I finished this song on January 5, 2012. You can hear some of my music at chrismackey.bandcamp.com.
I sleep under a blank ceiling
My dreams rarely have a meaning
In between is a nothing that I created
I wake up mean, thinking of everything I ever hated
I think there’s a ghost living inside of me
It controls most of everything that I see
A year ago, a friend of mine had an idea for a web series. He asked me to take it from idea to script. I wrote 3 episodes and outlined 3 more. Then he made the first episode.
Here’s that pilot.
In 2011, I started and finished:
8 stories, some short, some shorter
I’m perfectly fine with these numbers looking back, while during the year I felt a constant anxiety of not “doing anything.” I think it’s mostly due to a lack of discipline. I wrote in short bursts whenever it wanted to come out. In 2012, I’ll be working toward a creative routine.
Septemer 20, 2010
This is a short story I wrote for a challenge from NPR called “Three Minute Fiction.” It’s a series of challenges to write a story that can be read out loud in three minutes.
This one had to start with the line, “Some people swore that the house was haunted.” And it had to end with the line, “Nothing was ever the same again after that.”
If you’ve read anything on this blog, you understand that I picked up my pen immediately.
Some people swore that the house was haunted, that the windows flickered with light, an occasional crash heard from the gate. I had never seen these signs of life from beyond, or any life at all.
I rode my bike by the old house every day, sometimes stopping at the gate to squint into the distance. Legend had me watching for a ghost, not the squatter that my instinct was demanding.