It’s been a goal of mine to write fiction ever since I realized how fun ink-slinging was. This week, I took a step in that direction and tried my hand at writing a short story. It was a lot of fun, I can tell you. Michael Wright was kind enough to feature it as a guest post on Novel Idea, so if you’re interested, you can click here to read it. Thoughts, opinions, and critiques would be greatly appreciated (I particularly curious to know how the ending affected you).
The story is, first and foremost, bizarre. And that’s part of the fun of it. It’s based on a tale that I heard while at a rendezvous one year. It intrigued me, and I wanted to see if I could take a few brief sentences and make a full-fledged short story out of them. I altered certain details and added new ones altogether, but the basic premise is the same.
And of course, having dabbled in the medium of the short story, the first thing that inevitably comes to my mind is a quote by master storyteller Ray Bradbury:
It is hard for me to believe that in one lifetime I have written so many stories. But on the other hand I often wonder what other writers do with their time. Writing, for me, is akin to breathing. It is not something I plan or schedule; it’s something I just do.