The Daylight Here is going well. Quite well at well over 45,000. Part of the charm of this particular project is that it is as much about the writing as it is the plot line and the writing itself is flowing without a lot of conscious contrivance. This is probably because I've got something to say over and above the story.
There is only one problem with it at present. I am not satisfied with the title, but cannot come up with a better one. Sometimes it seems like all the good titles have been taken. Twilight would have been awesome (taken). Flicker would have been even better (taken). "Ghost" would have been great too (also taken). So I'm left with the dregs. At the moment I'm kicking around Scrim.
What is "Scrim" you asked? Well according to Merriam Webster it's: a theater drop that appears opaque when a scene in front is lighted and transparent or translucent when a scene in back is lighted. It can be used in haunted houses, and hunters use it as a form of camouflage as well. I like the idea of a piece of fabric that separates scenes and is translucent only when the light is behind it.
Meanwhile, here's an excerpt from today's work. (Please forgive the formatting. When I put spaces between the paras it puts miles between them and when I don't it runs them all together Am I the only one having a problem with Blogger's newest brain child?).
The door flew open. No dramatic pause followed the silhouette framed by in doorway, the morning sunlight behind. Just a series of anticlimactic pops. Just the sound of the phone striking the floor with the sound of plastic and electronics being separated with a crack. Just the old woman falling with a faint cry, the sound of limbs, of torso, of head, striking unforgiving floor. The sound of the computer hard drive spinning. The ceiling fan clicking.