By the Letter is a collection of flash fiction stories inspired by real people I used to know.
I sometimes think about people I used to know, because when you love someone, it’s too hard to forget.
Letter by Letter is a series of flash fiction stories that encompasses everything I learned from these people.
Names are purely fictional, stories are purely fictional. Flash fiction is nice because it gives me some freedom to write short stories that could be entire novels, and just get it done and written quickly.
Some of the people are real people, some people are imaginary fictional characters.
I didn’t think it was important to make the distinction between real vs. not real people.
If I’m influenced or inspired by a character I read about, I’m ultimately influenced or inspired by that creator, but I don’t always know or remember who that creator is.
Some of the stories are actually inspired by mixing the stories of 2, 3, or 5 people together.
It’s sort of like designing the ultimate puzzle in some ways. Only I can correctly identify who the people are. It’s up to you the reader to solve it. I don’t know if it’s actually a puzzle that’s possible to solve.
By the time I reached the letter Z, I couldn’t even remember…cause I thought of all of them all at once.
It’s even more challenging because a lot of people I only knew on a first name basis, if I even ever actually knew their name at all.
Oh, and what I remember about someone, might not even be what the person would remember…or even if that person is ever still alive that you could ask them.
You can know somebody like you knew them your whole life in 5 minutes. I might not have all the facts and info sorted, but I know you.
When I was about halfway through the list A-Z, I realized it was so good I couldn’t wait to formally publish it. Formatting, editing, writing, all that shit basically wastes time between me sharing it with you.
And when I say I realized it was good, please don’t mistake me for thinking the writing itself is good. I’m not that conceited of an egotistical writer!
I just mean it felt good. It felt good for me to write it.
You can’t just write something that feels that good to write and let it sit there. If it just sits there, you’re never done with it. It’s only finished if someone reads it.
I also didn’t want that whole “i should publish this shit/should i publish this shit” inner conflict hanging over my head.
I was worried in some of the stories someone might recognize themselves in it. Then I remembered, I could publish the stories here on my blog of bad poetry. I’m not even sure if I could pay people to read bad poetry.
But if do you read these stories, and you think it’s about you, that’s super. It’s probably not, but I’d still love to catch up. Message me here.