When I wrote my pre-apocalyptic short story “Wish”, it was a work of fiction. Unfortunately, this theme became a grim reality after the recent missile threat warning incident in Hawaii.
Read the touching witness account from The Washington Post: “Being a mother in Hawaii during 38 minutes of nuclear fear”.
Every human person experience in his or her life the moments of extreme happiness, which will never return, or the moments of extreme pain or sadness. Some of these moments form a bond with particular places. As you grow, the map of your world is more and more peppered with such no-go zones, which are too painful to visit. I’ve just extended the collection of mine by a few. Maybe it will become a part of the next story, to help myself to get over it.
For a long time, I was trying to find a place for a productive writing holiday. I tried traveling to many different places I like, but nothing really worked, everywhere it was even more difficult than at home. I was thinking hard about what might be the problem, but didn’t find any good ideas – until I had an eureka moment recently. I need a moderately boring place, not the favorite place! A place, which still provides some minimal level of stimuli, and convenience, like eatable food and network access – but nothing else, so that the most interesting thing to do there would be to dive deeper in my stories.
And I’ve found such a place not too far away, and it worked like charm. In just two days, I was able to make more progress with my next story, than in a few months before that. The story, however, got much shorter, so likely it will be yet another short story, not a novella, as I thought first – but it’s ok, who has time to read anything long these days anyway?
Published today my short story, or, rather, flash fiction, “Wish” . I was lucky with this one, as most of the story came to me in a form of a bad and disturbing dream about two men awaiting an imminent nuclear strike, with myself being one of the characters. It was so vivid that I didn’t have any problems recalling it in all details even a few days after. When I realized it doesn’t want to go away by itself, I had to make it a story – all I had to do is adding a few small details here and there, but most of the story still is as it was in the dream. I had bad dreams about the nuclear war before, but this was the most vivid yet.
Interesting to note that there are many stories describing what happens after the nuclear strike, but not so many describing what happens just before. Might be a good name for a new genre – “pre-apocalyptic”.
Big day, launched my personal website today.