If you follow me on Twitter or know me from Scribophile, you’re already aware I write fiction of the 100-to-1000 word variety. I’m new at it, but my love for short stuff is almost forty years old. It all started with this:
So I was a morbid kid. What can I say?
[Caution: If you’re on the lookout for animated GIFs, try another blog.]
Between August and now, I’ve written a 76,000-word young adult novel (no, it doesn’t include vampires), drafted two chapters and a proposal for a middle-grade book about linguistics (agents are running away, screaming), and begun working on an adult thriller. Oh, and I know as much as can be known about the literary agent and publishing business as one can learn in three-months’ time.