My writing recently seems lately to take a dark turn more often than not. I hope readers will find it entertaining, but will perhaps need their own road map to get back from some of the more difficult places I'm driving through or to. (Through which I'm driving. Bah.)
I have plenty of cheerful life-affirming things going on in my life . . . but as Tolstoy wrote in Anna Karenina, "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." By this I mean that all happy stories are alike . . . and not often very interesting.
I find that I do not generally have the capacity for long works of fiction. I did write a novella when I lived on Noyo Court; It's not book lengthy but is the longest work of fiction I have produced. I would like to find it to share here. First things first; I'm working to organize this website so that the good stuff is not buried three layers down in the Archives section.
I have certain ideas that WANT to be told, stories that come to me with intensity and realism. They are like crazy people (nuts) escaping from the asylum (nut house) and they deeply desire to be seen and heard. The character Alex, from No Way Out is like that. I had a vision of how he looked and his whole back story was just there. I knew this man like a boy I watched grow up.
I think of what I write as "vignettes." I hope the reader will be taken to a different place and dragged around against their will, always wanting to read the next word, the next sentence, the next paragraph until "boom." It's over. You're dumped back on a sandy beach with waves lapping up against your ankles.