Beckbridge – sometime scribbler

Random musings, stories, poems, rants and pictures from the hands and heart of a 50 something year old woman.

Ölek Sun is Dead

I, like most authors I suspect, have notebook after notebook (or more likely Apple Notes) of ideas – fragments, concepts, characters, themes, musings etc. And like most authors probably more than I could ever actually fully get out of my head and into actual words, before I shuffle off.

So I am trying to do something about that. I am taking my ‘micro-ideas’ and turning them into short stories, written in a particular, efficient style – one statement after another type thing. The first of these is called Ölek Sun is Dead, and is about, well, I don’t want to spoil it.