In between all all various and sundry ways I find to use my time, I’ve recently been taken by the urge to write stories around pictures I’ve taken (in addition to the novel I’m still plugging away at. And the nonfiction book that still calls weakly for attention. Oh, and work. Work is still there, for the most part). It’s a fun little diversion, but then I find I’m kind of at a loss as to what to do with them. They end up short and, I dunno, kind of more like a mood piece than anything.

I suppose I could submit to one of the many flash fiction sites out there, but that entails a lot of details crap that, frankly, sounds like more trouble than it’s worth. I am what the Japanese call a mendokusagariya.

So I figure, what the hell, why not post them here? That way I can pair them with the pictures and not worry about waiting for acceptance dates and such. It’d be nice to get a bit of spending money for them, but that’s secondary. It’s just fun to write and be read.

In the coming days. Weeks? Months? I guess you can expect to see a bit of fiction work its way onto the blog. Not sure how it’ll go, but that’s part of the fun. Seeing how things work themselves out.

Hell, the only reason I’m taking the time to write this post is to halfway convince myself it’s worth it to even try. Kick the idea around and see if it doesn’t break apart under the tiniest bit of cognitive pressure.

No crumbling apparent yet, so I guess that’s a go for now.