You can read Potty Mouth – flash fiction here.
Watch out for a freebie, coming soon!
You can read Potty Mouth – flash fiction here.
Watch out for a freebie, coming soon!
You can read my story on Friday Flash Fiction here
I found out over the weekend that my story has been Highly Commended by the Friday Flash Fiction judges. Chuffed.
Well, we’re half way through the month, and although I have given myself the weekends off, I have managed to write 10 new flashes (some more complete than others) and have been writing something every weekday (poetry today). I even added my flashing as a tip on the Bridport Prize Facebook page Perhaps a little cheeky when I had just started doing it, but there is a bundle of books at stake!
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If you want to read this week’s submission to the Friday Flash Fiction competition, click here.
If you like it, it would be great if you could ‘like’ it, and maybe have a wee read of the other cracking stories that appear on the site.
Many people decide to do NaNoWriMo in November where you set yourself a target to write every day and have a new novel drafted by the end of the month. I have flirted with the idea a couple of times, but always find myself in the middle of a project at that time and don’t want to put it aside to start something new.
Instead, this month, I have set myself a rather gentler target. I follow Friday Flash Fiction and they are currently running their annual flash competition, so yesterday I sat down and wrote and submitted a short piece. Today, I wrote something another flash. That gave me the idea to write at least a 75 word piece every day in August.
Now I know that doesn’t sound much, but I find that breaking the duck of words written helps propel me forward. I scribble something on a bit of paper, which maybe sparks another idea, or I will come to my computer, and while I’m here, I might as well dig out that story that needs finished/edited, and do that too. So hopefully from having a bit of discipline, and setting just a tiny goal that should be achievable, even with my chaotic life, I will get to the end of the month with lots of words (and maybe I can mine a few gems).
Want to join me?
She forgets her age and runs up the white slopes, interacting as the sign permits her to. On the next level she stops at a wooden stool. Blankets, neatly folded: lambswool tartan, beige and pink; coarse battlefield grey; blue waffle from a hospital ward. A teenage tut. ‘Call that art?’
Every month the Scottish Book Trust puts up a prompt for a 50-word story. This was my unsuccessful entry from last month. I rather like it. It was inspired by a trip a few years ago to Tate Liverpool.
This month’s prompt is a story that features a blackbird.
I can’t tell you how delighted I am to be in Popshot Quarterly – my flash fiction is beautifully illustrated by Andrea Iris who has managed to get all of the elements of my story into her picture – a wallet, a watch and some keys.
My second flash fiction for the Friday Flash Fiction Edinburgh Festival competition is now online at Friday Flash Fiction. It is called Gifts for Him posted on the 7th of August. There is a companion piece called Gifts for Her, posted on the 6th of August.
It would be great if you could add a wee comment below the stories letting me know what you think.
You can read my flash fiction Gifts for Her at Friday Flash Fiction If you are scrolling through, it is dated the 06/08/21. As ever, if you like it, it would be great if you could leave a comment on the website and if you like it ‘like’ it. If you are feeling generous, you could do a wee retweet https://twitter.com/FridayFlashFict or @colettecoen
I have just submitted the companion piece – Gifts for Him – hopefully they post that one too.
You can read my response to the Scottish Book Trust’s call-out for Celebration themed writing at https://www.scottishbooktrust.com/your-stories/celebration-2021/twenty-five