It is honestly difficult to not inject some amount of humour into my stories, no matter how serious or grotesque, so letting myself write something intentionally goofy scratches an itch. And like an itch, scratching it is not necessarily productive (which is to say, it’s difficult to sell humour. Or at least it’s difficult to sell humour to genre magazines, which tend to take themselves Seriously to Prove that they are Serious Business and deserving of Serious Attention).

(“But Laura! Shouldn’t you be writing for the love of writing? Must everything you write sell?“

lol, yes? Preferably? I would like that thank you.)

If I’m remembering right, the inception for this story came from the schoolyard rhyme featured partway through. I have a dim recollection of walking down a residential neighbourhood and this popping into my head, whereupon I texted it to myself to keep it in mind. (My phone is oldschool and doesn’t have apps. Or if it does I don’t know about it.) I think I texted it to a friend too, saying “This needs to become something.” Turning it into a B-movie seemed logical. And I’ve long been a fan of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, so throwing in references to interocitors also seemed logical. (Fun Easter egg, the Bill in the story is based on Bill from “The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.”)

For anyone wondering who exactly Mabel’s ‘friend’ is and what their living arrangements are, that’s entirely Mabel’s beeswax and she’ll thank you to mind your own.

Final note: I did not realise how many varietals of potato there are and yes I did look it up.

SCIENCE!

Anyway please enjoy Through the Eyes of My Creator, published by the good folks at Daikaijuzine who appreciate the goofier things in life (and genre fiction).