The Happiness of Completion

All is apparently not lost in my brain and while I still have not returned to my only just begun novel, I did in fact complete my very first short short story! I can't describe how it felt to have actually finished the little story, although exhilarated probably comes close. It was a rather fantastic high that left me wanting more.

The short short part makes it sound a lot easier than it was, at least to me it did. I suppose if you already know about writing short stories then you knew that it was a tricky task. (As Marisa pointed out to me)

I didn't start out to write a short short story, mind you, it was supposed to be a short story. As odd as it may sound, the little story sort of took on a life of its own and try as I did, it really just wanted to be a short short. It amazes me that everything I wanted to get across was actually fully realized in so small a space. I'm not sure if that means I just don't have the ability to stretch out a convincing tale or if that was just all that was needed to do so.

I see the story in the story, but that may only be because I created it. However, it being a short short much of it is open to interpretation and imagination, I suppose, for it's really only a snippet into the characters lives. A very short snippet, at that. A fact which really gives the reader some control over what they imagine occurred to propel the characters to that particular point and even where they will go after.

It's an interesting medium - the short short story. One that I found I really enjoyed. There's something a bit magical in a tiny story that conveys so much. Not that my story or any story I will write in the near future will probably have such magical qualities, but the fact that it's possible makes me want to try.

For those of you wondering if you're going to get to read the story you've now heard so much about...I've not really decided. My anxiety-riddled brain is having issues with the sharing part at the moment.