Gypsy Hack
12-11-2006, 06:24
Subtitled: Rediscovering a Drop of the Magic
Well, I was beginning to worry that some of you thought I spend all my time criticising and none of it writing :D
Here's the thing... I've said a couple of times that I'm working exclusively on my novel, and until that's done I'll not submit anything new on here. I don't want to submit any of my older stuff, as although it has sentimental value to me, I think I'm a much better writer for struggling through 100,000 words of my novel. That still rings true...kinda.
However, I came home tonight from S**tmill at about two o'clock, rather wasted, absolutely buzzing with the urge to write but sensible enough to accept I was in no state to work on my main project. And sometimes, I get a thought and can't get it out of my mind. I was replaying this story involving friends of mine over and over in my thoughts, and I thought sod it, it happened at Christmas, I can put it in. So I wrote it tonight, having decided that was a better idea than calling my folks in Australia and annoying them with my inebriated babble.
It's not a Christmas story in the 'traditional' sense, but then Christmas doesn't mean much to me anymore, not being a kid and not having kids in my house. It's dramatised, and I've applied an amount of artistic license with some of the facts, but the core of it is true. Names have not been changed, since no-one is innocent. This is the first time I've ever released a story after one draft, and pretty much the only time I've written in present tense (far too trendy, but it seemed right for this story). It's probably painfully lit-ry at the start, but I get very pretentious when I'm drunk :)
This is part one. There will either be one or two parts to come, depending on how it pans out.
The aiding & abetting of a bag snatcher at Christmas. (http://sheffieldwriters.ath.cx/SFStoryArchive/1163316244.doc)
Well, I was beginning to worry that some of you thought I spend all my time criticising and none of it writing :D
Here's the thing... I've said a couple of times that I'm working exclusively on my novel, and until that's done I'll not submit anything new on here. I don't want to submit any of my older stuff, as although it has sentimental value to me, I think I'm a much better writer for struggling through 100,000 words of my novel. That still rings true...kinda.
However, I came home tonight from S**tmill at about two o'clock, rather wasted, absolutely buzzing with the urge to write but sensible enough to accept I was in no state to work on my main project. And sometimes, I get a thought and can't get it out of my mind. I was replaying this story involving friends of mine over and over in my thoughts, and I thought sod it, it happened at Christmas, I can put it in. So I wrote it tonight, having decided that was a better idea than calling my folks in Australia and annoying them with my inebriated babble.
It's not a Christmas story in the 'traditional' sense, but then Christmas doesn't mean much to me anymore, not being a kid and not having kids in my house. It's dramatised, and I've applied an amount of artistic license with some of the facts, but the core of it is true. Names have not been changed, since no-one is innocent. This is the first time I've ever released a story after one draft, and pretty much the only time I've written in present tense (far too trendy, but it seemed right for this story). It's probably painfully lit-ry at the start, but I get very pretentious when I'm drunk :)
This is part one. There will either be one or two parts to come, depending on how it pans out.
The aiding & abetting of a bag snatcher at Christmas. (http://sheffieldwriters.ath.cx/SFStoryArchive/1163316244.doc)