I’ve always been a fan of these types of stories… books that claimed to tell the real story of the Three Little Pigs, Neil Gaiman’s hard-boiled (heh) detective story about Humpty-Dumpty, and so on. I even liked the dark ones, such as Tanith Lee’s excellent story, “The Reason for Not Going to the Ball.” But sometimes I wonder about re-revising these stories, and making them magical. Or what about turning the Internet’s endless supply of urban legends and “Friend-of-a-Friend” stories into a new collection of folk and fairy tales?
Once upon a time, my friend’s friend’s uncle’s roommate was riding in his carriage around the lake with his girlfriend. It was late, and even though the King’s crier had told everyone that a mad Ogre with a hook for a hand was roaming the countryside, he decided he wasn’t going to let that stop him from enjoying the evening…
I think a few of those might wind up on my “Fifty Stories” page…
Yup. Things got a little rowdy here at Chez KC what with it being Fiscal New Year’s Eve last night, and ‘sampling’ a new shipment of Saurian Brandy, and, well, I got carried away. So carried away that I lost all sense of judgement and proportion and decided that…
Well, I have two friends. (Honestly.) One of them, June Faramore, started a 365 poems-a-year blog called Work Your Way Out, which I recommend. (She claims I inspired her to do that, but I don’t believe her… that’s all her.) A few months later, my other friend Charlotte Cuevas was inspired by that blog to put up her own 365 poem blog, The 365 Poetry Project. This blog is also wondrifulous and awesome. So, I’ve decided to follow their example. But of course, I couldn’t do the same thing that they’re doing. That would be, among other things, sensible and responsible.
Nope, I’m writing 50 stories over the course of the next year.
I was originally going to write 52, but I thought that giving myself two weeks of flex would be a good plan. And to show I mean this, I’m putting up a short-short as a sort of “Week Zero” post. Anyway, I write well (read: I only write) under pressure, so come along for the ride and we’ll see how this goes.
The page is here. Wish me luck.
Close the door behind you, too, please? Can’t let the rain and the mud and detritus from the so-called ‘real world’ get inside.
Take your sword off, unlace your boots. You’re safe here, safer than a llama with a vegetarian dragon.
This is my new home. If you’ve followed me from www.bovisrex.com, you’ll find my old posts on the page “Where We Used to Live.” And if you’ve followed me here from Way Too Fantasy, well, you’ll see the random effluvia and run-off that comes from writing articles for that blog. I’ll be a little more informal here, and I’ll be publishing stories as well. (Maybe more than you or anyone can handle. Definitely more than I can.) I may podcast my stories as well… I was doing that at the last blog and it was fun. I’ll have stories and poems and songs and pictures and maybe even polkas about all literature and movies and art, not just fantasy.
As always, encouragement and comments and critiques are all welcome here, and I’ll try not to post too many pictures of me swimming in a deluge of my tears.
Well… maybe one or ten of them.