Blessed with an awfully slow reading habit ([no] thanks to a mind that wants to drain the life out of every word read), plus an attention span that’s only a little longer than a blink, the bloke has a penchant for the brief.
“Wh-at/-oever ‘poisoned’ me with a fondness for flash fiction must’ve ensured the antidote’s beyond reach,” he recalls telling a friend days ago.
Hopelessly, Bunmi daily wishes he’s one-tenth a bookworm as he’s a bibliophile.
So, great story. How did you get there from the prompt and bookends? My mind is obsessed with a dizzying number of (writing) ideas per time. Thankfully, prompt and bookends are a helpful (and challenging) lead.
Typically, my approach is to literally gawk at the pic, rummage it for one or two potential flashpoints, then latch on to the first (or best) idea that sprouts – and it hardly fails (me).
100 words ain’t many. How do you fit a story into so few words? I think it is useful (and basic) to accept that all does not have to be said.
As for the fitting, (I) try have the ending figured out first, [jolting, poignant, and/or erupting – I’m for denouement any day!], (I) then work the piece from top down – while stealing glances at the word counter, of course.
Why do you like flash fiction? I do NOT like flash fiction. I love it! The brevity, the requisite literary discipline to pull it off, and, ironically, the liberty to express oneself within the space/word constraint are all a short-attention-span, longwindedness-averse person like me can ask for.
Been writing long? About half a dozen months.
You write anything else? Poems (incurably laced with rhymes), quatrains, and epigrams. They have been darlings for long. I can say I owe facility with flash fiction to these prior genres, especially regarding pithiness and word-strictness.
Any advice for other flash writers? Being prolific as a writer is sure a blessing – one that should not be mistaken for license to prolixity. Writing can be short, simple yet punchy.
And yes, fall in love with challenges: Online competitions are a healthy exercise for your literary muscles and taste buds.
Any interesting writerly projects in the pipeline? Oh, certainly. From 98 pages-plus of un-inked poetry ideas on PC to a truckload of raw, undeveloped story ideas lounging in my Evernote app on phone, to a sky-high heap of half-written quatrains oscillating between the two gadgets, yes, there are tonnes of (abandoned?) projects. “Procrastination!” Geoff, you ain’t alone.
As for consistent ones, however, I am working on a riveting series of ballads. As well, currently exploring collaborations with certain brilliant co-writers.
I just finished reading a book. Can you recommend another? Austin Kleon’s Steal Like An Artist is a fine offering. I love his simplistic yet sublime take on creativity.
Jeff Goins’ The Writer’s Manifesto (Stop Writing to be Read & Adored), succinct as it is, redefines the purpose, redirects the focus, and reshapes the perception of the writer regarding (his) written words.
Apocrypha and Abstractions’ Flash Fiction Musings For The Literary Minded [Vol 1 – 3] are a cute compendium of flash pieces – a reading delight any day.
Oh! “…a book…” you said? Oops, my bad. But there you have it/them!
Sacred it truly is, the privilege to peep through his favourite antique of a gadget.
But how objects at both extremes hang precariously bother me some – as though if my grip wobbled, the fellow on the ladder to the right with his aircraft would come sliding, crashing into the pretty lady in the center. Dad yaks about the device’s ‘wide angle lens,’ ‘aspect ratio,’ (or is it ‘field of view’?) as responsible for that ‘panoramic view.’ Whatever.
Thrill of my 6th birthday treat peaks with the brief flash on depressing the knob – this moment captured and cached into my childhood memory by the shutter’s clicking sound.