I Should Write More
|Photo Prompt by J Hardy Carrol|
My friend Rachael messages me this morning at like 6 AM saying that I should write more. She shows me a picture of a story submission to Glimmer Train from 2012. S/N I hate Glimmer Train btw, you have to pay them to submit a short story. I'm a cheap bastard.
I haven't written anything publicly since my first and last entry of this blog in May 2017. I haven't written anything privately since maybe December? I'm not even sure. The point is, and Rachael is right, I should write more.
I complained to her that, "I want to make money and writing is a long con with no guaranteed pay off." I make jewelry. Jewelry making makes me happy. Jewelry Making pays for cat food. Jewelry Making buys wine. I don't even drink wine often, but I can because of Jewelry Making. The one place I got published, hasn't sold enough for a royalty check, and I doubt it ever will.
But Rachael is right. I made some excuses that none of my projects are short enough to bang out quickly. I mentioned how The New God is sitting unfinished at somewhere near 137,000 words and that's not even the half way point. The New God hasn't had any new words since 2016. I said maybe if I can squeeze out something smaller like a 60,000 word something, then maybe I might take my hobby back. It was an excuse though. The fact is, I just haven't thought about it seriously.
Rachael offered to do a story with me. Something to brainstorm together, to be fun. I said 20,000 words, because yeah I think I might be able to do that in a weekend or two. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking, "it won't be any good, but whatever." She says, maybe something smaller. This is where Friday Fictioneers springs forth from my brain like an old dusty record. The scratches are welcome and even the skip in the music is an old friend.
Even if I never get back to writing consistently, I have to thank Rachael for getting me to take a moment for this exercise. I miss it, and the randomness of the photo prompts.
The Rocky Gym (99 Words)
“Hey look it’s a Rocky Gym!”
“What’s Rocky Gym? And aren’t you supposed to be checking the map on your phone? Pay attention. We’re so lost.”
“I am paying attention. Look at the corner.”
“Oh my God! It’s really a Rocky Gym.”
“I know right! Any second now a squnity eyed old man is gonna shuffle out the door with a bucket of bloody spit.”
Teri gasps in horror. “Don’t they have indoor plumbing?”
Jane narrowed her eyes at Teri. “You can’t be this dumb. Pull over; I’m driving now. You probably got us lost in the first place.”
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