I'm working on a novel about a female contractor named Bala who is slowly being seduced by the call of the evil church bells next door to her new house.
The bells themselves are evil, and their toll actually turns out to be the screams of the dead for which they rang. *bats eyes again* Aren't I a sweet girl?
It's an interesting story so far. It started as a weird short story I wrote... a running internal monologue of 5000 words, lol. That short appears in the novel as a journal of Bala's late aunt, who was also a victim of the bells. (Insomnia plays a big factor in this book too). It's turning out a bit different than I imagined, but that's so not a bad thing with this one. Bala and the dead aunt both share the suffering of insomnia after the deaths of their families. Auntie went stir crazy(she heard the bells from the day her husband and daughter were buried until the day she died, ring time increasing from just night time to 24/7... for some thirty odd years), Bala becomes a work-aholic. Bala starts hearing the bells too after a while of rebuilding her aunt's house... it's a difficult concept to explain lol.
ETA: I don't mind you being whiny. I whine myself from time to time... once or twice a day... every day.... for all my life...
