Here I am, up way too early.  So what do I do?

I write about it…

It’s weird.  since I’ve started judging flash fiction, I’ve been less inclined to write it.  The thing is, it’s not some secret ‘I’ve seen behind the curtain’ kind of thing.  It’s more a case of being too judgmental of what I’m writing.  I find myself writing what I think will win instead of what fills me with joy (which have always been the stories that win).

I started to work on a story for Flash Friday, but what I came up with wasn’t fiction- it was philosophical.  There’s nothing wrong with it, it was beautiful, and it said exactly what I felt, but it wasn’t fiction.  In the end it is what writing is really about.

So… I will leave you with what I wrote Friday– which just happened to be Valentine’s day:

It’s the little things

Some people think it takes a grand gesture: something done to express the depth of their feelings; a special night out; expensive dinners meant to woo; gifts of flowers and jewels, but it’s the little things that fill the heart one moment at a time.

February 17, 2014

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