It is here.
I am very excited to announce that the following stories comprise the Fearful Flash Fiction finale!
First, go read little bit of weirdness in Everything.
AND I have another surprise!
The site has a brand new collection, with its very first story!
Alright, so I have some explaining to do. Let’s use headers.
Yes, I count “everything” as one of my fears. The story is weird, but with a purpose. I’ll be talking about story structure and meanings and all that jazz in a later post, so sit tight.
Part of why this story in particular is so odd is that it was indeed written at 3am. It was one of those moments where these words were running through my mind over and over, and the only way I could sleep was to put pen to paper (fingers to keyboard? Nah, that sounds creepy).
The next day I fussed around with it until I was happy, and there it is.
Failure | Parts 1 & 2
In my last blog post, I preemptively warned y’all that this story was going to blow right past the word limit. And my first draft did; I hit 3000 words long before I was even close to finished, but had to go sleep and couldn’t get back to it for a day or two.
Then, when I got back to it, I realized… it did not need to be that long.
Part of what inspired FFF was my Technical Communication courses. Stay with me here. They emphasize writing concisely towards a specific purpose or end goal.
I knew exactly what the end goal of this story was. The majority of what I was writing did not contribute to that goal. So, I scrapped it.
I started over, and ended up not too far over the word count. And then, the story was easily broken into two pieces. They can be read on their own, or together. So I thought, why not?
I debated giving the two parts different names, but they address the same topic: failure. I did not see the point of forcing a new name to one of the parts, when they were fine as-is.
Technically then, I did not break my rules for this one. Except that I did have a rough draft… which was written in more than one sitting… but we’re gonna ignore that.
Getting real for a minute: Out of all the stories in FFF, I only cried writing two of them (I know, very cliche, don’t judge me I’m an emotional person). I cried while writing one of the parts of Failure… and one of the other stories that I am not going to name (but it’s probably not the one you’re thinking of).
I’d never cried while writing until this project. I find that oddly exciting—I think I’m slowly getting on the right track here, writing-wise.
When We Need To Be
If you haven’t heard of The Last Line literary journal, go check it out! They are very cool, and the journal just happens to be from the same people behind The First Line. You may remember that a story of mine was published in TFL Vol. 20, Iss. 2. This story was a submission for TLL‘s Winter 2018 issue.
I did not get in.
However, I still really like the story that came out of the prompt.
For those of you who don’t know, the way TLL works is that for every issue, you are provided with the last line of the story. You can’t change it in any way, and it has to be the last line of whatever you write.
Y’all, that is surprisingly tough to work with.
I really enjoyed it, though. It took a long time to come up with a story that I thought worked with the prompt, and writing it was pretty intense. I had to completely rework it multiple times until I was happy.
And here’s the thing: I’m not upset that I didn’t get in. Writing is a very fulfilling activity in and of itself. I learned a lot writing this story, and still really like what I ended up with. So I’m going to share it with you! Yay!
Also, if you have never read either The First Line or The Last Line, go do that. The premise is awesome, the editors are lovely, and you should support them if you can. They aren’t free, but trust me, they’re worth it.
This story has absolutely nothing to do with FFF, so don’t expect any creepiness. But I figured, as long as I was doing a finale-type event, why not include a little surprise?
The site has a new section! Woo!
This is where I’ll be collecting things like lit mag rejects, random stories that don’t belong to any projects, and any general strangeness that happens to pop out of my brain. It’ll probably be sparse for a while, but it’s there.
Sometime in the next week or two, I will be posting a reflection on Fearful Flash Fiction. It will be about my motivations, inspirations, and lessons learned. I am not putting a deadline on this, because I have a lot of homework/actual job work/life stuff that I need to get managed.
The reflection will get written when I have a moment to breathe.
Also just in case you were wondering, I am not participating in NaNoWriMo. I thought about it a lot and would love to, but as I said a few sentences ago I do not have the time. Or to be more accurate, I could make the time, but then I would never sleep. I like sleeping, so that’s gonna be a pass for me this year.
I am hoping to do some sort of project in December, or get back to Terrorwood (I have not forgotten about it, believe me). I’ll keep y’all updated on that.
In the meantime, everybody have a lovely November, and I’ll be seeing you soon.