Hello Interwebs, it’s been a while.
I’m going to do something different. I’m going to tell you about something I’ve been working on in an attempt to get myself to work on it more frequently.
First, back it up. I wrote a short story for my niece, and with the help of a brilliant artist friend, it’s now been illustrated. We’re going to get it published through a local printing press and perhaps you’ll find it in a local bookstore. It’s called Alyssa and the Elephant, but I’ll give you a better update on that when I have it.
Ok back to now. Let me tell you a story about a story.
Ever since I was a shorter slightly more annoying and younger version of myself, I’ve been convinced that some kind of monster lives in the woods. Not necessarily scary ones, or mean ones, but definitely something, or someone.
My family would always go adventuring around Michigan in the summer. This further cemented my ideology that monsters definitely live in Michigan somewhere. Especially in the U.P. Have you been there? You should go. It amazes me how many people live in Michigan but have never been to the Upper Peninsula.
There are towns in the UP that have just sat there empty since the logging industry has somewhat slowed down. To me though, what if the people just left? What if something was up there they just didnt understand, and that’s why the left. Or maybe it’s haunted. Probably haunted.
About six years ago I came up with a concept plot of a few monsters living in secret in the Upper Peninsula. It was mostly a love story, and a town full of secrets. But, as with many plot lines I’ve come up with, it wasn’t time yet. My brain had not been through what it needed to go through in order to tell this story. I didn’t know then how much I would need those characters in the future.
Let’s do a time warp again. To a year or so ago. Maybe two years. I was battling depression and anxiety. Every day was me getting up, putting on armor that didn’t work, and attempt to play a human being. And a character I knew from before, her name is Phoenix, reawakened in my head.
I hadn’t realized to write a darker story, I needed to be in a darker place. It has a much different tone than another piece I’ve been working on. Instead of seeing a character grow into a warrior, we have a warrior who is tired, and ready to live the quiet life. But the quiet life comes at a price.
In short, I’ve begun writing a story about a town in the U.P. that’s full of monsters wishing for the quiet life. The town is safe enough for them to live openly, and they come there for refuge. Founded by the protagonist’s aunt, it has it’s own government and standard of living for it’s residents. It’s centered around Phoenix and her family; herself, her two adopted children, her aunt, and occasionally her sister.
Developing the mythology behind this story is taking a lot of time and a long time. Deciding which monsters to involve and which ones not to. There are a lot of things to think about. Especially whether or not it sells (Is it believable).
Is this something you might be interested in reading? If not, then don’t read it. If you do, well great, I’ll keep writing it. I mean, I’m going to write more about it regardless of what you think because I owe it to Phoenix to write the end of her story.
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. Hopefully I’ll have something more for you to read soon. Oh writing, so much thinking. So many potential plot lines. So many characters whose fate lies in your hands.
Peace, Love, Ink stains,