After I picked a bit of flash to finish, I kept thinking I’d clean it up by Saturday night. Then I made the mistake of thinking there needed to be more to the concept, but the more I tried to extend it, the less I liked it. It got so bad, I started to wonder if Ray Bradbury was wrong when he said, “Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.”
I didn’t care much for last week’s story, and I didn’t like the way this one was going. For a while there I was tempted to take up the challenge of writing 52 bad stories in a row. Then I buckled down on Sunday night, and this time it only took two hours of sustained effort to finish it. And I think it’s kind of cute.
Turns out I couldn’t even write two bad stories in a row.