warming up

Well, I’ve already failed the riding portion of my personal 30 Days of Biking challenge. But that’s no reason not to continue the writing aspect of it. I mean, this just adds an extra layer of fiction to my fiction, right? (And for the record, I am getting plenty of exercise in other forms, so I don’t even have to feel bad about not biking quite every day.) Turns out, a little flash fiction is a really fun way to start my writing day. I appreciate (and/or need) the daily reminder that, oh yeah, I do this because I like it.

cannibalism & plastic surgery

Twitter: it’s not just for cannibalism anymore.  I’ve also been writing lots of little stories about plastic surgery.  You know what that means!  More veggies! 

It’s September, which means I’ve got two writing projects going: a novel, and 30+ flash fictions for “30 Days of Biking.”  Today I made progress on both projects, despite a total lack of cannibalism and plastic surgery.  (So far.)

Day 1 (1 bike ride) flash stories:

At Point A she’s the pest a tourist will Photoshop from a shot of Nice Ride bikes.  An exterminator van waits at Point B.

My head swells in its helmet.  The bike rider just ahead of me is bareheaded.  There are fractured skulls (ha ha!) tattooed on the backs of his arms.  I smile at them while we wait at the intersection.  When the green light comes, it hits me like kryptonite:  Ouch!  Between triceps and self-righteousness, I’ve got weak spots where a helmet is no help at all.