Either way, being able to now honestly say I am approaching 50,000 words is a very good feeling.
Also on the go is a non-fiction piece I hope to finish up and post here today or tomorrow, possibly as a draft for something I might try to sell somewhere. Or maybe just a relatively serious journal entry. We'll see.
Woke up around 3:00 o'clock this morning having had a remarkably detailed and evocative dream. Better still, it contained a genuine plot and linear narrative, with an honest-to-god begining, middle and end. I quickly got out of bed and fired up the beast, then rattled off over 700 words of notes, thinking I might have a really good SF story on my hands.
Upon reflection this afternoon, however, I fear my subconscious may have in fact more or less ripped off a story I read in an anthology sometime in the past year or so. Need to think on this, and maybe see if I can dig the story out of whatever volume it's occupying and re-read it to find out for sure whether my worries that my story is a rip-off are legitimate a lot.
I suddenly find myself remembering with a certain envy a childhood friend, Roger. He and I both wrote and drew comics and he also wrote short stories - not good ones, because he didn't actually read much besides comics and chess books. But at least he didn't have to worry that his stories might be pastiches of something he'd read elsewhere (unless of course it was something from Master of Kung Fu.
Mind you, there's nothing wrong - and a great deal right - about writing pastiches when you're in grade 7, isn't there?