I've started work on the outline for the second draft of my most recent book after finishing the outline for the next one. As I mentioned here at some point, I don't usually have two outlines or rough drafts of different books on the go at the same point, but I fancied doing it a little differently with these tales. In any case, I planned on redrafting this one before now but coming down with the plague the week before last messed up that plan (I had a wisdom tooth out and spent days feeling like I had the flu - still not 100% now but such is life). The first draft came up very short at barely 50k so I gave it my usual read through and worked out what plotlines needed expanding, what needed binning and what new ones needed adding. With a bit of luck, I'll be able to start afresh by next weekend. And here's the thing:
This book is shaping up to one of the darkest things I've written, and because of that, I've really had to give it some thought. Not because of thinking I'm going too far or because I'm censoring myself but because it's easy in horror to make the victims little more than tools to cut and stab. Horror's come a long way since the days of shitty stalk and slash films and books where the victim was usually a good-looking woman who'd forgotten to put on her bra, but it's still guilty of exploiting this sort of crap and that doesn't interest me at all. Hero, killer, final girl, or the idiot who asks 'who's there?' when the lights go out: they're all characters with personalities, and as easy as it is to just chop someone's head off, it's also weak and dull. With that in mind, I'm doing all I can to ensure the people who don't make it all the way to the end of this one are as much flesh and blood as those who do.
And there is quite a lot of blood.