Working on "Seeing Stella" - an Occult Realist Horror story about a guy who gets vaguely involved and obsessed with a woman name Stella. He end's up seeing her in various parts of the city he lives in, ends up having this strange and hideous version of her break into his house. I've got an ending line which I like:
The last I heard from Stella was a scratching at my window. My friends say it was “just the wind rustling against the trees” but I know better. Stella is in all of us, in me, in everything — and that’s why I know I’ll see her again.
I'm still settling into it. I did some non-fiction tonight, which I'm happy with. I intend to write some tomorrow. I'm in a "restless insomnia" sort of mood rn though.
I want to eventually work up to a novel but it's a struggle. I want to write longer and longer short fiction until I can handle a Novellete or a Novella, and then do a Novel.
I'm in the research and plot development stage of a historical Southern Gothic novel with overtones of magical realism. That's a fancy way of saying I'm reading papers, daydreaming, and making disorganized notes.