This autobiography is really not about me. It’s about us. It’s about writers who have decided to meet the challenge of writing flash fiction. I call this post an autobiography because my struggle to write serious fiction within the confines of the flash fiction story is the same struggle every writer of flash fiction must go through.
Every writer can’t write short on long subjects. But that’s okay. I don’t have the patience or the long view to be a novelist.
What a writer of flash fiction must have is the ability to focus, the ability to put together words that imply more than what is actually stated. Any autobiography of a flash fiction writer must include a growing awareness of the writer to the importance of diction and syntax, the right word in the right place.
We flash fiction writers must be a tidy bunch. We must be stingy with our words. Unlike the novelist, we have to distill our whole meaning into a few hundred words. For us, an unnecessary word is a flaw in our writing.
So you see, this autobiography really isn’t just about me. This autobiography is about us. It’s about being a conscientious wordsmith. It’s about every flash fiction writer who wants to be more than just an entertainer.
It’s about all of us who want to be artists, too.
Hello, my brother and sister readers and writers of erotic flash fiction! What a lovely day we have in Pittsburgh today. I just came back from a nice walk down to the public library. Now I’m thinking about taking a walk into Little Italy. That’s how nice it is outside, sunny and warm (70s). So keep reading and keep writing that flash fiction erotica.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction, a blog of sex as art and entertainment and the best gangbang stories on the Internet.