When it comes down to it, Writing is easy. When you are in the zone, content can flow from your fingers like water, or the beast of inspiration can sit on your back, driving you forward with a story that is desperate to be written. It can be a long process, an epic journey from the first word written to a completed story, full of tears and energy and sometimes nearly insurmountable blocks. But in the end, you do it; you cross the finish line.
This week in Seamus explains it all, expect some short fiction on Monday (more time spent in East Bay. Creepy!), and a Writing Workshop on Thursday. We will be going over types of editing, and some of my own techniques for getting a story into third draft mode. Don’t miss it!
A heavy grey hung over the city. I had no idea where the smog ended and the fog began, just that it was everywhere and clung to everything like a burial shroud. Its omnipresent gloom stifled both sound and light… and something hungry was stalking me in the dark. The wet, clammy footsteps could be heard clearly, even through the endless mist.
I searched the darkened corridor quickly, looking for anything that might be a clue to the mysterious owner. The only light here was from the cloud-filtered moonlight that seeped in through the six-foot-high window at the far end of the hall. The darkness made things difficult, but with the butler downstairs I didn’t want to arouse more suspicion than I had to. It’s not like I was here legally. At least the plush carpet that ran down the center of the hallway deadened the sound of my oxfords on the floor. Continue reading The Gilded Cage