Now that Vault of Story is rolling along, I find it to be a good outlet. Composing short pieces has provided a nice break from the seemingly perpetual slog of editing the novel. It has given me unexpected pause, too.
The other day, poring over the handful of DVDs I own, my gal said something interesting. She commented that most of the movies were dark and heavy. This was not a quality I'd noticed, but I couldn't disagree: they tend toward the dark end of the spectrum. Grosse Point Blank might be there (best romantic comedy ever), but most of what you'll find are zombies and post-apocalypses.
Things that make you go "Hmm..."
How does this connect to my writing blog, you may well ask? Reviewing the content on Vault of Story thus far, I wonder if it isn't dissimilar from my DVDs, dark and morbid. Writing, so they say, is a process of discovery. Folks would not describe me as a morbid character. I'm gregarious to a fault, a goofy raconteur. Who's this creep oozing out of the ink?
Hmm, hmm, and double-hmm.
When I was younger, my creative output was mostly silly comic books. Maybe I got depressed and swung the other way, like an axe swing. Either that or I'm about to become very depressed now, seeing as I'm such a one-note wonder. Time will tell.