Explosions, Short Stories and Scuplture

So, it has been a couple weeks since I last posted.  In that time there has been an explosion of excitement in my hometown-literally and metaphorically.  There was, literally, an explosion, but it wasn’t made of excitement.  No, it was made of natural gas.  A natural gas line ruptured.  I was in my dorm when it all transpired.  I had just gotten out of the shower and was checking my phone.  I had a message from my sister that said, “Some big explosion happened way off and it’s still rattling the windows”.  This made me very curious.  I checked Facebook and discovered that a gas line had indeed burst.  Apparently, the explosion lasted from about 2:00 A.M. to 4:30 A.M.  I hated to have missed it.  I’ve never experienced something like that.  A lot of people said, “I thought the world was ending.”  I even heard of one guy who was on the verge of tears because he knew it was the rapture and he knew he had been bad and his parents would be taken and he would be left behind.  (Was that to many ands?  It sounded good in my head, but it looks wrong on paper.)  It just seems like such a crazy experience.  And…I missed it.  Sad.  (Oh, and no one was hurt.)

I’ve been writing a lot recently.  Not on here, unfortunately.  I’ve always enjoyed writing.  Recently, I wanted to write some short stories.  Rather than just thinking about it, I decided to finally just do it.  I’ve started writing three stories so far, and I’ve got three more ideas I want to start. I’ve also been reading a lot short stories to try to find a formula to work from.  I didn’t really know what to do for a short story.  I didn’t know if I needed more or less character development.  I didn’t know about how the action should rise and fall.  I also didn’t know how long the story should be.  The powers of wikipedia were needed!  I found that for a story to classify as a short story it has to have more than 1,000 words and less than 20,000.  I found that most of the classics-Twain, London or Tolstoy-range from 7,000 to 10,000 words.  In my research, I have also discovered Flash Fiction.  I’ve been writing about one flash fiction story a night before I go to bed.  There are several different types of flash fiction.  One says there has to be less than fifty-five words.  Another rule says a flash fiction story has contain no less than 200 words but no more than 300.  Then the most general flash fiction has to simply have less than 1,000 words.  I’ve been really enjoying writing flash fiction, because it’s so quick.  I don’t feel the need to develop a plot or characters.  I feel more freedom to just improvise.  I like having the freedom to just start writing, not knowing where it will end up.  I’ve kind of wanted to start a blog with the exclusive purpose of posting some of these stories.  I’m kind of embarrassed for people to read what I have written.

I have recently started another blog.  It was about my spirituality, but I think I am going to delete it.  I feel I should devote my time to this blog.  She was my first *wink*!  Actually this wasn’t my first blog.  This was and is my second.  I had another blog under the exact same name at Blogger.  Actually, it’s still there.  I haven’t used it in a while.  I saw all the analytics and technology on WordPress, and I was sold.  I guess there is a certain vanity to that.  I got caught up on seeing how many people were visiting my site.  I originally joined blogger for its simplicity.  It was straight to the point.  It didn’t distract you with site views and popularity.  It was just straight forward.  Now, I’m at WordPress.  Wordpress is very distracting.  They have very good analytics.  They can track how many readers you have.  That’s nice, but it can put a writer in a dangerous position.  Not physically dangerous, of course, but I have found myself thinking “Would people like to read that?” instead of what I should be thinking, “What do I want to write about?”.  That was why I originally got into blogging.  Just to share my views on the world.

I have been rather busy.  I’ve been working on a sculpture for my sculpture class.  It was made of wire and a coffee cup.  I underestimated how long it would take me to wrap all the wire.  It was completed only hours before the due date Thursday morning.  I wanted it to be about unity among our society, unfortunately I made it exclusively out of wire.  The unity message didn’t really translate.  Jeff, my instructor, instructed me and didn’t criticize.  I was glad about that.  He is one of those teachers who can be hard on us, but if he gives you praise you know you earned it.  At the end of the day I like that kind of teacher, because I always learn from them.

I hope this wasn’t to pointless, and that you enjoyed it!  If you write stories please feel free to email me! (emt164@gmail.com)  I would love to read your stuff.  Also, please comment below if you know of some good short stories or authors.  Lastly, I’ve been reading a lot of short stories, but The Ransom of Red Chief is my favorite! It’s really funny!  Check it out here!