Story a Day Report for May 1st

Story Title: None

Word Count: 5,300

Total Time: 6 hours, 15 minutes (though I imagine it might have been a little less, as that whole presidential announcement proved to be quite a distraction).

Genre: Personal alternate history

Comments: It has a beginning, middle, and end, but it’s not complete. There are brackets where sections need to be finished and filled in. Still, the structure and major plot points are all there. The biggest problem right now is that it’s very heavy on the exposition, but sparse on dialogue. This is one of my major writing issues, though, so I’m not surprised. I think this piece has potential, but it will definitely need a lot of work.

One Week Until Story-A-Day!

I’m looking forward to doing Story-A-Day again this year (and hopefully, not getting so far behind 3/4 of the way through that I almost give up). I already have more than enough prompts to get me through the month, too. I currently have 43 ideas, titles, or other inspirational notes to keep me going. So if something never strikes my fancy, I have plenty of backup.

I won’t be posting my stories here (because editors/publishers often won’t look at pieces published on personal blogs), but I will be chronicling my progress.

It looks like I’m going to have a busy week coming up (a 3-hour dental appointment, starting a new job, etc.), but I think I can get one story completely done before the month of mass first drafts begins. I can’t wait to see all the new stories that next month will bring.

Terribleminds Flash Fiction Challenge

I’m a big fan of Chuck Wendig, and I’m also a fan of flash fiction. Thus, when Chuck Wendig issues a flash fiction challenge, I heed the call. Well, sometimes. Whenever I’m not trying to finish ten thousand other projects.

The current challenge is to create a piece of flash fiction using these five words, either in the piece or conceptually: figure, dust, flirt, mobile phone, wig.


“I know you from somewhere,” he said, leaning in closer than I allow strangers to get. I could feel the dust filling in the lines of my palms as I pressed them against the wall. Frat boys didn’t seem particularly adept at cleaning.

“I’m sorry, but I’m sure we haven’t met,” I replied. “I know you’re not in any of my classes.”

“Yeah, but I know I’ve seen you around somewhere. I wouldn’t forget a face as pretty as yours.” He grinned, apparently proud of his pathetic attempt at flirtation.

“Well, it’s a small campus. We’ve probably crossed paths at some point. Now, if you’ll excuse me -”

“Wait, wait, I know! You’re that nude model for the art department.”

“Oh, you’re in the figure drawing class? Awesome. But really, I -”

“No, I took figure drawing last semester. I’m in sculpture now. But I’ve seen portraits of you all over the studio.”

“Ah. Right.”

“I recognize you by your hair. People love to draw your hair.” He reached out to tug one of the curly grants that never stay straight no matter what I do. When I flinch, he takes his hand away and pulls out his cell phone. “So, what’s your number?”

“None of your damn business.” I finally push him aside and head for the door. Maybe I should start wearing wigs to work, I think as I step outside.