Story Series | "Riley: A Ghost Story"

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Or at least, that's the goal. 

I haven't been writing creatively that much this pandemic and I think that's such a wasted opportunity. I've been working on the same damn novel since I was about 16 and with all this spare time, I might just be able to finish it. MIGHT. 

Thankfully I'm feeling pretty inspired lately (if only by the impending appearance of spring and, I daresay, the light now visible at the end of this pandemic-tunnel) so I thought I'd try something to keep my motivation and productivity up: posting my book, chapter by chapter, in a series of blog posts. Here. For no one to read, really, but that's fine. I figure that by publishing it in weekly instalments, I'll have something like a schedule, and it'll feel like more of a responsibility than something I can just forget about for months on end. 

So, may I introduce the little story I've been writing for over a decade: Riley: A Ghost Story. (And that's not necessarily its official name. If anyone out there has a better idea, please share.)

This is my attempt at a black comedy. A goofy horror-romance. After all these years and all its variations, I honestly cannot tell if it sucks or not, but I have lots of fun writing it (and rewriting it, and rewriting it). It's about a gutsy young heiress to a horror novelist's fortune who moves into an old home in Montmartre, Paris. She soon discovers she's not alone in the house. 

Every Monday, starting tomorrow, I'll start posting the chapters I've already written, and hopefully I'll manage to wrap this thing up as I go. 

ALL RIGHT. LET'S GIVE 'ER A TRY. I'm definitely gonna need some wine for this...