NaDruWriNi

[plonq]

One more sleep before I start on my writing project.  (I apologize to my liver in advance.)

I still have only a vague idea of what I am going to write about, but when I mix alcohol with my stories, they often write themselves without much advance planning.  Just off the top of my head I can think of three stories that had their Genesis in a scotch bottle:  Learning to Fly is a slightly "emo" piece that I wrote a few years back.  The basic premise for the story came to me while I was out cutting the lawn one afternoon, but it was only later that evening as I was sipping on a glass of scotch that the first nuggets of an actual story began to take real form in my head.  I kept sipping scotch as I typed (well, alternately) and by the time I got to the final word in the story my uncoordinated fingers were tripping all over each other.

When I wrote Life of The Party I intended for it to be a silly cyberpunk piece, but it later got slapped with the "transformation" label, and even made it onto the TSA.  This story had no advance planning at all.  I was sitting at home one evening, pounding back expensive brandy and puffing on a cigar (yes, that was back when I allowed - and even consumed - tobacco products inside the house) when suddenly this story fell out of my head.  I just had this mental image of a poor sucker turning himself into a vixen as a joke, then learning that she couldn't change herself back (don'tcha just love switching genders in mid-sentence?)

Small Packages is another story that wrote itself.  I had a few too many drinks, got bored, and decided to write about my crappy day at work.  (I used to drink a lot more before I got married.  atara has never actually seen me drunk.)  I was as surprised as anyone when I discovered, halfway through the story, that the otter was gay.  Who knew?  Curiously enough, Giblet (and the wolf character in "Learning to Fly") are both patterned after the same person - though the otter took off with a life of his own after this story.

What do I plan to write about this weekend?  I don't know, and I think that not knowing is part of the fun.  I like stories that write themselves as they go.  I've been kicking around a story idea involving an alien spaceport and a malfunctioning translator, but I may save that for a sober evening.  All I know is that the story may or may not involve snow leopards, otters or skunks.  Or sharks with fucking laser beams that shoot out of their eyes.  Zap!  Pfffew!!1

Comments

[anthony-lion.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't the lasers be mounted on top of the sharks' heads?

[fuzzytoedcollie.livejournal.com]

Sounds...interesting O_O
It will be fun to see the results, should they survive the weekend.
Wheeee!

[elfasi.livejournal.com]

I look forward to it, those three are all pretty memorable and actually stick it out in my mind somewhat when I try to think of the different stories you've written :)