It’s annoying when a story just leaps up and grabs me by the throat. Oh, it’s great, too, because that feeling that a story is ready to be told is like no other. It’s just that it tends to happen on its own mysterious schedule, without any regard for whether I really have the time for it right now. And I don’t. I really don’t. But the story doesn’t care, as long as I attend to its needs.
So, if you look up at the menu bar and dip into WIPs, you’ll find a good solid beginning to a story that’s ignoring what I’d planned for it and has taken off in a completely unexpected direction. Short story. Slavery. Dystopia. Of course.
Dominus. Damn trouble maker!