Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers! Welcome to the new Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, an online magazine of culture for adults only. What’s new about The Gazette? It has morphed into a lifestyle magazine. Oh, you’ll still get a constant flow of Naked News videos and blog posts on blogging and karaoke and the archives are full of flash fiction stories and posts on how to write flash fiction and of course there will continue to be a constant flow of posts about hanging out in my two favorite neighborhoods of the City of Pittsburgh (Bloomfield and Oakland) and photos of the female nude; but now more of the focus of the magazine will be on the lifestyle of this baby boomer who is also a happy full-time professional blogger.
I hope this new setup will give me more flexibility to entertain, inform and maybe inspire you without losing the focus of the magazine which is still a blog for erotic flash fiction writers. Speaking of flexibility, I’m committed to publishing a 1,000 to 1,200-word blog post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday in the hopes of improving the page ranking of this blog with the search engines; but I’ll still publish shorter blog posts (like this one) when the inspiration to blog compels me to sit at my work station and to pound out another post for your reading pleasure.
Reflections On A Sunny Fall Day In Pittsburgh
After 14 days of hanging out in Bloomfield (Little Italy), I’m back into my Schenley Plaza and Pitt campus mode, walking through Schenley Plaza and about the campus of the University of Pittsburgh, my old alma mater (1999-2006). Yesterday was a great day for a stroll deeper into Oakland, sunny with a high around 72. There wasn’t much going on. There were very few people around. Maybe most of the students were on their way to the football game (Pitt at Virginia). Although I did take note of a small Farmer’s Market in the area between the main entrance of the Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh (the public library) and Schenley Plaza on the other side of the street. It was definitely a time of reflection on my days of undergraduate study and graduate study (and teaching) at Pitt, my blog and my distant youth.
I strolled back to my apartment to listen to the game: Pitt 45, Virginia 31.
Hail to Pitt!
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My Personal Identity Crisis
I wonder if I’ll ever write another flash fiction story. I haven’t written a flash fiction story in maybe over a year. I don’t remember when I wrote my last flash fiction story. I guess I could just check the archives, but that’s too depressing. I don’t even want to know.
You see my total focus now is on this blog. I’m always thinking about this blog. How to make it a better reading experience. How to get more visitors and more pageviews. How to do a better job of editing and publishing. I never think about writing another flash fiction story. I think about keeping The Gazette a paying market for other flash fiction writers and I think about how soon I can re-open the magazine’s submissions department so I can start publishing other flash fiction writers again; but I never think about writing another flash fiction story myself.
I broke into print (and got paid on a regular basis) because of flash fiction. I got accepted to the Pitt graduate writing program in 2003 because of flash fiction and won a fellowship in 2003 valued at around $60,000 and that allowed me to finish my MFA in 2006 because of flash fiction. I started blogging over 10 years ago because of flash fiction. But now creating my own flash fiction has lost its attractiveness. The burning need I use to have of creating my own flash fiction is slowly receding in the rear view mirror of my mind. I think the metamorphose from flash fiction writer to editor/publisher and blogger is nearly complete.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. All photos of Marisa Papen were sampled from Egotastic All Stars.
Correction: I got my notes and my days mixed up. The Farmer’s Market was on Friday afternoon. Whoops!