Egoliminarium

I wonder why I can’t write anything about myself without going dramatic. Dissatisfaction?

Well, anyway, I had another idea the other day. Maybe a story, I don’t know. I was thinking “what if a story was told entirely from a viewpoint of objects?” which turned into “What if a band of serial killers gathered up in an antique shop at Budapest?” I figured it might make create interesting protagonists… Abandoned objects of the past age, actively continuing to do what they were meant to; kill. The famed swords of El Cid, the needle heart of Koschei, the bullet that started the First World War, and such strange objects with a history. Then, I had an idea for a theme–“should one change?” If I do decide to write it out, it would be in an episodic format, most likely, with the episodes approaching the overarching plot… The killers might choose to move on, some might choose to remain where they are. That’s what a history does, isn’t it?

Eh, you know, that didn’t really help. Bah.