Sunday, March 19, 2006
There I was minding my own bizness, just sitting, listening to some strangers talk. Then out of nowhere... an idea for a story popped into my head. Just like that. The story wasn't sparked by anything as far as I can tell. It just appeared. At first, I dimissed it, thinking: I have waaaaay too many unfinished stories in my computer already. I didn't need another one. But the story wouldn't go away. It kept coming and coming. The less I tried to think about it, the more it persisited. It was followed by voices ("Did you see the news?" "Yes, I'm on it."), then images popped into my head (a crowd of people, a sniper), then names floated by (Blake, Gloria), themes inundated me (it's about sacrifice, no, it's about greed). I was overwhelmed, inundated. Finally, I caved in and started outlining the story, hoping to satisfy the rush of demons in my head. At this time, the story is called "Martyrs, Inc."