I have been a short story disliker for as long as I can remember (for the reasons outlined below!) but lately, I’ve been thinking about them quite a bit. Mainly because I’ve had this idea for a short story that’s been bouncing around my head for quite some time now. In all honesty, it’s probably going to turn into more of a novella/novelette than a “short story” but progress is progress!
I feel the need to point out that I have written short stories before, but only for school. Otherwise, I dislike them. Here’s why:
- Short stories are haaaaaard.
- I feel like I’m constricted within certain wordcounts. When I’m writing a full-length novel, however, there is much more leniency in terms of the story’s wordcount, especially when writing for young adults, as I generally do.
- I better at writing novels. This is probably because I haven’t written many short stories.
- I don’t read a lot of them as it’s not something I particularly enjoy, so therefore I’m less inclined to write them.
But, miraculously, the other night — I decided I was going to give it a shot.
So what changed?
I have to say that it’s mainly this idea that’s been bouncing around my head… I haven’t been able to get it out, no matter what, and therefore, I thought: “Why don’t I write it?” At first, it was going to be a novel. Yet as I opened my word document and began to scrawl out the first couple of hundred words, I realized it wasn’t going to be a novel.
For a start, it would be impossible to drag it out into a 50,000 plus size, without completely ruining the idea.
So then, I started to toy with the idea of actually crafting it into a short story. And thus, House of Murder & Mayhem was born. Here’s a little bit about the novella/short story: Seven rich, aristocratic young ladies are sent a mysterious invitation to attend a ball at the Blackwell Manor by its new owners. Beautiful ball gowns, mysterious masks, and handsome men, the night is any débutante would long for… until one of the girls is found dead. And then another. And another. Trapped in the locked manor with no hope of escaping until the sun rises, they come to a terrifying conclusion: one of them is the murderer. But who?
That’s rough, I know, but you’ll get the general idea of it.