I was never much of a short story writer when I was a kid. I mean I wrote a few for classes, but that was only because it affected my grades. I didn’t write poetry or anything like that. I doodled–a LOT, and I sang every chance I got. The writing came later. I got the bug in high school, but didn’t start looking into it until I was out of college. I had several opportunities to pursue writing earlier in life, but I guess I wasn’t ready. I was afraid to go to RWA meetings in my early twenties. I wasn’t sure they could be trusted. *ggg* I did live in L.A. after all. I really wish I would’ve shored up my courage and gone. Who knows what would’ve happened? I’d like to believe that I would have started writing books earlier. But all that’s water under the bridge. I came back to writing when I was ready and not a moment beforehand.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about writing in general. What it means to me, what I’d like to do, where I see myself going with my writing, do I see myself continuing, etc. I’ve decided to go back to a basic form of writing, one I never explored before. Yes, I’m talking about the short story. I’m not so much looking at selling short stories as I am practicing various genres. I find short stories less intimidating than say a 400 page book. I figure if I can master something in short story form, then there’s a very good chance I’ll be able to do it in novel length. I’m not putting a limit on my short story page/word count. That’s not the point of this particular exercise. I’m doing this to become familiar with the various genres and styles of writing.
In the meantime, I’ve started my YA urban fantasy and I’m looking forward to diving into a few novellas. Right now I think short form is exactly what I need.