A bit of inspiration hit me the other day, reading Sarah Hinna’s recap of her Thirty Days of Poetry.  Particularly when reading this, and in particular the part in bold:

 I’d fallen out of love with writing. It had become another pressure, instead of a happy wandering. I’ve been wrangling with the same novel for three years, and I thought it had beaten me. I didn’t even care that it had beaten me, particularly, but I did care that I didn’t seem to care.

Hmm. I thought. I could do this. Not with poetry, of course. My mind just doesn’t work that way. Or more to the point, I’m not that deep. But I could do this with flash fiction. 30 Days of Flash Fiction sounds nice.

Then I thought about my novel. What if I wrote 30 flash fiction pieces set in the universe of my novel? That would certainly get my creative juices flowing. In fact, if I did this right, I’d almost be *gasp* plotting my novel, only writing 30 pieces of flash fiction seem much less icky than writing an outline.

So that’s what I’m going to do. Only, don’t hold me to it. Or do. It’s up to you really. Once I have a few of these things written I’ll post them here. This could be really exciting. Or not. Who knows?