Echoes In The Mind

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Well, I am going to be late with my Flash Fiction Friday #4 entry, but this time it will be due to my lack of internet access. I will be out of town for the week, and will be lucky if I can connect with the dreaded…. dialup. (I may faint right here and now.)  However, I do have an idea, and get this, and outline. (Yeah… no kidding.)  So, I should be able to at least write it.

I’ll submit it when I get back to civilization.

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Yes, that’s right. I admit it. I am a cheater. I submitted my entry for Flash Fiction #3 after the deadline. I really have no excuse. Procrastination reared its ugly head, and I kept putting it off. And really, what a time to put something off. I mean, all I had to do was write a bad story. I do that practically everyday in my head, and yet I couldn’t sit down and write a bloody horrible story until an hour before it was due. I finished the story about 30 minutes after 12 midnight, but it took a bit longer to trim the fat (i.e. the word count).

I don’t even know if it is sufficiently bad. Wouldn’t that be a hoot. In intending to write a bad story, I write a half-way decent one. Sad. Sad. Sad.

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This entry will not be about writing. Five years ago today, I was sitting in front of my computer and alternating my line of sight between the monitor and the horror plastered on the television screen. Earlier that morning, I had been terrified, wondering if my father had the early shift or late shift at his work near the Pentagon in DC. I hoped that for one of the few times in his life he was late for whatever reason. My fears were unfounded. He was fine, and had only been on his way in to work when the third plane hit the Pentagon. He was okay.

I remember feeling lost, like someone had torn a fabric of my future from me, as I watched those horrible images unfold. The only thing that kept me coherent were the people I had met on-line because of a kinship that had grown from a shared liking of a science fiction B-movie. Strange as it was, these people had become my friends and now we were sharing one of the most painful moments of our lives together. It was something unexpected and beyond tragic.

Even today, though I’ve drifted away from these friends, I still think of them and how they helped me through that day. For me, that was the most important memory I could take away from that day. This day. And, I am grateful.

For my friends at PB.

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So, I am starting at the beginning… again. I’ve been participating in Flash Fiction Friday for the past two weeks now. And, I’ve been having a lot of fun. This week’s prompt is slightly more difficult, for me at least. It involves writing badly. Okay so it’s not THAT difficult, but still to write badly on purpose. You could almost trip yourself up and write a good story. Plus we must use a certain amount of words from a word list given by our Mistress of Flash, Laurie from Peregrinas. Oh, and our word limit for this week’s challenge involves a minimum and maximum word limit.

I don’t know what these challenges will lead to. Perhaps I’ll decide to look over at my story list and pick one and just write the sh!% out of it. I don’t know. I’m afraid to even look past this week’s challenge. However, I have triumphed over one of my bad habits. In the past, everytime I’ve started a story, I would just stop and let it rot. I can’t tell you how many story fragments I have on my computers. They could all be compiled to make a book or at least a small novella. Well, I started last week’s challenge pretty early and then left it alone. Suddenly, it was Thursday. However, I didn’t panic. I simply clicked on the story tab, did a quick review, and began writing again until I finished it. I did have to do some editing, but it was done. It felt kind of historic and a bit empowering. Needless to say, I felt good.

So, let’s knock on some wooden pencils and hope that this continues.

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That’s two in a row ladies and gentleman. Two stories, albeit really short stories, that I’ve written. This week’s was supposed to have a limit of 1,000 words. However, I’ve gone slightly passed that by roughly 60 words. I am a bit frustrated, but oh well. I’ll live.

The story and this week’s prompt appears in the post below.

It is no longer password protected and now is within the 1,000 word limit.
It is password protected so anyone who wants to read it, and does not already know the password, can e-mail me at larisse at gmail dot com and put Flash Fiction Friday #2 Password Request in the subject. If you can help me lower the word count to the 1,000 word limit, many thanks will head your virtual way.

Critiques are a bit more welcome this week. I think my skin has grown a bit thicker already. Have fun and enjoy… or don’t. Either is okay with me. I am just basking in the glow of something long overdue.

Oh, and feel free to comment on the first story, as well. I think I’ve fixed the comment problem.

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