Ah, yes. I didn’t expect it, but then, I never do. Yesterday, when I said ‘work’, I meant household stuff. Picking up the house. Didn’t get much of that done, tho. Why? Because some other part of me heard ‘work’ and as soon as I sat down at my computer I began typing. That went on until I had to help with dinner.
The comedy I outlined months ago is starting to come out. Or some version of it. Certainly won’t say my first draft is the final draft. My bro came out, asked what I was doing. I told him the synopsis of the piece, some of the jokes I knew I wanted to include. He was laughing his ass off. I want to get a good draft ready, then maybe ask select people from the theatre group to work it with me. People I trust. People who aren’t assholes. People who aren’t D. Get the story in, the main jokes in, and let the group mould the rest. THAT’s the one you can comment on, people. THAT’s the one you can bring up alternate scenes or dialogue for. NOT my horror.
Feels good to be writing for me, even if the chances are high I’ll end up tossing whatever I write because I’ll rewrite it better later on.
Also doing some research on a new horror idea. I won’t say much about it here, other than yes, I’m basing it in fact once again. My online searches for the unexplained yielded a great nugget and as far as I’ve been able to find, no one has tackled this subject from this point of view. I’m excited about it, and very cautious. Because my bro and I think we’ve picked up a poltergeist.
For the past several days, there’s been an extremely loud door creak going on late at night. It only happens between midnight and 3 a.m. My ears are as good as they get, and I thought it was my brother’s bedroom door – that’s how loud it is. But it isn’t. I mentioned it to my bro, who’s marked it and heard it as well. We can’t figure it out. If it’s downstairs, wouldn’t they open and close that door more often than just midnight to 3 a.m.? Annoyingly, it really sounds like it’s coming from our flat. Wakes me up every time. My brother wonders if a poltergeist got a bit offended at all my jokes about Ghost Adventures. Do not know. All I do know is it’s strange. Very strange.
Ah, fucking around with the unexplained can really get you into a mess…
This new story I’m researching… It has the potential to bring in a lot more than just an annoyed poltergeist that thinks I should be a bit nicer about Zak and the gang in Ghost Adventures. A LOT more. I’m being very careful, gathering my research but not making any judgements about what I find.
And why write a story I think may fuck me up in real life? Why write something that has the capability to twist my own reality into a nightmare?
Can’t really answer that one, except to say because I must. I see it, I must write it. Or the thought of that unfinished story drives me insane.
There is snow outside. SNOW. Not much, but enough to cover the ground. Everything is white.
Have to shower today. Do my homework for tomorrow. Hope I can get back to my comedy. Keep writing that. It’s a good thing to keep me busy while I cook up another scare storm.
Had a wonderful meal last night: pork roast with cranberries, slow roasted potatoes, peas in cheese sauce. For dessert we had cheesecake bits and fresh clementines. It was SO GOOD! All the supermarkets in the area carry these holiday specials. Small versions of everything you can imagine, made to share at parties. Special roasts, veg preps, fresh fruit… The Netherlands celebrates like no other country. Seriously. If you love food, come here. You won’t regret it. The lowest tier of food is far beyond anything you’ll expect.
Hung the Xmas lights, too. A little extra color in our window.
Feeling better than I normally do around this time of year. The good food is helping, as is the fact that my bro and I are working together. It’s never easy for the two of us to cook at the same time in the kitchen because it’s so small. When we can do it, have a great meal, and not step on each other’s toes in the process, it’s a damned good day. And we’ve been having damned good days for a while now. We’re cooking together, doing dishes together, and laughing together. Thanking each other for the work we do.
Haven’t said anything yet to the group about doing my work as a podcast. I want to modify the script for audio first. Work on sound effects second. Then bring in the actors, hopefully this spring.
All I can say is: thanks. For everything. To my brother, to the Universe, to the group. Thank you!
I always feel better when I write.