I bet you thought you should grab your beloved and run to the nearest bedroom for a sweet interlude. LOL.
I write short stories. Funny, sweet ones. A quick read which I call a "quickie."
Several years ago, a friend asked me to critique short stories she wanted to submit to Woman's World magazine. (It's the paper one you see at the grocery store checkout stand and includes a fiction piece.) I happily said yes.
After a while, osmosis set in, and I began penning my own. My friend said to submit to some magazines. Over the past years, I've sold many.
Where do ideas come from? "Man Theory" was the funniest. A young man said to me, "I have a theory." My head went Boing!!! I scribbled those four words down, listened to the theory, and afterwards, began writing away. For "Ouch," a goose really did bite me in a yoga class. The rest is made up. For "Tommy and the Teacher," a similar incident happened to someone I know.
What's the trick to short? I begin by writing the story I want. Just putting everything and the kitchen sink down. Still, for 800 words, I *think* small. I concentrate on one incident. There's a black moment. Descriptive words are used sparingly. Verbs are active. More dialogue. I revise and edit with an eye on the word count until it's (near) perfection.
Here's a fun excerpt from "Man Theory":
"I have a theory about love.”How about you? Do you read romantic short stories?
Ethan's statement knocked me from the proverbial mountain top. Eyeing him, I clapped my hand across my mouth to stifle a giggle.
From Day One at our new jobs at Prime Designs, Ethan and I had forged a friendship. I was the artsy-heartsy, emotional gal. Him--the technical, by-the-book pal. We ate an occasional dinner, watched a movie, whatever. Traded small gifts like coffee, a magazine, music. However, Ethan had never made an overture toward me.
Translated: Nothing intimate.
I'd said to myself, "Rats."
For work, we'd traveled to Colorado Springs to attend a workshop on web design innovations. After check-in, I'd joined him at the bridge crossing the lake to decide about lunch before the meetings commenced.
My six-one geek wearing rimless glasses, leaned against the railing, and stared into the sparkling blue waters of the high mountain lake, and the feathered fowl paddling by.
Have his feelings changed? I asked in disbelief, "R-really? A theory...about love?"
Born in Dallas, a graduate of Texas Tech, she is married to Handsome, has two big boys, an attention-demanding cat, and two adorable poo-pies.
Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories. She is a member of RWA, and the DARA, Elements, and RWA-WF chapters. In 2004 she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. Recently, she was awarded the 2010 Robin Teer Memorial Service Award.
Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"