Or: Why I’m using the baby-steps method.
This is my commitment to resume writing using the baby-steps method, also known as (profanity warning) “how to push past the bullshit and write that goddamn novel“. Here’s the idea: I’m going to write 350 words a day, five days a week, with the week-ends to make up the count. Though that’s a respectable 84,000 words in about 11 months, it’s not important to me to do a cohesive novel right now; I just need to learn to finish things again. So, this is going to be a mixed bag of original fiction, genre or otherwise, and non-fiction: stories, prompts, passages from WIPs, essays, and (sometimes) poetry, fresh-written (and revised, don’t worry!) every day according to whatever inspires me. If you like what you see, or you have a suggestion, or you just want to tell me everything I’m doing wrong, drop me a comment.

And now, a little sample to kick things off: three stories in exactly 50 words.

Fairy Dust
Later, they said it wasn’t my fault; the punt’s thruster locked on too close to the passenger shuttle. Even with computer assistance, traffic controllers aren’t prescient. Still, I can’t stop remembering that one image, the trail of debris like sparkling fairy dust, before I realized the dark specks were bodies.

Mess
Like an iceberg calfing, she slowly sank to her knees, spent. She looked around the room—upset furniture, littered knick-knacks and broken picture glass, one sad, lonely, Amaryllis lying limp and vulnerable beside its pot. The house meant to be theirs, together, was a wreck, and he’d never even know.

Amaryllis
Amaryllis, the description said. Perfect for Valentine’s Day. The perennial blooms symbolized how love, even seeming dead, would always flower again. But without “proper after-bloom care”, it suggested, you’d just wait forever for a flower that’d never come. She slammed the pot with her elbow and dug into the ice-cream.

Today’s word count: 154
This week’s word count: 154

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