Tag Archives: horror

What Have I Done?

Everyone was doing it, okay?  I mean, that’s not why I finally broke down, it’s not the reason, or even an excuse, but everyone was doing it.  So how bad could it be?  Right? Right?

It was when I googled my own name — my own name! — and found two people there, with my name, but they weren’t me!

I have a very unusual name.  The idea that there could be other people with the same name didn’t shock me, I’d seen them before in search results, but they were always down low, maybe on the second page.

But these hits were high.  First page, near the top.  And they aren’t me!

So I did it.  Not because all of you are already doing it — don’t deny it! — but because people looking for me would already think I’ve done it.  So I decided I might as well.

But I didn’t know, I didn’t understand — the hours wasted, the time gone — now I know, but it’s too late.

God help me, I joined Facebook tonight.

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1,423 Words Written, of the Wrong Thing.

I wrote 503 words of Meet the Larssons today, again all on the train to and from the office. I still haven’t gotten through the dreaded scene, although I just learned something interesting connecting one character to another, so that’s fun.

After I put the kids to bed (the Mrs. was out at the house of one of the neighbors for one of those parties where women try to sell each other things; I don’t begin to understand those parties, but that’s off topic; for tonight, I’ll just say that I’m glad the Mrs. got out with some friends, which doesn’t happen much), I sat down to write. Did I open up MTL and start work again, under calmer circumstances than the Metra allows?

I did not. Instead, I started frantically typing up a short horror story I thought of at lunch. I wrote 1,423 words of that story tonight, which is at least half of the entire first draft (I estimate the final story will be 2500-3000 words). It’s sort of a Lovecraftian pastiche.

Yeah, I know: distracted by another shiny object. Sometimes, though, you just have to get the ideas out of your head.