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.

September

Oh, did it sound like I said I’d start writing a novel for a “summer” project?  Obviously I meant to say “September.”  Actually, I’m kind of in the mood to get a little head start on it.  So: Good for me!  Right?

But never fear, I also have a September writing plan for the shorter attention span.  I intend to do “30 Days of Biking” and go for at least one (Nice Ride) bike ride every day in September — and I’ll be writing at least one piece of flash fiction inspired by each day’s bike riding.  So possibly that will just mean a lot of tweets about an idiot riding nowhere in the rain.  But if that’s the case, it ought to make working on the novel seem relativity appealing.  See, just because I’m not doing it doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.

sweat equity

But enough about my bikes.

Now if I can just spend as much time writing as I’ve been spending getting some exercise, this novel of my mine will be in really good shape!

Ask me about my novel…bike(s).

Nice Ride MN-62

Originally uploaded by tsuacctnt

Somewhere I read or heard some excellent advice to the effect that anyone who talks about her own novel-in-progress to random people risks talking herself out of writing the novel. So thanks for asking, random person, but I’m not telling. Oh no no, I’m not calling you a random person. I’ll tell you anything you want to know about — hey look at all my new bikes!!! Happy shiny distracting bikes…

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