This week the Atticus Review has published some of my flash fiction, a very short story about the day a strange force arose from the sea:
Later this fall, my novella--or very short novel--will be published by the (wonderfully named) small press, Big Fiction.
And this morning I awoke to wonder:
Why am I, a novelist of long standing, so enamored, these days, of short forms?
Has my attenti0n span grown shorter?
Has the Internet changed the way I think and write?
Am I lazy? (I'll answer this one right now: No. Short forms are hellaciously difficult to write.)
Is there something irresistible about a very short story?
Is this my future as a writer . . . or will I continue to savor, to access, to labor over the long-form story as well?
Stay tuned. I'll be writing more about this in the coming days.
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