This New Year I resolved to write more flash fiction. This is the year of short works. A few days later I added the addendum to start submitting regularly to markets. Real artists ship (so they say).
April arrived and I’d barely written anything. I’d started a couple of stories only to abandon them.
And then something unexpected happened. I got my first vax shot (not unexpected) and a few days later I started a new story. (Unexpected.) After my second vax shot I was again writing and completing stories.
I didn’t realize until I received my shots how deeply the pandemic anxiety had wormed its way into my creative soul.
Since April I’ve completed about a half dozen stories and submitted two. The dream is after a story is rejected a few times I’ll post it here.