Project 13

Towards the end of last year I was approached by a very talented up and coming writer by the name of Nick Keller. Nick's read a couple of my short stories and we've exchanged the odd email from time to time. Nick invited me to take part in a collaborative project with about ten or twelve other writers.

The idea is to write a short story based on one central theme which is "13."

Sure, I said. It will be great fun. The ego was flying high. Here's a writer I admire, and he asks me to come into a project he's co-editing.

Today, I found out who the other writers are. My response: Oh Fuck!!!

I've come across some of the writers taking part in this project and there's some serious talent in there. Which means I'm going to have to up my game. I know, I know, that's a positive, but still: Oh Fuck!!!

To make matters worse I've already finished one story for the project, but it wasn't up to muster, by my own standards. I'm hard at work on story number 2. I have a working title: The Number 13 to Peckham. I'm about 3000 words in. I like the story that's unfolding, but I'm not certain that I'm doing it justice. Fuck!!!

Oh, well. There's only one thing to do and that's finish the damn thing. I'm off to catch a bus.

Cheers - Mike