BSF
Explorer
Carpedavid,
Thank you for the kind words. I am still enmeshed in the broiling insecurity of the story. Did I tell anything interesting? Did I say too much, too little? Did I make too many assumptions? Aaarrrgh!
My wife enjoyed it. I had fun writing it. I could do more, probably better too, but what more do I need to do if I enjoyed it?
I had to keep resisting the urge to detail all the runes. I had to resist spelling everything out. It's a short story, not an accurate recitation of mythology nor an accounting of the runes and how to craft new age style magic. I know a bit about both subjects, but this was supposed to be a story. I think it is. If people enjoy it enough to remember Mimir, if they want to know what the ninth secret is, that's great. I don't need to tell them. They can find it themselves.
In the end, I decided I wanted to break the expectation of a horror genre story. I didn't know how I would be able to do it, until I stumbled across the idea of Mimir. A bunch of ideas were vying for attention and I just tried to sort them out and have them make sense. The man with the kite was my inspiration for Odin. But, it didn't feel right to use the pic for Odin. So, it became a necromancer and Odin was integrated.
I'm talking too much. I need to come down off that strange high you get writing a story and hoping somebody will enjoy it, while being afraid that nobody will. I am almost at a point where I can read your story. I started to this morning, but I just couldn't focus. It looks Lovecraftian, which should be great fun. I really enjoy Lovecraft. I'm looking forward to reading it.
Thank you for the kind words. I am still enmeshed in the broiling insecurity of the story. Did I tell anything interesting? Did I say too much, too little? Did I make too many assumptions? Aaarrrgh!
My wife enjoyed it. I had fun writing it. I could do more, probably better too, but what more do I need to do if I enjoyed it?
I had to keep resisting the urge to detail all the runes. I had to resist spelling everything out. It's a short story, not an accurate recitation of mythology nor an accounting of the runes and how to craft new age style magic. I know a bit about both subjects, but this was supposed to be a story. I think it is. If people enjoy it enough to remember Mimir, if they want to know what the ninth secret is, that's great. I don't need to tell them. They can find it themselves.
In the end, I decided I wanted to break the expectation of a horror genre story. I didn't know how I would be able to do it, until I stumbled across the idea of Mimir. A bunch of ideas were vying for attention and I just tried to sort them out and have them make sense. The man with the kite was my inspiration for Odin. But, it didn't feel right to use the pic for Odin. So, it became a necromancer and Odin was integrated.
I'm talking too much. I need to come down off that strange high you get writing a story and hoping somebody will enjoy it, while being afraid that nobody will. I am almost at a point where I can read your story. I started to this morning, but I just couldn't focus. It looks Lovecraftian, which should be great fun. I really enjoy Lovecraft. I'm looking forward to reading it.