Back when I was in high school, I took a creative writing class. Or perhaps I should say the creative writing class since it was the only one offered. Anyway, it was pretty broad, covering poetry, character creation, and fiction writing. Even back then I had the dream of being a famous writer so it was a lot of fun to write a short story.
It came out at a grand total of twenty pages. Most of my classmates’ came out at six.
It was then that I realized I would never be a short story writer. I remember having to shorten the ending because the thing was due the next day and I was out of time. Am I verbose? Loquacious? Simply a big-story planner? All three, most likely.
I can’t do short stories. It’s just not in my blood. In recent years, the shortest thing I’ve written, with the exception of flash-fiction pieces for a certain Campaign, was a forty-thousand word novella, something I would probably expand rather than cut back on.
Of course, this doesn’t mean I don’t like short stories. Some of my favorite pieces are shorts. I admire them in the way one admires a great work of art. Obviously I’m never going to paint the Mona Lisa or Starry Night. But I can still understand their greatness.
And that’s my writing story for the week. Your turn. Do you do better with long fiction or short fiction? If you do both, is it easy to switch back and forth?