I had half an hour to kill this afternoon, and I’d been thinking about an old unfinished novella of mine entitled, Sex, Blood, Rock ‘n Roll. It’s something I’ve been on-again, off-again since college, and it never really worked.
Today I had an idea of how to begin. The main character, Zeke, got my attention from his place on the merry-go-round of the Imaginary Playground, where all the voices in my head hang out when they’re not my main focus. He started telling me a story about his childhood, and it was good, so I listened.
I should mention here: Zeke is a necromancer. A shitty one, who can’t control the dead things he raises, but the talent is still in him.
So after work today, I decided to try to get the things he told me down on paper. What I ended up with is part of the first chapter of…whatever the hell this novella will become. Short story? Nah. It’s longer than that. I just don’t know how much longer.
What I do know is that the story I’ve written so far is a fun, weird backstory about Zeke’s childhood rabbit, who gets slaughtered by a crazy dog his older brother brings home. In the throes of mourning, Zeke brings the bunny back from the dead. The problem is, the bunny is no longer sweet, or even sane, and wants revenge on the dog. Zeke then has to do something about the rabbit before things get even more out of control.
It’s a brand-new idea for me – how this all started for Zeke – and it sets the mood and tone of Sex, Blood, Rock ‘n Roll (or whatever I wind up calling it) perfectly. The main thrust will concern a rock band whose hard-living young lead singer died before his time, just when the band was reaching for the heights of fame. Years later, the band finds Zeke and persuades him to bring the singer back from the dead. Since Zeke sucks at his job, things get quickly and completely out of hand.
I’m looking forward to finishing and sharing this one with all you. It’s been bouncing around the Imaginary Playground for a long, long time, and to finally discover a way of telling the story is one of those uncommon moments writers live for. Stay tuned for more.