June 12, 2014 by musehick
This week has been more of a prose week than a poetry week – my story A Reality Engineer kind of came alive and took on a life of it’s own. The villain of the piece emerged pretty organically too, and so have the complications with the good guys, making the coming twist kind of an exciting thing to approach. Sometimes stories take their sweet time to emerge and sometimes they just charge at you and won’t relent until you have written them … A Reality Engineer has been like that.
My poetry is in a transitional phase at the moment it seems – struggling to be something brighter. I don’t know how permanent that will be, but it is interesting to see how the inspiration fuels me at the moment.
I am reading Christine by Stephen King, and I am rediscovering with each book I delve into how much I enjoy him as a writer, or perhaps I should say storyteller. My falling out with King started with Wizard & Glass where the wheel came off the wagon of the Dark Tower Series for me; struggled through Wolves Of Calla‘s Magnificent Seven reframing, although the writing seemed a return to form; and wobbled through the last two books of the series, which had great parts and parts that I found frustrating, to an ending that seemed somehow more full of horror than any other straight horror story he had ever written. And then Salem’s Lot sunk it’s teeth into me and I got the itch to read all those books I’d pushed aside. Christine was a stopped and started, never-finished school library book, but now? I think it is ranking up there. IT still reigns supreme though. Still, I may be on a King kick until I am caught up.