I like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain….oh wait…? That’s someone else’s story.
So, great story. How did you get there from the prompt and bookends? I started off with a completely different story from the perspective of the person taking the picture of the frazzled woman. I scrapped that idea, wanting more words to do it justice, and focused in on a few elements of the picture as well as the disorder theme.
100 words ain’t many. How do you fit a story into so few words? I focus on 1 thing – this time the papers on the refrigerator caught my eye – and expanded from there. Sometimes it is from the pictures, other times I get an idea from the synopsis you provide – but I typically pick one thing and expand from there.
Why do you like flash fiction? I enjoy reading and writing flash fiction to break up my day at work. It allows me to take 20 minutes here and there to focus on something other than my job and clear my head for when I get back to it.
Been writing long? Off and on I suppose.
You write anything else? Participated in NaNoWriMo for the first time – so I am attempting a novel and write a little poetry. Right now, mostly just flash fiction.
Any advice for other flash writers? Read things you like so you can emulate the style/structure. Read things you don’t like so you know what you want to avoid. All about knowing what works for you is about ruling out things that don’t work.
Any interesting writerly projects in the pipeline? Well, I did NaNoWriMo so at the moment I am working through trying to edit the monster I created.
I just finished reading a book. Can you recommend another? I just finished reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke. Really well written and worthwhile read!
Want something a bit faster paced I would highly recommend getting into the Dragonlance Chroniclesby Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman.
Explosive sounds of pots and pans banging around erupted from the kitchen. Martha was disheveled, her hands gripped her hair and she was muttering about the mess.
“Can I help?” I asked. She did not respond. I started to cover turkey leftovers. She screamed and I jumped.
“Stop haunting me!” she shouted uncovering the dish.
“Haunting? Martha, I’m not a ghost.” I grabbed for the doctor’s note hanging on the refrigerator to once again remind Martha that she had been diagnosed with psychosis after the accident.
The sounds in the kitchen silenced as I pointed to my own name on the line diagnosed with hallucinatory psychotic disorder.