I’m having a flash fiction piece published in an anthology this August. I’m excited.
An off topic bitch fest brought to you by me.
Being told to give a survey to my students to find out how to make my class more fun is really just absolutely fucking ridiculous. Never mind that 12 year-old kids have no idea what they should do. They only know what they want. They want to be on their phones and they want to play mindless video games and get constant positive feedback for no effort.
Sure, give them a survey. Make it more fun. The only focus for teacher’s for the several years has been us to make everything more fun. Easier. Bullet points and no reading. And certainly no homework. They’re too busy for homework. Too busy.
Did you study? No, but I played Call of Duty for 10 hours.
You play Call of Duty? Your parents let you play Call of Duty?
Obviously, the problem lies with me. I’m not fun enough.
Now, I’m bored of complaining. It’s always the same. Poor performance and blame the teacher. Nothing to do with parenting. Nothing to do with screens. Nothing to do with kids being exposed to violence earlier and earlier in their lives. Nothing to do with any of that. Just me and my boring hands-on, lab filled, inquiry-based, interactive class.
For several weeks now I’ve been assisting other writers as a development editor for an anthology coming out next summer. I’m really enjoying the process. Each story is so different in style, genre, POV, voice, etc. Each writer eager to dig into whatever we come upon to improve their work. It’s a great experience and I’m learning a lot. 🙂
Oh, my! Goodness me. Call the police!
Granny? What happened?
A man outside.
Oh, yes. He took my breath away!
Granny! So, not a thief.
Oh, but there was a criminal
Word count: 33
Pluma paced, preoccupied.
Perhaps, she went too far this time.
Her heart, she followed, though plummeting inside.
Pluma played it safe, you see, her designs always quite clean.
Pedestrian, pacifying, plain.
Pluma pulsed within, craving dynamic peppy seams.
Passion for fashion pushed her over the edge.
Now she waits for critics to drop their sledge.
The paper slips under her door.
Pluma pounces, peeks, prays.
And before she can pull her eyes away,
Pluma sees Princess Pud
On the full cover front page,
Parading about in her new favs
The headline reads:
Princess Pud Proudly Prances in Her New Pluma Puffy Pantses!
Puffy Pants are all the rage
Thanks to Pluma and her plucky passion for forward thinking fashion!
Oh, good god,
She can hardly believe it.
Pluma passes out
Just to conceive it.