Writers are always writing something. I have another novel in the works, and my long-suffering critique partners have been reading through each chapter as it rolls out of my brain. First drafts aren’t fun to read, believe me, and mine can be especially brutal when I’ve been short on writing and preparation time.
Christmas is always one of those ‘too much to do, and not enough time in which to do it’ kind of seasons. As the date for our working lunch meeting approached earlier this week, I finally had to acknowledge I wasn’t going to have a chapter ready for my peers to critique. So I took pity on them and did a reading instead. It was pretty silly, short and sweet, and nothing like my usual writing…a bit of flash fiction entitled A RUINED RELATIONSHIP, originally written for k.c. dyer’s blog.
In her countdown to Christmas, author k.c. dyer undertook a writing project — twenty-five days of ‘festive flash fiction’. Each day on her blog she presents a short piece — something light and entertaining that usually contains an abundance of a single alphabet letter and doesn’t exceed 250 words. At her invitation to contribute, I chose the letter “R“.
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Rosslyn bent over, hands on knees, gasping for breath. Running regularly hadn’t rebuilt her stamina as her husband had suggested it would. She wanted to lose weight, to look better for Christmas, so each day she tried to run a few minutes longer, pushing her limits, but she hadn’t yet made it all the way ‘round the block. Half way there and her legs were rubbery…. [If you care to read the rest of my bit of whimsy, I’d be obliged if you’d hop on over to k.c.’s blog, HERE. Many thanks!]
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Ooh, cold! Poor Rosslyn!
You’d never know I write cosy mysteries, would you? 😉
I’m walking a lot these days, back and forth to the bus, store, Mega, Oxxo. Plus we live on the 3rd floor. I thought I’d lose weight. Do you suppose it’s the banana pie, tacos, and pizzas that are standing in my way? Off to read the rest…
I couldn’t see where to leave a comment. So here goes… I have this overwhelming urge to kick Richard into tomorrow. Dang, I feel so bad for Rosslyn. Course, she’s finally rid of Richard.
I sympathize with that urge. He’s a real winner, isn’t he?
Christmas time isn’t the season for dieting in any climate! Here it’s shortbread and butter tarts adding calories.