Reworking an old unpublished short story today and thinking how the plot sounds pretty silly when I say it as a sort of logline:
An elderly couple living in an old farm house are invaded by snarling pig creatures and must fight to survive.
Late night B flick. All I need now are a few giant tarantulas and a laser beam of some sort.
But I’m trying to make it work. It’s an exercise…in stupidity more than likely.
I’m attempting a bit of dark humor with it…I’ve revised it several times and am now rewriting the ending completely….endings are a problem area for me…in life, and in writing. If I get lucky, I MIGHT just sell this baby for $10 and a contributor’s copy! Wahoo.