Today is cold – not as cold as it has been – and rainy. It looked miserable outside most of the day. It is the perfect day to delve into the mind of a killer, thinks I.
The new piece I’m working on is tentatively titled The Sleeper and is a thriller as a serial killer tells us his story. The ONLY way this story is coming forth is pen and paper. Actually, it’s pen and composition book. Maybe my brain needed to be nostalgic since this is the first “brand new” piece begun here in the house. It has been a number of years since I’ve written anything in this house. Living here, much less writing here is still taking some getting used to.
The Sleeper’s dad is a bit odd. Yep, definitely odd. Can’t tell anything about his mom yet.
I have never attempted anything like this project before. I am looking forward to hearing comments from people who do the readings in the future when this is finished. Some things I know are going down perfectly, but others leave me a little unsure. Like, was the trigger for the murderous intent to solidify into action too hidden? Is this happening, too soon?
The Sleeper isn’t shy. O! No! No shyness whatsoever. He is quite enjoying telling me his story.
Should I be concerned for myself? Sometimes I wonder.
