Detritus fought me. It wanted to go the way it wanted to go. I had writers’ block every couple of days writing this beast. I wasn’t expecting the main character’s decisions, the kids’ reactions, the neighbor (at all), or for this to end the way I wanted it to.
The story itself sparked off of a Metallica song: “Low Man’s Lyric” from Reload. Other music I listened to while I wrote was Shaman’s Harvest’s album Red Hands, Black Deeds, their Smokin’ Hearts and Broken Guns, and The Pretty Reckless’s Going to Hell. I also listened to a couple of “best of” type Rolling Stones albums.
Part of how it fought me was that it refused to be longer than a novella. Right now, this is it. Who knows if another song will spark another part? I’ve got it priced fairly reasonably for a novella, I think. And it’s available to read for free if you subscribe to Amazon’s update of the old concept of a subscription library, Kindle Unlimited.
Without further ado: