A horror story: how adorable

Is it right to take out snippets of chapters of the novel and turn them into short stories? Yes, I am asking you, my very uncommunicative audience! What do you think?
Yes, I desperately need some more practice and what could be better than writing certain passages over and over again? Or will it just make me dizzy? I hope not! But there are some changes visible when I look at the progress.


(...) Clearly there was no one else but her in the house. But still the young woman felt uneasy, listening in on every little noise she heard. Even the familiar ones sounded peculiar in her ears, and strange shadows seemed to crawl slowly alongside her bedroom wall. She could only see them when she didn’t look at them directly but in the corner of her eyes she could sense things moving. (...)


Well it's horror 101, don't you think? Can't say that I haven't read that one before..


(...) There wasn’t anything to fear when she was in the house by daylight, with a clear vision and a point of view about life. But the nights were open minefields and within their reach everything became possible, especially when her mind slowly faded away in a crepuscular state but her body denied her the much desired wish to sleep. Her vision was blurry but yet her senses seemed to sharpen and all those dark things surrounding her appeared one by one on the horizon of her mind. (...)

Woohoo, that's better, but still there's a "Chucky" hidden somewhere. I hope not under my keyboard.

Let's see what will happen next!

As good as I get

Hey there, world, it's me again, having a blast.
As I reported earlier, I am currently involved in writing short stories rather than hanging on to the big project. The reasoning behind this is that I recently realized that I need more exercise before I'll really be able to proceed with the novel.
It's still out there, waiting to be written, because the idea still rocks my boat, but I fear that at this point my inferior writing skills would ruin a completely fine idea and I wouldn't want to do that. I have seen some incredibly amateurish writing in many first novels and I guess I can't deny the fact that I am an amateur lacking technical skill, but I can at least practice my craft to the point where I look like an amateur aspiring to be something more. That's all I want, really.

Happy New Year...

Since I don't have anything of real substance to talk about let me complain a little about something personal.
Getting old stinks.
For those of you young enough not to have felt the side effects of aging: congrats. For all those others: it stinks stinks STINKS, doesn't it!

There's nothing wrong with aging un-dignified if you ask me. I plan on complaining, whining and lamenting about it all the way through until the white light finally makes me feel fuzzy and warm again. Hopefully.

The reason why I am writing about this at all is because I seriously can't believe that I spent the shortest period (in years) of my life being not old and didn't even have the brains to appreciate what that really meant. Since my late 20s everything went downhill, and I mean literally, because either gravity began to take its toll or things just started to fall apart. Like a slightly rotten wodden box. A little overly dramatic, I admit..

But it will get worse with every year to come. So you either have to close your eyes and walk right through it or you do as I do. Noticing even the slightest change and being terrified by it! Sounds like much more fun to me!