My next short story is “Ripples in the Pool”, which will be the seventh short story in my “For a Few Gold Pieces More” collection. I added 3000 more words tonight and somehow, not to my surprise, I’ve jumped off of my outline and completely changed the direction the story was going when I started thinking, now how would Clint handle this if he was playing a thief in a medieval fantasy world instead of the American Southwest in the 1870s.
I’ve jokingly said this short story collection reminds me of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser as told by Sergio Leone, but this story in particular feels like my main character is channeling Clint in a big way.
I really need to look up the “Man with No Name” soundtracks to write these short stories to. Somehow I’ve transported a Mexican border village into this fictional world and it’s working.
Not that that’s a bad thing, by the way. *grin*