And what a difference a year can make.
One year ago I decided to commit myself to writing and publishing a new piece of original flash fiction every Friday. There have now been fifty-two of those Fridays, and I'm a little beside myself.
When I started this, I had never actually written a piece of flash fiction. My very first flash story was based around a gimmick that would allow me to cheat the word count by not attributing any of the dialog. And, let's face it, the first month and a half weren't very good. They weren't unreadable by any stretch, but they had some very rough edges.
Still, you have to crawl before you can walk, etc, and it's been an interesting journey. There was the month of Storymatic posts which included my absolute favorite, a silly medieval fantasy piece called Dragon Steaks. There was the month of Jethro Tull stories. And the smattering of ridiculously meta fiction. During this past year I've had a story adapted for radio and another that ran in a professional market. I also fixed a dreadful SEO problem and got lots of practice writing, honing my craft. So, altogether, I would call this a productive little experiment.
Next question: now what? Well, I'm not sure. I want to keep having regular posts, but I haven't yet decided if I'm going to start something new and more ambitious or just keep this going for another year. Or maybe both. Or, hell, I may even take a month to regroup. I guess you'll just have to wait until Friday to find out.
So let me close with this: I've enjoyed the hell of out this bizarre writing project, and I hope a few you have enjoyed reading it. Talk to you in a few.