"Hang the Hunter" 05NOV17

I've been working this grieving Dwarf story for a few years now. He's gone from short story to novelette and back. Right now he's existing in a series of shorts. I've studied so much of the form that i think it serves the character better, that and i don't have the patience for long form works.

That's not the issue so maybe I shouldn't have brought it up, but this is going somewhere,

The real issue is time itself. Hang, was one of the ultimate challenges for me. I wanted to do a fantasy story that was my take on things. He would live in a world i created, without all the things i find boring or common. Its a nice enough little story but I'm hitting the wall this week.

My taste in reading and writing has changed some since he came about. I haven't read a fantasy piece in years and I'm not sure i can get to that place again. The words used to flow. I could see his little ass stompin around shootin stuff, just owning his world ya know? Now I'm questioning and micromanaging everything he and the others do. Normally that's the fun part. Now it feels like work, like i should shelve it. There are other projects i could give attention to. Joba my retired space medic and his less than honorable friend Chaos. There's pieces closer to reality like the man who's touch shifts a person's luck towards good or bad, but Hang and his cohorts are next. I am tasked with him and i must finish. I guess i just needed to vent a little.

His first story is complete, the bones anyway. I just need to put flesh to them. Make you care about their collective fates. I'll get it there.