Thursday, March 23, 2006

Stairway To Heaven

I've been working on a story called Meditation Cell for a few months now, on and off. I don't know why, but this one seems to be a really hard slog, so much so that I was thinking of trashing it.

But no, I'm not a quitter! They'll never catch me alive! I swear the chicken wasn't mine!

In other words, I've pared the story down and re-tooled it for Flashing In The Gutters. Go have a read of Stairway To Heaven and see what you think.

Yes, you. The one reading this. The one I have complete control over.

The one that is now reading this sentence.

See?

15 comments:

Sandra Ruttan said...

So, if you have complete control over me, then I wasn't lying when I told the officer I wasn't responsible for my actions...Can you come back me up then?

Daniel Hatadi said...

Okay, so it doesn't work then. Hey, I've just started my Jedi training, lady.

Sandra Ruttan said...

And you're clearly confused, because you called me lady.

Stephen Blackmoore said...

Nicely done.

As an aside, my notes to you about pacing? This is what I was talking about. It's a short piece but you take your time getting there. Very well done.

Daniel Hatadi said...

Thanks for reading it, Stephen. I was a little worried about that piece--I don't think it had that twist at the end that most flash fiction does, but I tried to do something different this time and it looks like it may have worked.

I'm still working on the intro, deleting your comments as I've dealt with them. I've got three left now, so should have it polished soon.

Unless I keep adding more of my own comments.

M. G. Tarquini said...

I agree with Stephen on the pacing. It's beautifully done and the dialogue is wonderful.

Daniel Hatadi said...

Thanks so much, M. G.

Did anyone notice the thread that ties all my Flashing In The Gutters pieces together?

Stephen Blackmoore said...

Would it be bad of us to say no? I mean, come on, you're asking for analysis here, context. Bear in mind that I walk into walls regularly and without the aid of alcohol.

Daniel Hatadi said...

One day, you shall all know the truth. Until then, walk into walls as you please.

Or some shit or other.

Stuart MacBride said...

I am so looking forward to telling my editors I don't have to make my deadline because Daniel is in control! Hahahaha! I'm going to go burn something down now and blame it on you too!

Wonder if there's a liquor store round here I could rob?

Daniel made me do it!

Daniel Hatadi said...

Yes, Stuart, it was I all along. Controlling your every move, using your humorous sarcasm to ridicule myself so that I could then prove to you who really is in control.

Now, go and BURN the LIQUOR STORE. It should be easy. Liquor burns.

Although if it's a nice drop like Glenlivet, it should go down smoothly.

Bryon Quertermous said...

I find most of the time that the stories that turn out to be the biggest beasts in the writing are ultimatley the best stories. They just need to keep sitting for a while as you add layers to them.

I know its tempting to chuck it all or chop the story down or something, but stick with it and I think you'll be happy with it in the end.

Or be like and and be stuck with a beast of a story that takes four years to write and edit and only becomes published in a tiny little magazine.

Bella said...

just stumbled across your blog - i love crime novels - and so do many of my other blog friends - wait till i tell them youre here! great blog!

Sandra Ruttan said...

I finally figured out the thread that runs through all your flash fiction.

They're all by Daniel Hatadi!

(Don't throw kangaroo poo now, that's not nice.)

Daniel Hatadi said...

Close only in that the thread has something to do with an animal.