Sitting at a table in the sun, with the son and joking fit to giggle my little flash fiction was born. I enjoy the interaction of Facebook, I enjoy hearing from friends throughout my day and I enjoy annoying the doings out of my kids. They can be so easy to annoy, so easy to inspire to a view that is irrelevantly amusing. Aghh life can be good sometimes.
However, back to Flash Fiction… I have discovered this new genre for the first time when putting fingerprint to key. I must admit I am a reader who enjoys a good lengthy saga, anything under 350 pages and I consider it a midnight read. If I find a book, or better a series that keeps me enthralled for more than four days I am in heaven. Perhaps I am hard to amuse but unfortunately this is my malady.
Which is why, when I completed my four book series, The Dreaming, I was amazed when those involved publishing advised that I split the books into a series of eight. To me it seemed inconceivable at first as each book was the story of an individual Aboriginal Shaman, a paranormal tale of love and adventure, or conflict where they seek to find their way through towards the life they choose to live, despite all else and yes… their length varies from 450-550 pages in print. The tale told in the complete series is something of a revealing saga, but an interesting one that takes you on many turns through the pages.