Well, okay, there’s always those fancy single-sentence stories, but those are more literary acrobatics than writing.
It’s been some time now that I’ve been back into my writing groove, pumping out whatever it is I make faster than ever before. And you may have noticed that it’s almost all incredibly short stories. Situations, scenes, more often than not under a thousand words. And they’re incredibly fun to write! I get to put a single concept to paper (like that “holes on object/person making weird-ass interconnected copies” thing from Holes) and toy with it for a short while.
And because they’re such short pieces, I can really give it my all. Sometimes this goes well, sometimes less so. Sometimes even two parts of the same story feel of contrasting quality to me (again, Holes). But I can always muster up the energy to really prose the shit out of something if I know it isn’t going to have to shoulder a million more words. For some reason it’s really easy for me to go hard for short pieces, where that’s much more difficult for longer ones — even if I work on those in the same frequency I do my shorter works.
Those really short stories will always be my go-to when I just want to share a cool idea I had, but I feel like I need to get back to longer things again as well. You know, the whole practicing broadly thing, rather than specializing. Caves was definitely a fun and wild ride (can’t believe that first part’s from three years ago already), and I still think I should rewrite properly to get myself a physical copy, but it might also be nice to do one of those “long haul” writing projects again. I could just pick something and see where it goes again, but that practice didn’t do Caves too much good, so eh.
Who knows what I’ll come up with. First, I should probably finish The stolen queen.