Alright, I just wrote my latest short story…Not sure what to call it. The Devils Hands, maybe.
I love the story, I think its my best one in months, but my problem is the style I’ve written it with. Dammit, it feels like I was too self-concious in writing it. From experience, I’ve noticed that the worst thing I can do with my stories is force it out, worry too much about whats been said and whats not said…worried about the technicalities of it. Worried about my own abilities in making it awesome. All that worry translates into a deliberately written, just kind of plain BORING story, no matter how good the original idea may be.
When I just let go and let the most crazy shit just come out without holding back with dumbass self-doubt or feelings of inadequacy in expression..thats when the most incredible things come out. Or maybe this is just a paranoid lack of self-confidence that’s talking. I need to take a break, go back and read it again with a clear head and see if it really feels forced.
Its about a guy that’s obsessed with finding immortality…and he finds it at a terrible cost to hundreds of people that he knows....and Zombies get involved at some point. haha
Anyway, adios :)
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