I sat down to write a nice, scary, fall type story. I ended up writing something that certainly does not take itself seriously. I must need more pumpkin spice latte in my life. Seriously.
The story "Under the Bed" (over on my Imaginations and stories page) was in part based on how I actually woke my four year old up the other day. She really was sleeping with her lower half under the bed. I was also really using a flashlight, but that was more to not wake the others.
I meant to take it in a scarier direction. You know, big scary monster steals little girl? I guess I really have no control over what comes out of my head. I am working on that, though.
If you have a moment, I would love to know what you think. I have many short stories rolling around and I would like to improve as a writer. So what can I work on improving? What do you like or want to see more of?
Talk to me!!
Edit: If you were unfortunate enough to check out this story when it was first posted, you will have noted that there were many errors in it. Many, many errors. To be honest, I didn't love the story. I didn't want to read it again, I just wanted it gone. So what better action to take than to hastily post it for the world to see?
Anyway, I almost deleted the whole thing, until I got some great advice from one of my favorite people (my mom) and I have decided that what I really hated was the ending. I rushed it because I didn't know what else to do. So the currently posted version has now been spliced, and left with a bit of a cliff hanger. I have big plans for what lies under that bed. I only think I know what will become of little Rosa, and the plot at this point. I will be allowing that to go where it will. If you read the first ending, you may think you know exactly what is happening. You may even be right. We'll see.
Stay tuned, I plan on finishing this one within the next couple of days.
What, it's only September?
I can feel the chill in the air and smell the dying leaves
I love Halloween because it allows us all to wear a mask. We can let our darker side out for a whole month (or more) or we can choose to be fairy princesses and eat lots of candy.
I used to work in a haunted house, until my kids took up all of my time. I have to say that nothing- I mean it- NOTHING can relieve stress like screaming into a stranger's face and watching them jump or run in terror.
This post isn't a real post, except for to gloat that I have my whole boxes of FrankenBerry and Count Chocula cereals ready to go. I have a long list of scary movies to watch, and I have my haunted house plans set.
Also, more scary stories will be coming soon.
Picture Courtesy of Candy Drop Photography. Model and MUA, ShellBella
Here I go trying to start a blog. Again. I am one of those people who starts a million things and has trouble finishing or keeping up with them. I get bored.
There are a couple of things that have stuck with me though. I love writing (and reading, of course.) I love to create special effects on faces with make up. I love to dance and sing.
So what we have here is a semi-artistic wannabe who just struggles to balance the job she needs with the hobbies she loves.
Wish me luck.
Oh, and by the way---Here's a baby with a mustache