I’ve started following terribleminds specifically because I’ve missed writing flash fiction in answer to challenges. terribleminds is the site of Chuck Wendig, a “novelist, screenwriter, and game designer.”
He does a thing where he posts a flash fiction challenge and gives you a week to answer it. You can then post a link to your work on his site.
This week, he used THIS TITLE GENERATOR and came up with ten titles:
The River’s Mask
Across the Parlour and the Exile
Out of the Carnival and the Soul
The Crow of Nine-World
To Dance Beyond The Hand
The Living House’s Rabbit
The Goblet of Lost Chicago
Readers are to pick one and go off to a dark corner and write a 2,000 words flash piece.
“Wait a second!” yell some of my readers. “You’re supposed to finish NNWM-2K15!”
And, that I will. Soon, too. But I had a long day yesterday of doing stuff that, while somewhat enjoyable, was not relaxing. At 11:30 last night, I started writing a flash piece. I meant to only write for an hour or so, but I ended up finishing the piece at around 2:00am. Another twenty minutes to proof it, and then I went to bed.
Now, I have a huge problem. I like the piece. No, really. I know I like everything I write, but this is different. I really like it. Be it because it’s fresh on my mind, or because I’m getting delusional in my old age, I think I can sell this.
But . . . FNASR.
No, seriously. If I just share this all nilly-willy like, no one will buy it because they will consider it already published. The answer, of course, is offering it in a password protected post. I mean, I’ve yet to test the premise, but that’s what I’ve been told. I sure hope it’s right because I really want to sell this piece. Yeah, you’re right . . . I want to sell everything I write. Whatever.
The bottom line, at the end of the day, after all is said and done, and other trite sayings, the story will go out in the next post; a password-protected post. As a courtesy to current readers, I will send the password out via e-mail.
New readers can ask for it in the comments below. I hope Mr. Wendig won’t be mad at me for this little bit of self-protection.
Oh, here’s a picture or two for them who don’t like reading (them be big photos . . . click for the larger version to open in a new tab or window, and yes, those are eBay listings photos) . . .
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