I’m picking away at a story that may-or-may-not be ready for Xchyler’s next anthology contest (open now). But, I really have my doubts about it.
I’m already 3K words into the 10-15K word story and just barely finished the intro, which probably means it’ll read slow at the start. I’m also already struggling with a flat and underdeveloped character. . . Sigh, I know it’ll be great once the conflict develops, but I just hope I can pull it together to keep the readers reading till that point!
Here’s a little taste of what spilled onto the page last night:
Brooks acted quickly, and slammed a large glass beaker over the autonomous machine. Now that it was contained he joined Elizabeth in staring at it as it pushed and poked at the sides of its transparent prison.
“It— It’s acting on its own. I’ve never seen a shard do that before,” spoke Miss Paramour breathlessly.
“It’s a miracle,” added Brooks.
A smile emerged at the corner of his partner’s mouth.
“It’s kind of cute, like a little metal octopus.” she said.
“A naughty one,” commented Jim as he watched the thing ram the side of the glass in an attempt to break through, an attempt thwarted by his own firm and on the top of the container.
“Yes, and that’s what we shall call it, ‘Nautilus’—‘Nauty’ for short.
“But you already gave it a name, and it doesn’t much look like a Nautilus.”
“Oh, hush. It didn’t like its other name, and I don’t rightly care what it doesn’t look like. I shall call it Nauty.”