My dear readers, school is a vicious beast, and it’s been snapping at my legs since it began again 6 weeks ago. I’ve hardly had time to think, much less write. But, as you writers out there know, just because you don’t have time to write doesn’t mean the stories stop coming – it just means you constantly feel like your head is going to explode from all the racket your characters (new and old) are making up there.
For the last few weeks, I’ve had a number of little ideas flitting about. Little ideas. The kinds of ideas I might turn into a poem. Yet, these ideas have refused the thought of becoming poems. And so, I’ve come to a conclusion. These ideas, these stories, were born for flash fiction. But not just ordinary flash fiction – extreme flash fiction. We’re talking less than 100 words each here, folks. No more than two paragraphs. These stories are meant to be very minimalistic, very fast, but emotionally charged and full of meaning – often multiple meanings. The kind of thing an English major like myself can go all-out on. The idea received much positive feedback on Facebook, so I have decided that I will be using them to kill two birds with one stone.
I am attempting to write one of these flash fictions every day, a minimum of 5 a week, to keep the words flowing. I will be posting them here as they’re written, though you’ll see little else of me. My plan is to post something every day, either a flash fiction, or a quote I enjoy like I did yesterday. I will also soon be giving you all an update on my publication process – you can expect to hear more on that in late October. The first of these flash fictions will go live shortly after this post.