Getting a Little Spark Going
Maybe I write horror now?
Here’s the set up you need.
I always wanted to be a writer. When I was a kid, that meant fiction books, not that I really called it that. I wanted to make up and tell stories. Then, like every angsty teen in the 90s, I started writing poetry. I think for a minute I even thought I could be a poet.
But, you know, life settles in. I found blogging, then essays. Then I wrote the memoir. About a decade ago, I got an idea for the thing I dubbed The Fiction Project. It has a working title, but I’m not ready to share it yet. I’ve pulled it out a bunch of times over the years, though I never really figured it all out. I had a premise without a climax, and that doesn’t really work.
I thought maybe it would make a cool movie or limited series, maybe a comic or graphic novel. The premise would work so well with visuals.
Then I did what I do: I told myself I don’t know how to write fiction or a movie or a limited series or a comic or a graphic novel, so I put TFP (as the file folder is labeled) on the shelf and life just kept going.

Here’s what happened recently.
Last week, my husband’s company launched their first comic title. (If you like horror and sci-fi, you should check out Panick Entertainment. The first three comics are SO good.)
At dinner the other night with one of his colleagues, we were talking stories and writing, and I said something like I wished I could write horror. The response I got was, “Why can’t you?”
I said, “Because I don’t know how,” and even as the words were leaving my mouth, I knew how silly they were.
I didn’t know how to write children’s books, but I have a couple volumes of The Adventures of Harry the Hamster I wrote when I was in grammar school.
I didn’t know how to blog, but I read blogs and learned.
I read about how to write essays and memoirs, and I write tthose too.
So why can’t I consume more comics and graphic novels and content about how to write them and then do it? Why can’t I study up on writing horror?
The Fiction Project was originally going to be a coming-of-age sci-fi novel, but it never felt right.
And this morning, for the first time in probably 18 months, I picked up TFP and outlined a pretty decent story arc.
I don’t know what exactly is going to happen with this (or anything in my life right now, if I’m being honest), but I feel excited about writing in a way that I haven’t for a very long time.
It’s a nice feeling. More to come on this development, or at least I assume there will be. I’m going to start carving out some time to work on this instead of ignoring it for another decade.
Here’s a random life update.
Today is the one year anniversary of getting laid off. What a fun day to celebrate! I’m kidding. Being unemployed, or at least not having a full-time job, for the last year has been interesting. It’s been challenging in a lot of ways, but it’s also been exciting. I’ve been feeling like i’m preparing for a seismic shift for months, and I can’t quite tell what’s going to happen.
A week from tomorrow, my kid moves into the dorm. Parenting an adult-child is a weird thing, and being eight days out from said child leaving home is a very interesting feeling. There’s excitement, for sure, on their part and mine, though for different reasons. And there’s the anxiety that goes along with huge life changes. Of course, I have to mention that I am also incredibly sad because I’m going to miss them terribly.
Life is weird. I don’t know what’s next. I’m not sure I’d feel any more certain about the future even if I did.
Here’s the thank you paragraph.
Huge thanks to all who read, comment, like, share, subscribe, and support. You all make me feel special and cared for, and I really appreciate that.


