Another week has gone by since my last post and not much had happened in my writing endeavors. I have been focusing on getting the writing prompts together so I could work on my project of another self-published Short Stories book. It is weird to think that Horror Genre is probably my least appealing subject for writing because I never watch horror movies or read horror stories, yet I enjoy creating those types of narratives. I like reading stories from people from different countries and watch videos about people that heard something about a neighbor, or someone they know and they swear the information is real. Twisted in some ways, but real. That’s where my imagination runs wild. I’m a writer after all.
Last week I read on twitter about something that happened in my home country, it was a long thread, it was highly engaging and entertained, I ended up reading it all. In the northwest part of Brazil, there are a lot of those anecdotes that people hear from someone, who told someone and it became like the tale of that small town. Here is what the locals said it happened: a lady went to a funeral, as when she was leaving, she saw a picture of the deceased guy in his tomb, who had died many years before. On the way home, she felt a presence and felt like she was being followed by someone. A few minutes after she got home, she went to the living room and saw the guy from the picture from the cemetery, seating on her couch. She didn’t get scared and they started talking. They feel in love. The rest it’s going to be on my story.
I keep reading it, I wonder if it would be a good horror story or a drama. In the horror, I feel like they would break up and he drives her insane because he doesn’t accept it. If it’s a drama, she would kill herself to be with him for eternity, in a way more dramatic than City of Angels, from 1998. I still have to come up with a complete storyline. I won’t let this one go, or keep it only in my head as I did with the others That story it’s too good to be abandoned. I also come up with other ideas I would like to write:
– The accident: After an accident, everything seems to be normal in the girl’s life, but she can’t see her reflection in the mirror. What could have possibly happened?
– Unexpected Visitor: Working in the night shift alone, the guy sees a face in the cellar staring at the security camera. Who is it and what does that thing want?
I came up with some other ideas, the little book will be about 5 short stories and I want to publish on smahwords.com, where I have the first one published, I’m a self-published author if I dare to say. The booklet is free https://liveoutloudtoo.com/e-book/ . I will try to make a post on how to self-publish soon.
This past week also, as I started the preparations to film for my husband’s chiropractic channel I also watched a video on SkilShare about writing and filming content for the web. It was a little bit overwhelming because I think this is most likely for the tik tok generation, and I’m an older millennial. I can’t seem to wrap my head around so much exposition of someone’s life. It’s too much! Post it, like it, hashtag it, watch that viral video in a loop, share it. Go back for the comments. Answer the comments. It’s exhausting. The instructor was fun and engaging, but the content of the videos was what drove me crazy. I watched it all and got my little badge of achievement, but it got me thinking about how far people would go to get some online presence.
My only online presence is boosted on Sundays, where I’m frenetically live tweeting with the 90-day fiancée show.
The instructor talked about how to create meaningful content write a list, trash it, write another list until you get to the quirkiest situations to talk about. Like planes for example, what would be the weirdest thing or the most irritating remarks you could write about this type of travel? The food, the flight attendants, the screaming child, people who sleep on you without warning and so on. Or camping. We all have a crazy story about camping. Mine is: I set up everything, got super bored and left.
I finally got some silence in my house. I’m going to write my stories now! See you next week!
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J. Snelly
