A Writer's Notebook, One-Thousand-Eight-Hundred-And-Forty-One

I am definitely feeling that something is shifting in my flash fiction.  The best I have been able to come up with is that the stories are more complete or developed, though I do not know if that is accurate.  I think that I am bringing them to more of a conclusion at this point, finding ways for the situations to develop, and I am revealing more about the characters and such.  I am also playing a lot more as I grow more comfortable, which might really be what is happening, as I think about it.  I am getting to a point where it is going to feel unremarkable for me to just write a flash piece, the way that it is for me to think about writing a poem at this point.  That isn't to say I don't value it or think it is important or bring a real effort to the endeavor, but when you write as practice, writing each day the way that I do, you push yourself to always be ready and not to need some sort of inspiration.  That is what I mean by it being unremarkable: it does not require some special state or condition, but is a thing I can do at any time without much need for preparation.  I am still not there with the flash, I know, but it is coming.

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