08.18.07
impromptu short fiction
I have returned, physically unscathed if mentally disquieted, from my sojourn in Ireland. I’ve come back with a fair chunk of work done on some fiction I’ve been writing for a long time, which is a Very Good Thing. Of late, my ambition to actually finish a book has been classified somewhere next to my ambition to win the lottery in terms of likelihood. Suddenly it all feels back on track, to some extent.
Unusually, I also ended up writing some short form fiction in Ireland - inspired by a sleepless night in a cottage on the Atlantic fringe of Galway, when rain, wetly slapping tarpaulins, screeching foxes and childhood memories of an abandoned village just up the coast all conspired with my fertile imagination to produce both insomnia, and inspiration, in fairly equal measures.
I have uploaded the results of my labours here for your perusal and, hopefuly, pleasure.
In the cold light of day, I’m fairly happy with this as a story - sufficiently so that I’m pondering sending it to a couple of magazines which publish horror fiction. It’s a pretty traditional ghost story in structure, I guess, and that’s not something I’m familiar with writing. Any comments or feedback would be greatly appreciated, bearing in mind that while praise is always welcome, criticism is always more useful!
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