Round One of the NYC Flash Fiction contest is away. Personally, I love what fell out of my head.
My group got the prompt “Spy / A Pharmacy / A Dictionary.” The “Spy” genre is new for the competition, and new for me as well. I have to admit, when I saw the prompt, my mind went blank. I cringed, and cried a little on the inside.
Then I had a dream. The characters came to me in vivid liveliness, telling me their names, purposes, drivers and back-stories. The plot flowed in its entirety. The words appeared on the page in my dream, and I woke up knowing the first words to put on the page.
Writers live for moments like those.
My first draft was rough – very rough. It takes a village to beat a story into submission-quality. I called in my posse. I seriously love my beta readers. One in particular – another contest participant in a different group – helped me hone the spy aspect of the story. Her suggestions were invaluable! Others offered up their stumbling points and alternate wordings. I think this story went through a good dozen full edits, if not more. And that was before my writer’s group on Sunday afternoon!
I shipped it to NYCFlash three hours before the deadline. And while I definitely took liberty with the prompt, I love what it became. I can’t wait to share it! Until we get the go-ahead from NYC, all I can offer is the title and synopsis.
Stay tuned… soon you will be able to read…