“It was a dark and stormy night.”
Today’s story comes from a vision I had when I woke up this morning, of a little girl (a princess, it turns out) navigating a sailboat over the ocean all by her self. Basically, I started with that image and the rest just sort of fell into place, descended from the ether. It’s a pirate story, another one for my eventual book of kid’s stories. The only real difference I find between writing kids stories and not writing with kids in mind, is that I tend to want to end kids stories on a happy note. Perhaps too happy, I don’t know. But when kids are involved, it’s probably better to err on the schmaltzy side rather than confuse them or scare them to death with a big, existential reversal (or something) at the end. At any rate, I guess I’ve been wanting to write about pirates for a while too. Pirates are tricky because how do you write about something that’s been written about a million times before, and better than you could ever do it? Hopefully, though, the story itself has enough quirks to keep it interesting and moving.
Well, it looks like this will be my last installment in these April chronicles. What will I go on to write now, you ask? I really want to finish this childrens story collection. Then I’m going to start on new novel for young adults set in the very distant future, where most of the suns in the galaxy have extinguished, space is thick and sea creatures populate the universe–a boy and his family have been lost in space nearly his whole life–things get shaken up, plots get twisted, and the family’s only hope for survival is to find this mystical creature to guide them to one of the last remaining stars in the galaxy, where the rest of the humans have migrated.
Something like that.
Thanks to all of you who’ve been patient enough to make it through some or most of my story-a-day’s. It’s been fun doing this. At the risk of tooting my own horn, I’m proud to have stuck with this. I’m coming out of this with a couple of good stories I can hang my hat on. Not to mention all that I’ve learned (much of which is probably subconscious). Maybe I’ll do it again someday. Though probably not in the near future.
For now, I’m off to ice down my abused and overworked carpals–and dare I say, I just might take a break from writing tomorrow.