Well, I don’t know what possessed me, but I tried my hand at short short fiction: COMING TO AMERICA (@700 words) and THE DEWEY DECIMAL SYSTEM (@2900 words). It was very different for me, but a lot of fun. I’m going to submit DEWEY to my writer’s service at the end of April, to see if they can place it somewhere. I don’t really know what to expect; these are my first attempts at fiction. Building characters was interesting; in DEWEY, the protagonist is, in some funny ways, like me, but then again, nothing at all like me. But what ultimately drives him, his core, is like me.
I read a lot of short fiction; I just love it. And I think fiction and poetry are similar: they’re not autobiographical, so much as the creation of a voice for an imagined place/time/character/experience. For example, I may see something real, but when it shows up in my poem, the writer’s voice is mine, but the poem’s voice is something else, meant to create an imaginary experience for the reader. I think this is true of much fiction, as well. We draw on the world we live in to create another world, but one that rings true in a fundamental way to this.
Oh look at me: two stories, and I’m an expert already? No, of course not. But I’ve read a lot and studied, and this is what I think. If you have something to add, it’d be much appreciated. I’m not including the stories here because I want to publish them first. But if, wonder of wonder, miracles of miracles, I do manage to publish, then I’ll let you know where you can read them. Just don’t hold your breath for now.
That’s it for now.