Bump and Grind

So, then: this latest story.

I was going great guns and was up to 4400 words. Then I took a look at what I'd written and realised 2000 of those words had to go. This was nothing to do with killing darlings, just the realisation that the first 2500 words worked and the rest didn't - the central scene was terminally dull and had to go, either to be rewritten or replaced.

I'm currently trying to work out how to proceed. The ideas are there in my head but not quite coalescing into a direction that clicks with me. Nil Desperandum. 

Vamp right on to the end of the road

I was skimming through New Scientist this morning and came up with what I think is a really neat premise for a vamp story. I jotted it down and have some further reading to do to build it out. The minute it came to me I clenched a mental fist and thought "yes!" albeit in a non-demonstrative British sort of way.

What worries me about it is that I'm not convinced I have the skill to execute it properly. In one sense I'm not sure if that matters insofar as I write for my own amusement, but, the thing is, I'd still like to do the premise justice.

More as we get it.