When I write flash fiction, I sit at my computer with a core idea and run with it. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn’t. Usually, almost always, the story is completed one way or another, regardless if I care for it. Tonight has been different in that there is more noise in my head than usual. I’ve been deleting a lot, something I almost never do.
It’s interesting how different each writing experience can be. Sometimes the noise inside gives inspiration and others it just screams. The voices aren’t really screaming right now, but they sure are raising their voices and talking about distracting things. Nothing bad, just life.
I’ll give another attempt tomorrow.