There's a new magazine in town called Thaumatrope and it publishes on Twitter. That's right, Twitter, the land where no post can exceed one-hundred and forty characters. I just learned about it a couple of days ago on John Scalzi's blog. He did an interview there. My compadre, Grant Stone, has pounced on this and asked me just an hour ago if I'd submitted. I checked into it and I've already submitted two stories.
Here's where it gets stupid.
Given my my rules at the onset of The One-Thousand, these stories count toward my goal. Hell, Thaumatrope is even a paying market! Given all this, I could conceivably meet my goal in a few months time, rather than ten years. By the way, for those of you keeping track: Bright Idea (Number 77) and Sweetheart (Number 78). This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but that was the goal. This changes everything. I'll have to rethink.
How does The Ten-Thousand sound to everyone?
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The hell?
And all this time I've been giving my twitterfiction away. Like a sucker.
The funny thing is, I have trouble writing flash fiction. But this new thing (is it flsh fctn?) works for me. Wrote two more since lunch!
Maybe you should keep with one thousand for now until you reach at least, oh, nine hundred and ninety.
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