I was about nearing the end of this short story when I realized that the story isn't actually about what I though it was about. I think this is probably a pretty common occurrence. Scripts often go through many rewrites, adjusting and molding the story the entire time. Short stories are the same. I have been going back over it and cutting out a lot of cruft. It feels similar to sculpting. cept with words. and mud. always there is mud.
Anyway don't read it, because it's not done but it's over here if you don't follow directions well.
So we were sitting around watching cartoons, like ya do, and I started messing around painting on the ipad. I took a bunch of disjointed ideas and sort of mashed them together. The result was this green and yellow, off kilter, poor anatomy, unplanned sketch.
While I didn't think it was very successful it did make me wonder what a considered version of this same feeling might be. Something where I pay attention to perspective and composition. Where I think about tone and drama. The series that follows is where that process eventually led. enjoy.
Sometimes you have to step back to move forward. I realized partway through writing this story that something was off. something felt flat.
That isn't uncommon. Stories, like most things, are sort of bad until they aren't. Sometimes they even get good. This story wasn't going to reach the lofty heights of 'not bad' unless I went back in a reworked some stuff. So that's exactly what I did.
I'll keep chipping away at it.
Still working away over here. I got to the end of the story and I realized that I really needed some more... something. I'm working at adding that something in. Like always, this story is very much open on the table so I wouldn't suggest reading it unless you want to see how much it changes between now and when I finally call it done. So you probably shouldn't read it yet, but I won't stop you if you want to.