Some of my all time favorite books are the ones I read in late Elementary and Middle School. There was this sense of genuine ridiculousness and wild imagination that was so natural at the time.
A book about a kid with a magical cupboard that brings his figurines to life? Or the castle in the attic? What about the kids who realize their teacher is an alien? Or the one where the back of the wardrobe is a doorway into another world? Or the horror stories where a kid gets turned into a bee and has to figure out how to get back? Calvin and Hobbes?
That’s what’s so wonderful about those early stories, that anything, anything was possible. The more ridiculous the better. Some were truly ridiculous but at the same time they were so genuine. They were somehow real and yet unpredictable. There were no rules except to inspire wonder.
When I decided to start writing stories I knew at least some of them would be for my daughter and I really wanted to emulate the feelings that I got from books at her age. However, I also wanted to bring some of that into the other stories I was doing too, which isn’t easy.
It’s more difficult with adults because stories need to have enough grounding, adults have a lot more established beliefs and opinions. There can be an element of wonder, of the unexpected, but too much and they don’t like it. We know what we like and we tend to pick out books that fit within comfortable niche. They don’t have to follow all the stereotypes but neither can they stray too far.
Family and friends that I’ve shown my work to, people that know me, have been very pleased and accepting but I have to say that I get some strange looks from everyone else when I describe my stories. Sometimes, I’m not sure how to describe them or even what genre they are.
Geeks, Greens and Guns… A normally stoic enforcer for the mob in Las Vegas gets sucked into a light hearted UFO story outside Area 51. It’s kind of funny, nobody dies and there’s a happy ended. I suppose it counts as Sci-Fi?
The Apocalypse Gazette: After an epic apocalypse a guy is all alone in his small town, goes crazy with nerves and loneliness, and decides to write a newspaper documenting it all. I did a whole post before about how I’m not sure what genre this story should be. It’s funny, it’s light hearted, it’s weird and it’s got a talking cat. Apocalyptic humor?
Still Life, with Zombie: I can’t remember if I’ve written about this one here, it’s a story about a retired doctor living in a remote area and the zombie apocalypse. It’s dark humor, a little scary, but has what I consider the most heart warming ending of all my stories. It needs a lot of work, I’ve been editing it for a while, but where does it fit in with readers? It’s nowhere near the usual zombie story, very little action. Horror, I suppose? But that doesn’t really seem to fit.
I’ve written some stories for my kid that she’s really enjoyed and I’ve written some others that are more “normal”, but that ones that really stick with me are the weird ones. While I might struggle with them, or even what to call them, I’m imminently pleased with how they’ve been turning out. They represent some of that childish wonder but in unexpected places. They’re fun to write and they’re the kinds of stories that I want to read, they don’t fit into neat categories. They open the doors to all the impossible possibilities.