DOOM DOMINATES NANOWRIMO!!!
Stephen King is criminally underrated.
Last Christmas I picked up a book written by Mr King that I must have reread at least a dozen times since. A book called: Needful Things.
Needful Things isn't the smartest thing King has ever written. In terms of pure style it definitely isn't the best thing he's ever written. But something about it always stuck with me. The book is about a shop that opens in a small town, and the shop-keep who offers his new neighbours various brickabrack that brings them levels of joy they previously thought impossible. But ultimately its a book about desire and the way desire can become greed and greed can become jealousy.
It inspired the first story I've written for this week of NaNoWriMo. Allow me to introduce you to:
One Oh One Point FiveNorth London has a thousand things to see. The best football team in the world. The Crystal Maze. An Agony Aunt Wizard named 'D' who runs a Pirate Radio...
'D' Got into this business to help people. But it turns out magic comes with a price and sometimes it comes with a price on your head....
This is a concept I originally made for a horror story podcast I wanted to get done in the lead up to Halloween, but unfortunately real life got in the way and I wasn't able to arrange recording equipment. I love the concept though. You can do a bunch of things with it: Horror, Thriller, Tragedy, Comedy.
I've gone for a mix. I'm not sure how well it will work; and editing it is a bitch. I probably won't be able to upload it this week and I'll focus for the next five days on getting my short stories done.
Truth be told it's a hard one to do. I had most of the script version written, but changing it to a book version involved a near-complete rewrite plus adding in three or four subplots.
I probably won't be able to upload it this week. I'll focus for the next five days on getting my short story ideas done.
And so I figured it was time to ask for help. I had plenty of people to choose from. My brother James for one, Big Kam from Birmingham, my ex-girlfriend Denise from and a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Sorry, I couldn’t keep that shit up. I’m one of those unfortunates, the half-formed creatures formed from discarded clay and second hand clothes. The creatures that are pushed and prodded and carved into an uncanny-valley simulacrum of a human being. People like me don’t have people we can call for help. We’re pushed out of society and left to our own devices. Nobody wants to help us. Nobody cares.
Run and Hide...