Literally ripped from the neurons, where it has lived for years.
It’s still just fiction.
Yes, some of it may be based on something.
But, like most memories, it has been rebuilt, embellished and things have been changed.
Your, too, are not free of invention.
As Ruth is fond of saying, “It’s all an illusion.”
It’s all a fiction, which is written by your perception of what’s going on around you.
This, in turn, is influenced by your automatic thinking (default neural pathways).
Unless, of course, you live in a war zone, in which case you’re probably being forced to live someone else’s interpretation of events.
And that could be a dark narrative.
But Ruth doesn’t live in a war zone. She’s fortunate.
I only save the important things
Reflections, dreams and things to remember her by.
There’s clutter, but it’s intentional.
There’s piles, but they’re strategic.
Always a method to the mess.
I can let go.
But I don’t, just in case.
What if the need arises?
I’ll be ready and inspiration will be quick and merciless.
This story is pure fiction. My office looks nothing like that. I’m very organized, almost pathologically so. I don’t have any piles, I always put away my laundry and I’m great at throwing things away. I even make my bed. No hoarding tendencies, at all.
It’s so simple.
The only thing is the one thing.
All the busy work and multi-tasking.
They just distract you.
So, be singularly focused on your one thing.
Then you’ll be one with everything you need.
That’s the secret.
The hard part is recognizing the one thing.
And having faith that it will deliver you.
55 word stories is my one thing. But you probably figured that out already.
Brainchild of New Times founder, Steve Moss
A hard ten in craps.
Pair of fives.
An equilateral triangle.
Semiprime and a Fibonacci number.
5 times 11, my favorite digits.
(Being born on 11/22)
Perfect size for a complete and curious yarn.
The beauty isn’t only what you write…
But also what you don’t.
Tried to succinctly explain why I like this sub-genre of flash fiction so much.
55 Word stories are a convention, like Haiku.
In a chaotic world, it sometimes nice to have order.
I don’t have to remember how many words to write.
It’s always 55.
Of course, in time, I’ll be forced to make exceptions.
I promise to always let you know when I do.