What is it that makes the last words we have written the very best of all? Why are we so soon disenchanted with a story we have lived with and within, fickle when a new one comes along.
Playing with flash fiction, shorties that must grasp and hold on with just two fingers, I once again am lost within a new one when it grabs my own mind by some thought or word or action. Leave behind those that did not flow as easily or well. And those that I was sure were the peaks I strove to reach, no longer can excite me when the latest, greatest story comes around.
And I need time. I need to learn the techniques of the software that intrigued me into spending coin and effort in new directions. This latest great idea I think I see as visual with text, soft audio to dramatize and draw one in. That makes two now, waiting for the knowledge and the skill of new media methods to be learned.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology