Write a scene that begins: “It was the first time I killed a man.”
A house plant is dying. Tell it why it has to live.
Write a poem about a tomato.
Describe an experience from the point of someone who is phobic of that experience. For example, an airplane flight taken by some of terrified of flying, an agoraphobic lost in a field, an arachibutyrophobic eating a sandwich.
I think this is going to be fun. I think I may actually work my way through the book just for giggles. I think it would be good for me as well. It will give me much needed practice while I prepare for my novel. It will also, hopefully, get me in the habit of actually finishing something. I have a nasty habit of starting a work and not finishing it. Bad habit for a writer. I may actually post some of these stories on my website. It depends on if I can get over the anxiety of having my work out there.
I'm also starting a long term project of getting rid of my yarn. I have too much yarn. I will be the first to admit it. I have this wonderful cotton yarn. I'm going to make dishcloths and just send them to people. Forget the blanket I want to start, I'm making dishcloths and reusable face cleaning pad thingies we women tend to use in abundance.
So my final thoughts for this post, I have a question for my fellow writers. How do you stop from turning a short story into a novel? I seem to want to turn everything into a long, drawn out story.