I need some honest opinions please...
Yes I want HONEST opinions...
I forced my muse to help me re-find the idea I had before the PC crash of Nano06 and while it's not exactly what I had before it is still the same basic idea. For some reason this story seems to want to come out in 1st person, which I'm not sure about because I usally don't write like that, maining because I always have issues with getting charcter descriptions to work naturally into the writting. Also, my main character is currently refusing to tell me her name. If I go with this idea, as is, it is going to be a Vampire story.
Anyway, ready the first bit I have and tell me what you think. I'm just not sure about it and I want opinions. Do you think this has potential, should I ditch the vampire part of the storyline and work it as a sort of dark comedy type thing or do you think I should scrap it and wait for some other idea to come to me?
My name is Blank McBlankerson and my life is pretty pathetic. I am only three years from the severely depressing world of my thirties. I have no discernable special talents or the exotic good looks that one needs to make up for it. I work in a horribly decorated office doing a job I hate with people that I can’t stand for entirely too little in the way of financial compensation while my fat, balding, misogynistic pig of a boss makes laude gestures toward me for the benefit of my co-workers when he thinks I’m not looking. My basement apartment is dark, dank, way too small and every Thursday at six thirty, like clockwork, the plumbing backs up leaving the entire basement of my building stinking like a poultry processing plant in the high heat of summer. My rust bucket of a car finally keeled over for good and my credit is so bad that I couldn’t get a loan for soapbox racer.
My love life is even worse. I haven’t had a date in nearly a year, the dry spell followed a truly spectacular string of degenerate losers, my last steady lover ran off to purse is dream of colonizing the ocean floor and the best sex I’ve ever had involved a fifth of Jack Daniels, three well placed pillows, eight inches of neon pink cyber skin and a package of D cell batteries. I’m such lousy company that even my cat decided to find somewhere else to be.
Yes, my life is pretty pathetic.
So why in the hell would I seriously be thinking about making it last forever? Let me start at the beginning.
*waits expectatly*
I forced my muse to help me re-find the idea I had before the PC crash of Nano06 and while it's not exactly what I had before it is still the same basic idea. For some reason this story seems to want to come out in 1st person, which I'm not sure about because I usally don't write like that, maining because I always have issues with getting charcter descriptions to work naturally into the writting. Also, my main character is currently refusing to tell me her name. If I go with this idea, as is, it is going to be a Vampire story.
Anyway, ready the first bit I have and tell me what you think. I'm just not sure about it and I want opinions. Do you think this has potential, should I ditch the vampire part of the storyline and work it as a sort of dark comedy type thing or do you think I should scrap it and wait for some other idea to come to me?
My name is Blank McBlankerson and my life is pretty pathetic. I am only three years from the severely depressing world of my thirties. I have no discernable special talents or the exotic good looks that one needs to make up for it. I work in a horribly decorated office doing a job I hate with people that I can’t stand for entirely too little in the way of financial compensation while my fat, balding, misogynistic pig of a boss makes laude gestures toward me for the benefit of my co-workers when he thinks I’m not looking. My basement apartment is dark, dank, way too small and every Thursday at six thirty, like clockwork, the plumbing backs up leaving the entire basement of my building stinking like a poultry processing plant in the high heat of summer. My rust bucket of a car finally keeled over for good and my credit is so bad that I couldn’t get a loan for soapbox racer.
My love life is even worse. I haven’t had a date in nearly a year, the dry spell followed a truly spectacular string of degenerate losers, my last steady lover ran off to purse is dream of colonizing the ocean floor and the best sex I’ve ever had involved a fifth of Jack Daniels, three well placed pillows, eight inches of neon pink cyber skin and a package of D cell batteries. I’m such lousy company that even my cat decided to find somewhere else to be.
Yes, my life is pretty pathetic.
So why in the hell would I seriously be thinking about making it last forever? Let me start at the beginning.
*waits expectatly*