For two days I have wrestled with a story from the song prompt “Lightning Crashes”. I don’t want to wimp out in my writing when confronting that which is raw and primal. Nor do I want to go down the path of describing a scene of evil, which is the image my mind keeps presenting.
I have told my brain, “No. Find something else.”
So I sit here, figuratively with pen in hand, with nothing to write.
Thought I’d share a noir/ science fiction/ flash-, sudden-, micro-fiction creation of 33 words that I jotted a few days ago after listening to a trends analyst speak. His projections took my mind in a dark direction regarding our future as a species. No pretty picture here.
The Sins of the Father
by F. Moore (c) 2012
Father works secretly on his biological weapon. The plan goes awry. He doesn’t consider the unintended consequences; the creation’s malevolence is greater than supposed. The creation consumes Father’s family, then stalks the world.
A couple of days ago, I saw the movie. (I’m only three weeks later than everyone else.) It tapped into my mortification and my sinister. Mortification doesn’t write, but Sinister does. Time to get back to writing about the bad guy in my novel, now that I am inspired.
Ahhhh.
Message to Riatarded of “The Uninspired Chronicles”: Go to the movies to trigger creative thoughts. Pick something that your brain can associate with the part of the plot giving you trouble. I was dragging my feet surrounding the mind and action of my villain. Seeing The Hunger Games touched my psyche with samples of all kinds of evil. My brain made the connection. Now it’s off to the races for fingers galloping across the keyboard.
Fay Moore: I Want To Be a Writer 