Hey folks, let’s get real for a moment. Indie publishing isn’t a get-rich-quick scheme. It’s more like a maybe-you’ll-get-a-fancy-coffee-drink-once-in-a-while scheme. That’s why so many Indie Authors also have a day job (cue the scary music). Well, I don’t have one of those either. I used to. It made things like buying groceries and keeping my car in working order a whole lot easier. I’d like to have one again, but that’s not in the cards at the moment.
I was supposed to post this on April 1st. Would you believe it’s a long delayed April Fool’s day joke?
Yeah, didn’t think so.
The truth is I’ve been dealing with my asshole brain. Sorry if that offends anyone, but really that’s that mildest term I can come up with that even comes close to how I feel about it. Clinically, it’s referred to as one or more of the following: depression,
It’s a new year. That means it’s Resolution Season. Time to commit to things that just aren’t going to happen, like making a habit of going to the gym and not eating chocolate (yeah, I already screwed up on that one).
Actually, things are a little different this year. In addition to writing, I’m also starting another new business because the writing just isn’t bringing in the funds. That means that I’m going to have less time for writing.
It’s time for another challenge. This one kicked me up and down the street before letting me actually write it. Stories can be such brats.
The rules this time were:
- Prompt: You’ve been stood up, but someone you don’t know takes the place of your date.
- Write in 2nd person
- Include a twist
- Only one viewpoint character
- 1,500 word limit (this is 1,347)
In conjunction with Milli Gilbert
Table for Two
You sit there,
This piece was written as part of a Writer’s duel with Milli Gilbert. You can see her piece at Hairballs of Genious.
The rules were simple
- 1500 words or less (according to Scrivener this one is 1,416 words)
- Must include a reason to have a ball with little masks
- The protagonists must not recognize each other at first
- They should end up as romantic intersts
- There should be a heist going on.
Here I am again, enthralled by the Flash Fiction Challenge given by Chuck Wendig. This week he wanted us to write about the end of a long journey. The idea came quick, but took some time to winnow down to the 1,479 words you see here.
Margot pushed her way through the crowded halls. It wouldn’t be so bad, if the people newly awakened could keep their balance.