Things that go bump in the night.

What on earth possessed me to try my hand at horror?

It isn’t a genre I watch or read very much. Not recently, anyway—I read a lot of it when I was in junior high, but nothing much since then. It certainly isn’t something I’m comfortable writing. I don’t know how to do it.

And here I am, writing a horror story for Script Frenzy.

It’s not too bad, really. I hit the half-way point this morning, and it’s feeling… organic. Natural. I like my characters (though there is one that needs to be developed a bit more. At first, I thought that he was giving off a mysterious, loner vibe, but now I think he’s just annoying). I like my story, even if some of the scenes drag on a bit longer than they should. It’s a bit clichéd, but not painfully so.

There are no problems with it that I can’t fix in the second draft. That alone feels like an accomplishment.

I do wish I’d gotten an outline done, though. I’d like to have an idea of where the story is going. I had a couple of scenes in mind when I started writing—and set the stage for them in the first act—but I don’t know if they’re going to fit in the story now. It’s getting a little frustrating.

I might have (finally) learned my lesson on that front. I need to outline, if only for my own sanity.

I’m giving it a shot, anyway. I’ve already started the outline for my post-Script Frenzy project (again, horror. I don’t know what’s going on). I don’t know whether it’ll work—I’m still having quite a bit of trouble wrapping my brain around the whole outlining thing—but it’s worth a try.