I haven’t had much motivation to write lately, but I have a few fiction ideas brewing in my head. I’ve been jotting down notes, starting an outline, but sometimes inspiration hits you in strange places. Like while looking out your bathroom window into the window across the alleyway.
I scribbled this down quickly. None of it is real, obviously, though definitely inspired by the creepiness (The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Night Film, a New York City ghost tour) I’ve surrounded myself with lately. I’m posting it here because, while I have no idea what happens next, I feel like it has some potential. And if I post it somewhere, I’m now accountable. And maybe it won’t end up like countless first pages saved in my notebook or on my laptop, but instead actually gets an ending.
It’s National Novel Writing Month. I’m off to a really slow start, but who knows?