by Dave White
I have completely forgotten how hard short stories are to write.
Usually, when I sit down to write something, I have a character, or a line, and I just kind of go from there. I can meander through the piece and figure out where I'm going with it. I can play around and see what works. Eventually, a few months and a few thousand words later, I have a completed draft. I, then go into revision mode and find out why, if, and how the story works.
Not with a short story.
For some reason, I always think short stories should be written quickly. A blur of white hot writing and bam, you have a new story that ready to be sent out for publication. But it never works that way.
In fact, short stories might be harder that writing a draft of a novel. You can't meander through a short story. You can't figure out what it's about. You have to know.
And right now, I don't know.
I have a great opening line. I have a character... and then I've got nothing.
Every morning a new idea pops into my head, telling me what the story's about. And by the afternoon I've rejected it.
But it's been so long since I've completed a short story. Not since "Righteous Son" in the Killer Year Anthology. And thinking back... that was almost 3 years ago I wrote that story.
So it's been a while.
Time to get back into the routine.
Time to take a break from the marathon and go back to the sprint. Just to see if I can still do it.
But man, can I feel my muscles burning as I do.
Pain is a good thing, right?
(This will be my last post published as a man in my 20s... Whoa.)