Stories, stories

I sent off my Writers of the Future entry today. I didn't enter last quarter because I didn't have a story ready, but I think this one's pretty good.

I was stuck filing invoices all day yesterday (at work, I mean--I don't ordinarily spend the day filing invoices at home). I relieved the aching boredom somewhat by coming up with another story idea, which I then wrote last night. It's only about 2,200 words. Considering that it's a light (and slight) SF piece played entirely for laffs, it was damn hard to write. It's about the filming of a porno flick with an alien, who has no idea what he's actually doing, and I had to work doubly hard to make it funny without being in poor taste. I think it turned out pretty good--I like it, at least. Now I need to find a market for it, and I'm not entirely sure one exists.

I've been writing a lot of stories lately. I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting better at writing stories or if I'm trying to avoid working on White Rose, which is frankly getting pretty dull. Maybe it's time for something to attack Rose and her companions. Maybe I'll kill one of them off.