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.

the omnivore’s die-lemma

I joined Twitter less than three weeks ago, and since then I’ve caught myself writing at least three (fiction) tweets with a cannibalism theme.  Thaumatrope published one of them, which is cool, but I’m going to hang onto the others for now.  Purely in a transparent attempt to appear well-balanced.  In the meantime, I will give you stories about…vegetables.  Yeah, when I wrote yesterday’s post (in response to a Plinky prompt to write a 200-word story as fast as I could), I probably overcompensated by forcing the story to be about cucumbers.

easy come, easy drop dead

Yesterday I had to be around someone who was having a very bad mood in my general direction.  Which left a lingering bad mood in my general vicinity.  Until I realized I can use this.  Now, one of my weaknesses as a plotter is that I’ve always been too reluctant to let anything really terrible happen to my painstakingly created characters.  But I am willing — eager, even — to make an exception in this case.