For over a year now, I've been joining the ever-growing numbers of writers posting six sentences every Sunday linked at Sara Brookes' Six Sentence Sunday. I have got to know some really wonderful writers in the process, but last Sunday for the first time the higher math of pruning my snippet failed me and I had my link disconnected for breaking the Six Sentence Barrier. I probably wouldn't have noticed that if someone had not pointed it out to me, but it made me realize that this effort, which may seem rather small to those of you blessed with abundant energy, was hard on my carpal-tunnel-damaged hands.
It also brought home how this exercise is taking some of my limited energy away from my fiction writing. In short, I don't have enough “spoons" to keep up with the six Sunday pace. If you are not familiar with the spoon theory, a good explanation is here spoon theory.
If you're in writing for the long haul or in life for the long haul, this theory can prove useful.
So this will be my last Six Sunday post. I've gained a lot from this experience, not the least of which is the habit of posting something on this blog every weekend. So if you're interested in seeing what I post here outside of the six Sunday framework feel free to follow or check in-- I always announce my posts on Twitter and Facebook and more friends are always welcome.
So here's my last snippet, as the dominoes continue to fall in Large Target. Jo has parked outside the kidnappers’ hideout when someone knocks at the window of her car.
"Admiral Rhymer, you scared the hell out of me. Get in the backseat and hunch down, they may be looking for you."
He started to scramble in and paused with one leg on the sidewalk. "How do you know who I am?"
"I threw a drink on you at a party."
"I'm sorry, you'll have to be more specific."
To those checking in from Six Sunday--write on!