Writing...Possibly...One Day

I've been entertaining a notion of writing some fiction and posting it on here. It isn't any of my planned fiction -- by which I should admit to not working on very frequently -- but more of a spontaneous, episodic, I write whatever I want kind of thing, but within the boundaries of what I've created already. That's a cumbersome way of saying I'm going to write short stories set within a world I made up for other stories but will now shamelessly exploit. 

The two characters will be Matthias Machabeli, a saint who replaced Judas Iscariot after he "committed suicide," and Coriander Meier, who woke up in his bedroom one morning and really wished, at times, she hadn't. This is that kind of story.

A weird kind of story. I'd tell you more, except I haven't got anymore at the moment, because I hadn't really given more details to this beyond naming characters and scanning a couple random sketches to appease those who like visuals, like Sassy.

The nice part about this is that I don't have to actually follow-through with writing in any particular length of time. Or, really, at all. Yes, I rather like the lack of pressure and potential for procrastination inherent in this entire notion. This is brilliant.

So what we've actually accomplished here today: Kid told you he had an idea, and he might even be serious about it, but chances are slim on this idea coming to fruition. Then again, having low expectations and being blown the fuck away makes a big impression.