Gearing up for the big article
in the Philadelphia Inquirer this Sunday (4/2/06). The photographer
came to my house yesterday to take the formal shots and then we went to Haddon Heights to get some “after” shots of the intersection
shown on the cover—The White Horse Pike and Station Avenue. We attracted quite
a bit of attention! Aside from being mortified at the photographer needing to
enter my house, which is about three weeks removed from any serious housekeeping, it was a pleasant experience. The cats didn’t even seem all that bent out of shape that someone entered their territory. Much to my surprise, Zoya made an appearance!
Other than that, I wrote another
flash fiction piece and now have two in submission for Flashshot. These are really
fun to write and I look forward to completing more.
Till next time,
Jill.
Writing is the best thing
that ever happened to me. I feel like a new person every day, and depending on which character I’m writing about, I
can actually play a new person every day! I get to “dress up” as my characters—or “wear their skin” as the texts say. What fun it is to pretend I’m a cop, or a leggy strawberry blonde, or even one of
the devil’s right hand demons!
Can’t do that in an office
cubicle. I laughed too loud once at work and I think that’s what started
the ball rolling to my being encouraged to transfer departments. Honestly, that
witch of a boss was just a little too full of herself, and I was all too glad to leave—for a much better job. Wow. What memories.
But back to the writing
life…I continue to meet some of the most interesting and creative people through all sorts of accidental channels. These are writers who are willing to exchange ideas, who take an interest in other people's work, and who
are eager to see a fellow writer succeed.
Thanks to generous people
like this, I have begun to try my hand at the phenomenon known as flash fiction. Try
telling a story in 100 words. It’s hard!
I spent two nights this last week tossing and turning while my subconscious tried to write two flashes for me. When I finally tossed back the covers at 5:30 a.m. and stumbled down to the computer
to capture my brilliant ideas, I found that the sleeping mind isn’t too good at writing stories. Generating ideas, yes. But story writing? Absolutely not.
So, as this week progresses,
I will continue to listen to my dreams, take the ideas they generate, take on the guise of my characters and work as hard
as I ever have to write some good stories whether they be 100 words or 100,000 long.
Till next time,
Jill.
