Being a House

I'm writing a story for the ghost anthology. And I was going to do somewhere in the UK, but then a realized I would (once again), have to make obscure references to things people may not have heard of.

So I chickened out and wrote about a place in St Louis. And I gave it to some people to read, and they thought it was good, but ordinary. We moved on, and were talking about someone else's story, and odd POV. I had one of those 'on the verge of a realization' moments.

It took about a day before I got to thinking that I could probably shift the POV of the story, to that of the house. Which blows existing tension out of the water, but means I can put it somewhere else.

I started writing it. Turns out haunted houses are Borg-like entities. Now I have to think about how the system works.

Why does fiction always come down to system? I'm having much the same problem with The Road to Hell.

Perhaps I should become a power gamer for a while...

NB

You have to be word-shaped to resemble remarks. You may, however, resent them.

Now it is said, I can go on with my day.

It's been a long time...

So I'm starting with saying sorry. Sorry I haven't posted/logged into Yahoo IM/written you a letter/called you/responded to pigeon post (even with the original pigeon). I could give excuses, but instead I will try and catch up.

I'm still here. Still running Clayton Farmers Market, still working for CLB (exciting new marketing scheme of my devising currently being implemented), still teaching, still writing, still gaming. I'm also now working for Brilliant Antiques (I know, I know - fixing the website is on the job description). I've also been asked to take on the new Wildwood Farmers Market. Last year six jobs was to many jobs, I keep repeating this to myself.

Teabringer's relatives left on Monday (this is an appeal to the Scottish contingent to let me know they are home...I'll try to remember to return the pigeon, or the e-mail, which would be quicker). We had a great time, including an unexpectedly fantastic trip to the aircraft museum. It comes highly recommended. We also went to the Lemp mansion, which is going to provide perfect fodder for the ghost story I'm in the midst of considering. It finally found a structure today. Writing is scheduled for tomorrow and Friday, if other things don't come up.

Mostly, however, posting today was inspired by this lovely lady's thought, in the same vein as Post Secret, but more localized. She has a wider readership than me, so I figure anonymity is more guaranteed, but I can't help but wonder how much speculation amongst acquaintances it's going to create. It looks as though one person may be getting help from it though, so the good done deserves a great deal of praise. Thought provoking idea. To post or not to post, that is the question.

Which reminds me, if you haven't been to Shakespeare in the park, go. You don't have long. It's awesome.

Maybe something less scattered next time.