Lately I’ve felt like a shark, writing-wise. If I don’t keep moving I’m afraid I’ll die. So I wrote one story and I want to write another, but the idea still has to form a bit more before I can attack it I think. And the novel is still to fresh to be edited properly. So I’ve been doing some flash fiction. Trying new voices, exploring new obsessions, and frankly having a grand ole time. The latest is called Don’t Quit Quitting and it’s up at Flashing in the Gutter. Read it. Comment. Make me feel better about myself.