For those of you in the know, I’m working on a short story about a witch who doesn’t heed the Rule of Three and learns too late–never do a curse when extremely pissed.
I’ve never written a short before. Sure, I’ve done essays in school and college, but an actual short story? Nope.
For the past two weeks, I’ve had a lot of family stuff going on and haven’t really had a chance to get going with it. I’d thought it about it here and there but hadn’t planned anything out nor even wrote anything down. But tonight? I actually started planning and researching…then I got immersed in my research for a few hours. I was looking for a revenge curse and finally came to the realization I’m going to have to write my own.
That’s a little scary, ya know? Even though it’s a fiction story, I’ve decided not to use any chicken hearts or eye of newt or toe of frog or left big toe of a magician, just in case someone, somewhere, actually tries to use my curse. Gah.
On the other hand, it’s got to be real. Even though I write fiction, I want a sense of realism in my writing. Fun fact: I actually am a witch (found out last summer after weird shit started happening), so the curse will be an actual curse…not that I would ever curse someone (though I won’t say never), mainly because the Rule of Three scares the hell out of me. Apparently it doesn’t scare my character though, or she just doesn’t give a rat’s ass at the time, but in the end she regrets doing the curse to begin with.
Hmm…a rat’s ass…now there’s a thought.