Been quiet round here for a while, hasn't it? Don't worry, though; I'm not dead. I'm just busy with life. Our house has finally sold so we're on the hunt for a new place. Back to renting which isn't the end of the world as some people would see it after owning a house. Things haven't gone as we hoped when we bought (mainly thanks to the global economy) so we'll adjust which has meant a lot of phone calls to letting agents to ask the most important question - "The house I'm calling about...are pets welcome?" Then a lot of viewings and weighing up the good and bad of each place. With that and recently finishing the second draft of Ascent, there hasn't been a lot of time for blogging. So I haven't gone dark in a Jack Bauer sort of way. I've just been busy.
But, on the other hand, I am going dark. Properly dark.
Been thinking for a while of writing a nasty, brutal horror tale. A few ideas came to mind so I've been jotting down notes for one in particular which has had even me thinking I might be going too far (of course, this is all early days stuff so we'll see how it goes); it's also got me thinking about the darkness in a horror story. I consider my first book (now unavailable, sadly) The Red Girl to be one of the darkest things I've written, and that's not down to loads of graphic violence. It's down to the plot, the characters and the setting. It's down to the terrible acts carried out by a certain someone against another someone; it's down to the destruction of everything good in the world for the title character. As horrific as The Red Girl is/was, there's not a great deal of what you might call physical violence. Enough for the story, yes, but not a huge amount. On the other hand, the book I'm outlining now appears to be heading into some very dark territory. Being gross is easy; being frightening is harder. Putting the two together...well, like I say, we'll have to see where this one goes later in the year after the house move and after a final draft of Ascent.
After I decide just how dark I want to go.