... or was that two years ago? Oh, dear, oh, dear, I'm not only losing my books, I'm also losing my -- um, what were we talking about again?
This blog on hold while I search for my brain and my book, in no particular order.
I've written fanfic under the name Zelofheda, and some original fic under my real name.