Wriggle
It happens every so often that I just completely lose all control over a story. Sometimes this is a very good thing. I stop getting in my own way and the piece writes itself. Other times, a fairly well formed story goes rogue and I have to slap a slipshod ending on it to keep it from eating any more of my time.
“Winterbreak” was one such story. And it’s winterbreak in the sense of firebreak, not in the sense of school vacation. That keeps bugging me about it, but I haven’t been able to come up with a better title…
And I digress. What I’m trying to say here is that I’m not happy at all with the story. It doesn’t have a definite ending, and it’s a little bit deus ex-y to boot. I had a vision for what I wanted it to be about (childhood dreams aren’t really a lost cause, sometimes the supernatural shows up when you need it and gives your creativity a boot in the butt, awkward romance d’aww,) but it managed to writhe out of my hands and thwart all three of them in the end.
My next project is going to try to be more tightly written.
