And then I seem to find myself in that writer's-mood again. I've had a block for the last years and actually haven't written anything besides roleplaying campaign stuff and some modified Transformers profiles to fit into my core universe.
Last weekend at Keltfest, I spoke to one of my sisters about Bloodshot. A plan I had for a book about a serial murderer / rapist / demon that lures girls into an underground club he owns. It was supposed to be the purest extension of the dark side of my mind with overdone gore and scenes of ultimate torture. When I started, give or take 10 years ago, it was actually easy to write. Heck, I was a young bug with a shitload of agression which could easily be channeled into sheer violence. Coupled with my overdoing-it imagination of occasionally sick mind, it ended up in several pages of violence of such magnitude that someone actually vomitted at the end of one of the more brutal scenes.
That was actually kind of amusing
Now, a few hours ago I opened a new empty open office file, and started writing this again (again because the original files AND the back-up of said files are gone
), and quit after half an hour. I just don't seem to get anything on screen. Sure, the scene with 16 tied to a wall and Bloodshot pissing all over her face for her drink was easy, but the real bad stuff simply doesn't seem to come anymore.
Maybe I'm too peacefull at the moment to write this sort of porn-violence anymore. Maybe I should find that old perverted state of mind to really get back into the bloodthirsty shit I used to write.
Either that, or I should start writing romantic stories :p
Last weekend at Keltfest, I spoke to one of my sisters about Bloodshot. A plan I had for a book about a serial murderer / rapist / demon that lures girls into an underground club he owns. It was supposed to be the purest extension of the dark side of my mind with overdone gore and scenes of ultimate torture. When I started, give or take 10 years ago, it was actually easy to write. Heck, I was a young bug with a shitload of agression which could easily be channeled into sheer violence. Coupled with my overdoing-it imagination of occasionally sick mind, it ended up in several pages of violence of such magnitude that someone actually vomitted at the end of one of the more brutal scenes.
That was actually kind of amusing
Now, a few hours ago I opened a new empty open office file, and started writing this again (again because the original files AND the back-up of said files are gone
), and quit after half an hour. I just don't seem to get anything on screen. Sure, the scene with 16 tied to a wall and Bloodshot pissing all over her face for her drink was easy, but the real bad stuff simply doesn't seem to come anymore.Maybe I'm too peacefull at the moment to write this sort of porn-violence anymore. Maybe I should find that old perverted state of mind to really get back into the bloodthirsty shit I used to write.
Either that, or I should start writing romantic stories :p