New story and some thoughts on process
Monday, August 28, 2006

Against my better judgement, I have started working on a new story, called "Reunion." It's interesting because I wrote the last scene first, whereas with my others I started at the beginning.

One of my favorite horror/sci-fi authors as a young adult was Christopher Pike, a sort of R.L. Stine type who wrote a lot of formulatic fiction. He published a collection of short stories in the late nineties (when I was in middle school) that was interesting because it contained an introduction to each story describing the creative process. I remember Pike writing about how he would often be struck by certain scenes within a story, and then build the rest of the piece around that.

That's been very similiar to the way I've written the four stories on this site; the final scene between Simon and Kaylee in "Honor," Kaylee and Book pointing guns at each other in "Song of Shepherd," and Simon's father shooting him in "Home" were all the first things that came to me before I set down to write.

As a teaser, here's the last scene of "Reunion." It's not going as well as I would have hoped, writing wise. This might be my last piece, if I publish it at all. But there you have it.

Jayne sat outside in the shadow of Serenity, her cargo door open spilling light out into the cool night. Behind her, the ruins of the training house still smoldered in the distance. At the sound of approaching footsteps, Jayne raised his shotgun. Seeing the laser sight play across Mal’s harried visage, Jayne let the gun go slack, though he did not un-cock it.
“You find anythin’ aboard that 母亲笨蛋’s ship tell us how he got a bead on us, Capt’n?” Jayne leaned forward in his chair.
Mal sighed, limping forward. “Not a thing that tells us who’s turning these wheels; could be he just kept after us after last year.” He looked quizzically at Jayne. “Didn’t I tell you to get to bed? Inara said the temple was literally the only thing on this rock, and now…” he gestured back to the hollow shell.
Jayne sat back. “Mebbe it was. Mebbe not. I know one thing; there’s folks in there I care about” – he thumbed back at the ship – “that been through hell tonight. An’ if I can see they get at least a night’s peace by spending the dusk sittin’ here guarding their dreams, then I’ll do just that.” Jayne leaned back in his stool.
“Seems like a pretty foolish thing to do.” Mal’s voice was heavy.
“Right foolish.” Jayne looked up at him. “You want me to find you a chair?”
Mal blinked rapidly. “I can find my own damn chair.”


Thursday, August 31, 2006 6:54 PM


Thursday, August 31, 2006 6:02 PM


Well...the link you put up for "Reunion" is being finicky, so all we get is what you got here. And what a blurb it is:D

Definitely wanna see a fleshed out tale of why & how the Training House got gutted ShadowLeopard;)


Monday, August 28, 2006 9:40 PM


Hey! Another Pike fan! Kick-ass!

Anyway...sounds like fun. Exploding temples, limping Mal's, a night of hell...


Monday, August 28, 2006 5:30 PM


I can totally identify with your process. I myself work like that in that I think of a scene and write it out individually when I'm feeling it, and then writing the connecting bits toward it. Like with YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN, it's so far about 150 pages long, but I've only posted up to page 85. I still need to write a whole other chapter (the rock concert at the Metro) before I can post the remainder of the story, which is the real meat of the story and what the whole things been building up to and what I actually wrote first.

Monday, August 28, 2006 4:12 PM


I liked it. Makes me curious about what happened before that. I love the last two lines, I can definitely see this happening.

Monday, August 28, 2006 2:41 PM


Interesting ending. Makes me want read the beginning and middle.


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