She’s going to want to lollygag around.
I’m working on my school presentation tomorrow. I thought I’d read two flash fiction pieces of different styles. Given their ages, I’m thinking of “Ray the Vampire” (here) and “Ocean Glass” (here, August 2008). RtV is 1000 words straight up, and OG is a neat 206 words. While going through my files, I realize that a lot of my pieces are very, “And it was a lovely day, when WHAM! Murder!” Or “The Universe was bored, so POW! Murder!” Smart alecky murder, or beautiful, soft characters whose hearts fall out of their chests (“Flowers”, here), and I don’t think that they’d be appropriate. Curse my moral values! 😛
As usual, the second that I tried to buckle down, my brain rioted. Suddenly I’m cursed with the desire to start a new short story. I want to, I need to, and I have to do it now! Unless I want to put the kids in the stroller and go for a walk. Ooh, maybe to pick up lunch! Or maybe now would be a great time to try those mint marshmallows again, and hope that the bowls don’t explode this time. Or cut out fabric for that new skirt I have planned! But before I do that, I should really vacuum. It’s the “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” syndrome. But I shall valiantly fight against it.
After I finish posting on my blog. Right. 😉
Some of this flurry was actually productive, however. I submitted two more pieces and hooked up with a woman who is willing to team up for the Cup of Comfort signings. Nice! I also did some flips on the trampoline, thereby cementing my parental status as Officially Cool. At least for today.