At the beginning of April, attended a flash fiction contest.
Authors had three minutes or less in which to read their stories and entertain the audience. Then three judges ranked both the writing and the performance.
I enjoyed the evening but walked away thinking, “I could do that.”
In fact, I walked away thinking, “I could do that better than most of those people.”
Confidence (ego?) like that is rare for me, but here’s the thing. I’m pretty good at public speaking and I’m a theater person. I know how to project, emote, take beats, allow for laughs and all that stuff.
If I could produce a decent short story, I actually think I could be successful at the whole flash fiction thing.
So I decided right then and there to enter the contest next year.
(Yes, it’s a yearly event so I have a whole year to write, edit and practice which may have contributed to my confidence level.)
I’ve been thinking about it off and on since then, but haven’t written anything.
Then, on a two hour drive to a work meeting, I had a story idea. I think it’s a good one. Maybe. I’ll let you know when I get it on paper.
But either way, the flash fiction journey is beginning!