Well, my proposed 'post a mini-fic a day' resolution lasted precisely - wait for it - one day before crumbling to pieces like a cheap biscuit. That's impressive even for me.
Part of this was because I kept having an idea but then going 'Oh, but that would work much better as a longer story. And I could submit it somewhere' (I don't think fics can already have been published before you do this? Not 100% sure on that, actually)
Of course, most of it was because my work ethic spends most of its time skiving off round the back of the bike sheds, along with my self discipline and my single-mindedness.
I did tweet a small fic today though:
Dead pigeon in the gutter, your guts - all sticky, exploded red - look like they would taste of pomegranate
I did really see this on my way to work this morning - oddly enough whilst thinking about doing a short fic about a dead cat I saw in the gutter some months ago. From this it becomes clear that I have become a minor god and am able to physically manifest my thoughts.
At least if I'm thinking about dead animals.
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