For this week, the Flash Fiction challenge was to select at random 3 out of 9 quirky phrases, and use them in a 1000 word story. I got creepy train, sympathetic mobster, and absent-minded surgeon. I was almost done last night, but happy hour at my local, Grey's Anatomy re-runs, and a physio appointment all got in the way. I like the way this story unfolded, though. Just under the 1000 word limit.
That's often my process, especially for my weekly Flash Fiction stories, due every Friday. I do get them done, but should probably add to the list Promise - that next time I'll get at it sooner. Or not. This week I had an outline Friday Morning and a few hours later was lucky enough to have a story. Doesn't always work that well.
And Ientered acontest.
For this week, the Flash Fiction challenge was to write a story based on one of six settings--with each one specifying the time, weather, location, and feeling. I got "It's noon. There's bright sunshine. You're high up in a mountain. There's a creepy feel to the place."
Here's my story. Written very last minute, just proving t myself that I do well with last minute deadlines, especially when I already have planned out the character, their issues, and plot points. Basically a fill in the blanks after that for m, then a quick edit. Mine was just at the 1000 word limit.
I find I collect a few new aches and pains and physical limitations every year. My sister often says it's because I'm getting old - true, but I prefer it to be a process of getting older, day by day, since I was born. I'm still doing pretty good
Not so much my garden bench. It's one of those fake teakwoods, maybe Shorea? I bought it maybe 10 years ago, and enjoyed it at my house. When I sold the house, I gave the bench - in pieces - to a friend. I have it back now, but it spent 7 or so years in storage, so is really dried out, with a number of cracks. It was a beauty day out there, so I put on shorts, did some gardening, then tackled the bench. I oiled the hell out of it, but the seat fell apart during assembly. Several times. A dozen slats to fit back in each time. I'll try again tomorrow, when I'm calmer ;-)
Writerly things have gone okay the past few days - status below.