I have several open projects. Some are straight up fan fics. Others are original works. This may just me beating myself up, but this is my attempt at taking stock of what I've left as literary debris.
A story involving a group of kids trying to turn a local dead mall into something useful and fun rather than it getting bulldozed for more condos. Has urban fantasy elements in it, discusses disability, and the privilage money provides. I haven't been working on it because I don't people well. In spite of how unrealistic reality itself has felt, I just get scared when trying to write these people.
Necromancer Pawn Shop owner in a world where magic is both inborn, and necromancy is illegal. This is more on the urban magitek side of things than 'tolkien ripoff world five billion.' I really should pick this one back up.
A story set in the world of Knight Rider where a twenty something with vision issues managed to buy a crate from Knight Industires containing parts to KITT's 'evil' twin KARR. Goes intothe matter of rehabilitation, artificial intelligance, disability, and is mostly a bouncy adventure. I started writing this before LLM based AI was all over the news, and ChatGPT and the like kinda sapped my interest. That and I'dh it a point in the story that I legitimately didn't want to write because 'I am going to make the main character go blind now.'
Technically a sequel to something I'd written in chunks for reddit's r/hfy in the 'dungeon core' subgenre of fantasy. Dungeon core being where an intelligance has to use what control over an enviroment it is within to affect the world rather tha ndirectly adventure. Typically blends with city and civ building. The sequel series was going to take place twenty years later with humans being born into a world of orks, elves, halflings, and the like and how that changes things.
Sequel to something I wrote over a decade ago centering on a n earth without humans and focusing on a group of intelligant machiens trying to make the city they're living in into something other than a slowly rotting husk as well as another group of robots sent from a Mars colony that never got to open up because of humanity going away. Forget why I never picked this one up.
A story I'd told my grandad about ... literally days before he died. A road trip of sorts through a steampunk-esque america. I don't have my notes anymore, and I honestly feel pretty terrible for letting this one go to rot.
All of these are things I have to pick back up. I also need to let myself make mistakes, so that I can actually write rather than fet that whatever I try will leave the audiance laughing at how bad it all is. I can't let that fear rule me. It's ensured I've gotten nothing done.
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