For some time now I have been a member of the #fridayflash crowd, a crowdsourced exercise in building a writing community created by J. M. Strother. I even made it into the The Best of Friday Flash - Volume One, for which I thank the editors and compilers of the anthology.
But I'm going to take a break for a while. (*See, he's run out of ideas!*)
No, I haven't - and please be quiet. I ask you, how could I run out of ideas with the voices I hear around me all the time?
I want to get back to focusing on longer pieces, short as opposed to short-short, stories. There's a little more time to create a world, a set of characters - and let them play. So, a little stretching of those muscles is in order.
In addition, earlier this year I completed a writing course created and run by the LongRidge Writers Group - "Breaking Into Print". I learned a great deal, not least of which was how much I didn't know when I decided to take my writing more seriously. A valuable course, for that insight alone, but it gave me far more than that.
So, I decided to give them even more money(!) and signed up for a course of theirs on the writing of novels. Given I have the drafts of two of those beasts already, and half the draft of a third, it's probable I will learn something.
The course seems to have as a foundation the idea of creating a structure for a novel, to know where it starts, what happens, how it ends - before finger is put to keyboard or ink to paper (as in my case).
The very idea scares me witless. And that's a good enough reason to go there.
I've already had my first assignment returned to me - with a request from the instructor to try again. That didn't happen on my previous course. I think I'm going to like this (quite what that says about me I don't care to examine right now).
I'll continue my Goldberg Variations project, because I want to finish that. So, from time to time, a #fridayflash will turn up.
And haiku will continue to flow. Every once in a while I feel I should have written them down. But, no. There is something oddly attractive about these little seventeen-syllable musings being ephemeral.
I will, however, continue (nay increase) my reading of the #fridayflash stories. That's too much pleasure to miss out on.