I’ve been thinking lately about writing a little fiction again. Those who knew my blog before it went all healthy, diety and weight-lossy back in January, will know that its roots lie in my passion for writing. I began the blog (which was originally titled A Writer’s Notepad) whilst I was in the process of penning my first (and so far only) novel, Singled Out.
With Singled Out published and selling on Amazon, I fully expected my attention to turn to Novel Number Two. I went away on a writing retreat and came home with a plot, characters and a full story outline. I began writing, and made it all the way to… Chapter 5. They’re very short chapters, so that’s about nowhere, in terms of the overall story.
I ran out of steam for one reason: I had a growing feeling – not possible to ignore – that I should be spending less time at my desk, and more time getting active. I’ve made getting healthy and fit and losing my excess weight the absolute priority for 2016, and this mission-critical objective does not sit well (no pun intended) with spending evenings and weekends sat on my bum writing my novel – that being in addition to the five days a week that I spend sat on my bum writing scintillating copy for my clients. So m’lud, the writing has been taking a back… umm.. seat.
But someone reminded me the other day of something I’d all but forgotten. Before I took the arguably insane decision to attempt to write a whole actual novel, I’d written a few short stories. They were for practise, to flex my writerly muscles after attending a couple of How To Write courses. I’m not sure they’re all that good, but I posted them to the blog and they garnered a little feedback. Once I tore into my novel, it took over, and I never looked back to those short stories.
Now I’m wondering if I might try out one or two ideas, just to have a little fun with fiction again, but in small bites. I know short stories aren’t just novels, shortened; they’re a different kind of animal altogether. But I’m wondering whether it might simply be fun to dip into my Ideas notepad and just… well… you know… write something… short.
I’ll probably try and do it standing up though – now that I’ve figured out how to create a moderately stable apology for a standing desk (using my printer paper drawers, Singled Out marketing material, old files and an empty box, since you ask). It will at least keep the blood circulating through my lower limbs.
Whilst I dither about what to write, I thought I’d point newer readers to one or two of those original short stories, buried deep within the last 3 years’ blog posts. Enjoy, if you will.
Having trawled back through these three pieces, I’m struck that they seem to share a mood – and a theme: the disillusioned single woman. Ouch.
But whilst fiction is – wholly and totally – fiction, I can admit to having become something of an expert on that particular theme over the years. I’m firmly in write what you know territory there. So I might try something else along the same lines.
Or would that be just too cynical?