I know that the website is called Diva Fiction Bytes.  
I know that short tales should abound on this website.  
New ones, that is. And they will.
As soon as I stop letting the inner critic shut me down every five minutes.  
I have been working on a Fiction Byte for over a week that simply cracks me up.  In my head.  When I get it out on paper, not so much. So, instead of moving on to something else (too many stories, too little time), I have been wrestling with …

I started this writing thing because I love a good story.  I thought that maybe I have some good stories in me that people would like to read. Real stories about real women, with a dash of humor. Except then I started writing regularly and quickly realized that this writing thing ain’t as easy as it looks.  
I’m still going to write.  I’m kind of compelled to.  And I’ll write even if no one reads it  (that is my neurosis rearing it’s ugly head- get used to it).  
But it …

I just finished writing Work In Progress- Part 2 and I have to say that I am pretty pleased with myself.  Except that it was only supposed to be a two parter, and now there’s going to be three.  Because I don’t know how it ends yet.  
And I know you are saying, but you are the writer, you are supposed to know how it ends.
Well, I don’t.  Because things keep changing in my head.  I’ll know by this weekend though.  At least I’m pretty sure I will because I …

I have gotten lots feedback about the website this week.  It has all been positive, and for that I am grateful.  I have noticed that no one has asked me “why”.  Now generally, why is not a question that you want to ask in certain situations.
Example-
Me:  Tyler, why did you leave your shoes in the middle of the floor?  I just tripped over them.
Possible Response #1:  blank stare with a shrug and no answer
Possible Response #2:  just a shrug and no answer
Possible Response #3:  blank stare, no shrug, and no …

It’s a running joke among writers.  We simply write what the voices in our heads tell us to.  
I also have this thing called a vivid imagination.  It often takes snippets of conversations or single events and creates entire stories around that simple kernel of truth.  Work In Progress is a result of my imagination, but it’s drawn from my own desires.  For years, I wanted to walk into my former place of employment and say “That’s it! I’m out of here.  Thanks for the ride.  I’m off to be …

I am always trying to figure out how to end my stories.  A twist here, a turn there, or a happily ever after. Except that sometimes, the end is not the end.  Just like life.  It’s the end for that day, that moment, or that episode.  But the characters will be back.  And something silly, fun, amazing, stupid is sure to happen to them.  And as their creator, it’s my job to make sure that everything is well documented.  
I guess this is sort of an advance warning to the …

I am a voyeur.  OK- not in the real sense of the word.  But I do pay attention to how people interact when they are out in public.  I watch how a mother interacts with her child in Target.  I notice if the couple seated across from me and The Man at dinner are engaged in conversation or simply in their own separate worlds, yet sharing a table.  I pay attention to how Diva In Training converses with her friends on the phone.  I notice how each of my Diva …

is ticking so loudly.  It’s kind of driving me crazy because I am aware of it, but it is also providing a backdrop of sorts.  
Rhythm, but no music.  
It’s the middle of the week, what do you want from me?