This is a writing blog, so I should probably talk about what I’m writing. Back in late October of 2015 around two months after my mother passed, I started writing a story. I wrote it for a challenge in the community I was in. It was the first time a story grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. Where I felt it controlled me more than I controlled it. Around seventy-thousand words flowed out, flowed might be an overstatement. But it wasn’t hard to write what I then thought was a ridiculous amount of words.
I’ve always been proud of that story but I also always felt it was unpolished and unfinished. That it could be something more.
So I’ve started rewriting it.
For now, I don’t have a title, let’s call it “Kodiak.”
It’s a basic plot, I like basic. I’m a lot more character driven than I’m story driven. That’s why I prefer tv-shows over movies. I like diving deep into people. If you have a long, complicated plot, that will take up most of the space and attention. If you have a simple plot, you have room for character development.
You have space to experience and examine them and turn them into people. That’s what I love to do. I love writing stories that at first look seems simplistic and cliché, but then you peel. Taking off layer after layer and that simple, cliché character you started out with ends up being a person.
That’s what I’m hoping to do with “Kodiak.” I want to find the people behind the characters.
I’m about halfway through my first draft of this rewrite. I’m not sure what to do with it once it’s finished. That’s a decision for another day. For now, a good start might be to work up the courage to tell people this place exists.
Yeah, I’ll have to work on that.