Yesterday, an idea popped into my head. It was probably a consequence of discussions I’ve read online over recent weeks. Essentially, it involved the question of whether I could break out of my normal two genres, science fiction and fantasy, and write something entirely different. More, could I do it in a different style. It was certainly a challenging idea.
I should say that I have attempted this before, but for entirely different reasons. In one instance, I was writing during a lunch hour at my then place of work. It was akin to “automatic writing” in that I was simply setting down on paper a vision that was passing through my mind, with no voluntary control of it whatsoever. When I read what I had written, it was like reading something written by a stranger. On the second occasion, however, I had set out to prove a point, following something of a religious debate. I had asserted that any reasonably competent writer could produce a considerable body of writings, each in a significantly different style. I was, unfortunately, prevented from completing that by a bout of migraines, but the few pieces I had finished did prove my point.
Yesterday, however, the idea was a challenge to myself! It insisted that I should attempt to step out of my comfort zone. Now, I’m not about to write a novel to accomplish this! I am, though, a fair way through a short story that may be sufficient to achieve the result the idea demands. If I’m reasonably happy with the result, I’ll be publishing it as an ebook. I’ve already established that it is refreshing. I may even do similar exercises in future, when the mood strikes.