I have a long list of stories that haven't quite perked to their full potential as bigger and what I thought were better at the times came to the surface. The ones on my list that are treading water waiting to be rescued have the potential to be great works of literary art--says my over-weening pride and high hopes.
My two favorite wanna bes are:
Tag, you're dead!
Where neighbors, ex-lovers and wives plot to get rid of the jerk in their lives. Character X is a total toad. He cheats on his wife and dumps his lover as he has an epiphany and decides to right a wrong. Too late pal! Same said toad has screwed his friends over financially in a business deal--never come between a man and his money! You get the idea. His neighbors hate him enough to do him in as well. If and when this turkey buys the farm, the suspect list will be long --can you class action murder?
I quit my day job for this?
My sort of true life of madness, comedy and getting it down on paper. Here and re-examine my childhood-Freud would have a field day! Figure out what went wrong in marriage #1 and discover that my self-depricating sense of humor came from that mess. From there I try to reassemble my life while avoiding the dreaded rubber room.
Dead on their feet--A womans lover and dance partner has been murdered leaving her with no one to compete with in the silver ball championships. Alone and sad in a bar she comes across Marcus, a sexy Australian on vacation in Rio de Janeiro who is more than happy to put on his dancing shoes and tango his way to a victory and maybe her bed.