As I push forward with my current project, one question I’m asking is “What promises are being made?”
The first chapter explores the main character’s everyday life, which is one of constant threats and daily struggles to survive, and where she has to stay focused and vigilant because danger lurks.
I need to ensure I maintain the mood even as I show she has built a decent life for herself regardless of the threats she continuously faces. It’s a challenge to keep the good and bad aspects of her life balanced so the despair she experiences is not lost.
Then, that decent life is disrupted causing the future to look ever more difficult.
This draft of the story is well into the second act. I’m adding more world building to what’s written as my mind minions keep adding details about future events. My outline covers the entire story, but those pesky mind minions keep adding to it. Moreover, I discover details as I write necessitating going back to set up the needed context to support them. This story is challenging, but I feel good about it.
I invented a transdimensional door. I opened it. A red and green and silver and gold Christmas dragon wearing a Santa hat fell through. He was angry because taking him from his Earth was ruining Christmas.
His Santa Ring’s distress signal summoned more Santas from the Santa-Verse, Santas of every type and species. Chaos ensued. I was sure I would be crushed.
Our Santa brought order by returning the others to their Earths.
He told me to stop making transdimensional doors.
I think, instead of a door, I’ll make a window.
I have a tradition of writing a 100-word Christmas story for the Advent Ghosts Flash Fiction Challenge run by Loren Eaton of the I Saw Lightning Fall blog.
There are people I admire and want to be just like. Their sex, gender, race, creed, heritage, national origins, or any other classification are superfluous and irrelevant. What I’m talking about when I say I want to be just like them is based on their character.