I know, I know. I was supposed to post an update last week, right after I submitted my Sci-Fi London 48-Hour Flash Fiction Challenge story.
I’m gutted to say: I didn’t finish my story. And then I got so humongously sick, I didn’t do anything for a week.
What happened to the Sci-Fi London 48-Hour Flash Fiction Challenge?
I was blessed with an awesome randomly-assigned title and scientific concept; there’s a lot you can do with a story titled Far, Far Away about the universe’s expansion ceasing.
And the story I came up with was alright! It was a bit hokey to be sure, but perfectly acceptable for a flash fiction challenge.
The problem wasn’t in getting the story out onto the page, though. The problem was in the editing. The first draft was well over 3,000 words, and I had to get it down to 2,000.
It was a struggle to figure out what to cut. The story was already as tight as I wanted it, and losing a third was tough.
In the end, I plain-old ran out of time. It was only a 48-hour challenge, but I still had housework and chores to do. Responsibilities don’t evaporate just because you want to go and write a story. And by Sunday night, I was beginning to feel like hell.
Something told me I wasn’t going to be touching the keyboard at all on Monday morning for last-minute editing.
And yeah, Monday morning rolled in, and I was sick. I had a killer migraine, I couldn’t keep water down, and my muscles were seized up.
It was supremely shitty.
I ended up taking the entire week off from my day-job, and so I don’t have any kind of writing update to share. It’s been a crappy, low-energy week.
Next week’s goals
I’m still working on summarising the story top-to-bottom, so I’ll continue with that. By next Sunday, I want this summary done!