And it sucked.
Don’t get me wrong, I could have pulled it off. Five hundred words about Death going to work? Please. I could have done a Piers Anthony knock-off in a half hour, flat. Death as Dilbert. Death as Death from Family Guy. Death as Death as that guy they locked up in ’94 in Los Angeles for dressing up as Death in full regalia—as in with scythe—and staring through old folk’s window. I definitely think I could have joked my way through it.
Or, I could have done a heavy handed social commentary story. I thought about it. I was going to cast a bullied, teen misfit in the role of Death and have him shoot up his school. I even had a bit where Death was going to pass from the hands of a bully in to the main character. I think I could have made it really poignant. I mean, I’ve read tons of short stories that use devices like that one and they’re always roundly lauded as “insightful” and “gripping.” Yeah, I think I could have pulled something like that off.
But then I thought of Michael Moore and how much I loathe him and I decided to pass on the social commentary.
I thought about doing something about the life cycle of a hypothetical “super Ebola” virus and its spread through a community but that would have just been an insult to us all and I think we deserve better than that.
And that’s about all I had, really.
So I’m putting it back in the queue because it’s my game and my rules. Suck it.
I’ll see what’s in the hopper and get back to you with a new topic/story soon…ish. Look, everybody knows the story a day for an entire year thing was never going to work out. I say we just take things as they come, you know? You send a story idea, I take a reasonable time crafting something decent and, at the end, we all have a book that might be worth reading.
You people are putting way too much pressure on me. This must be how Dave Chappelle felt.