A Storyteller’s Life

Here is a part-quote from a first reader about the new story (Not On The Cards):

I enjoyed the book. It read like a short story — very fast paced, very focused on plot.  I got caught up in Chiri’s desires. 

Isn’t that what every writer wants to hear? Thank you, M.

Ooh! And I got one on Goodreads: Fast-paced from the start; I was completely enthralled with her fears and journey. 

Thank you to everyone who enjoys the story. I know that won’t be everyone who reads it, but each story has the people who enjoy it, and those who look for something different. I like different. I like stories that are beyond what’s the current flavour, the expected, the norm. I like to be so involved in the story that if anyone disturbs me, I get [ummm, do I really have to admit to this?] cranky.

Story is important. Yes, it’s escapism, it’s entertainment, it’s not real life. But it is something more. It’s a moment when the mind can disengage from the worries and obligations; it’s a place to be someone or somewhere or somewhen different; it’s where the mind can imagine things so much more than what is everyday. It can be a place of safety, of fear, of learning how to cope.

When I was a kid, we used to tell stories. Yes, at night, in the dark, in the middle of ‘a dark and stormy night’ and scare the patooies out of each other. Okay, it was mainly me telling the stories – I couldn’t help it. Shrug. It’s what siblings do. Scare and enlighten, all at the same time. Stories about snakes, about bees, about landslides, about storm surges. About spiders lurking on the toilet seat of the outback, long-drop dunny. About strangers within the people we think we know.

Exciting things, scary things, normal things that have a darker side.

Story. Life is story.

And the next story, The Valki of Three Salt Springs (is that title too long? I may consider a slightly shorter version, so await, await the final draft) is under first review. It won’t be finished this week, or maybe even next week, but in the next few weeks, there will be a new story.

I can’t help it. I know the last one was finished only recently. I sat still for a day (okay, half a day) before I started in on it.

They call me, beg me to get their story out there. They do. I’m not mad. It’s those musae, who come in at the least opportune time and prod and poke and start whispering words of excitement and drama.

Stay tuned for the next story, a slightly darker story, a rural fantasy/horror set in a small town with three salt lakes that hold the monster in her lair.


Did I ever tell you I don’t plan these posts? I don’t. I plan stories; the posts are little dribbles that come out on the day of the schedule for adding to the blog. I’m not going to plan a post and a story. Why? What’s more important? A well-structured post, or a well-structured story?


Enjoy your Sunday!

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