I see I haven’t posted in this blog in, well, almost a year. Of course, the reason is always the same — I’ve been busy. Busy writing, basically, and here is the result of some of that writing: nine new stories that I really loved writing. I myself am incapable of determining how good they are, not after writing them and then reading and re-reading them for what feels like a hundred times. These stories have been in the works for more than a year, not because I planned it but because that’s how the ideas came — I admit I wait for them to come to me, I don’t sit down purposefully, telling myself “Let’s think up an idea for a short story.” I don’t know why. It just doesn’t work for me.
What I did do this time, however, was (accidentally) discover that there are common points among some of the stories. There were elements — which I hadn’t noticed at first — that just begged to be connected like the dots they were. So, I connected them and the result is that around half of the stories are more or less pieces of a larger story (in case you were wondering what’s with the pieces on the cover, that’s what).
I have to admit I was tempted more than once to throw away the little stories and just tell the bigger story. I resisted the temptation but I suspect that’s temporary and the bigger story will come to life some day, perhaps sooner rather than later. The reason is simple — I really, really want to know what happened, how it happened and who else — besides the characters I already know — was involved.
I’ve always loved Stephen King’s answer to “Why do you write?” Because he wants to see what happens, he says. It’s for the same reason I write although I would never compare myself to King, of course. I want to know what happens and the best thing about writing this way is that what happens usually surprises me. That moment when the ending appears in my mind, often accompanied by fireworks, is truly priceless.
So, here are the nine stories. We’ve got what could be zombies but perhaps just sick people; we’ve got a birthday party; a nightmare that you wouldn’t want to have; and one random bullet come out of nowhere along with a few other things, beings, and, well, situations. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to share your constructive criticism in the comments section because I’ll be pinning this post for this precise purpose.