Mastering the Short...

If you're anything like me, you love to talk... Scratch that. It's not so much that I love to talk, it's more that I have this uncompromising need to be completely understood. I've been told my brain doesn't work linearly (which I've taken to mean that I go off on tangents a lot, but I swear that's genetic. I know where the tangent is going and how it ties in... but it seems I'm digressing) So, now that my disclaimer is in place, let's go over my new problem... mastering the short story.

Typically short stories are anywhere from two words (yes, apparently there's a competition for that... I know, tangent) to around 20,000 depending on who you ask and who you're submitting to, but most are between 10-and 15,000 words. It's completely possible to come up with an intricate plot, dynamic characters, dramatic locations, etc. etc. in just 10,000 words. But is it possible for the verbally diarrhettic?

Do you already see my dilemma? I'm fully capable of telling a really interesting story, but the need to be completely clear on something means that it'll take me more than the 10,000 words I'm supposed to limit it to.

So here's the challenge. I'm working on an erotica piece that can only be 10,000 words.

Not 10,0001.

Just 10,000.

What's a girl to do? *sigh* There's a million and one ways to describe missionary alone! (well, maybe not a million and one, but you get my drift) And while I'm thinkin' about it, who's doin' it just missionary anymore? Certainly not the perfectly wicked little characters in my head!

That said, it's just a matter of ditching the unimportant parts. All the flowery language cleverly disguised as metaphors -white as snow... cried a river... yadda yadda yadda - will have to go.

So faithful blog followers, I'm thinkin' I can do it, actually, I know I can do it. Anyone who knows my alter ego (the first one, as there are two) knows that I've got this covered. Easy peasy! I'm gonna sign off now and get to work on my latest endeavor. Apparently they need it in the next two days. Of course I knew that a week ago, but this segues quite nicely into my next blog... procrastinating. It's not so much "stalling" as it is "waiting for the perfect opportunity". (What? Does that count as flowery language?)