It’s interesting. For all its drawbacks, social media has tempted and challenged writers–everyone, really–to present their ideas in new formats.
I’ve gone fast and in some case animated though, believe me, I have many long, time-consuming projects underway. My flash-fiction, epigrams etc. are usually just the fun stuff that comes out when I vent my pressure-cooker brain.
As far as flash fiction, in cases like these it’s really a character sketch. How we talk defines us. And I will often overhear non-existent conversations in my mind. They come to me in a flash.
Given such a circumstance, I have one of three choices. 1) Administer Ritalin, fast. 2) Go interdimensional and cry on Robin Williams’ shoulder. 3) Be a writer.
I chose the latter, though as most of you know my gig as a cashier at a discount grocery store is my greatest passion.
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