Last night's post...my unexpected fiction...bubbled out without much thought. On reading and rereading it, I decided there is much good to be gained from self-critique. I will, before long, expand the piece a bit and correct some rather glaring problems with it. I won't expand it by much, because the intent is for it to be a short burst of intense emotion. I want it to be something worth publishing, but I am not looking at it as the seed of a short story or a book. Instead, my intent is for it to be a vignette that, if successful, will cause the reader to think and, if I'm particularly successful, cause the reader to become emotional in some way.
It's damn near impossible to develop a character is such a short piece, but my revisions will attempt to do just that. The revised piece will capture, I hope, through presenting select instances of the guy's experiences and memories, a snapshot of what defines him at his core. I want this little piece to be powerful, evocative, and emotionally charged.
Those few paragraphs, in and of themselves, are not important and won't be...except to me. I want to massage them until they merit admiration. When I think I have been successful, I will present them here again and wait to hear...silence?...coughs?...congratulations?
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