I recently joined the Critters on-line critiquing group.
So far it’s been a great experience. I ended up chatting with one of the other writers whose story I had submitted a critique on.
We got to talking about how we came to love the genres of science fiction and fantasy.
I know where mine comes from and it’s part of what makes me want to be a writer.
I was reading a fellow bloggers site today after he was kind enough to post a comment here.
In one of his recent posts, he talked about how he had seldom ventured into the topics of religion and evolution, despite the fact that he was quite passionate about them.
I commented that I personally wished he’d talk more about them, even though it can be rather controversial and could be a lot of work since they are topics dear to my heart and central in my thinking.
It then occurred to me that I would be being a little bit hypocritical if I didn’t do the same.
So here goes.
Yeah, I know. Two posts in one night.
This was the post I was keen to write initially, but then I realised a whole lot had happened that I hadn’t written to give it context. So I’m on a roll.
Anyway, I mentioned that I’d decided to try my hand at writing some horror short stories.
A week or so ago, my wife and I were discussing our new vegetable garden and the predations of certain unwanted molluscs.
Which is a fancy way of saying that “slugs ate our radishes”.
Anyway, something happened during this discussion.
Things have happened.
Good things.
And I figure this makes for a lousy journal if I don’t record them here since this is supposed to be all about my writing journey.