“Jenni Plochka?” the worn woman in a pink bathrobe read the card in a harsh, tobacco and booze voice. The blue “Vacancy” flashed through her cigarette smoke. She frowned suspiciously. “Don’t get many BMWs here.”
“Just wanna crash. Gotta bed?”
“OK. But we paintin’ and wirin’, so th’only room is an old one at the end.”
This first volume of 50 Cent Flash Fiction will bring you into the fun, interesting, and intriguingly bizarre world of Jaan Seunnasepp. Jaan has a unique, dark sense of humor is playful with his writing, which makes for fun reading – you can’t help but smile or laugh out loud.
There are suggestions for creating deadlines. Another point is a discussion of boredom with the project. It is reassuring to see that others have similar problems to your own. My favorite, however is the following:
Review the Feedback You Hated
Remember the notes you got that you thought were relevant? Do you recall the feedback that you dismissed as being sloppy and inconsistent with all the other feedback you have received? Go back to it. Read it again. You might be in a place to finally hear the criticism and spark new ideas and start working on your script again.
Notes that have been set aside suddenly make sense when you’re on the floor, crying like a baby.
I thought I was the only one who reacted like this!!!
But seriously, to read over the notes again after some time has passed, is a good idea.
I remember my editor on these 50 Cent Flash anthologies giving me notes on the stories. It was just as the article said, there were some made sense immediately, others after a little time. There were also those I definitely did not agree with and skipped. That is my right – I am the writer in the end! But there was a last category – those notes that I did not like but could not really justify ignoring – I did not have a strong reason for rejecting them. In the end I decided that in these cases, where I could not find a good reason to reject the critique – I would accept it and make the changes. I figured my resistance was most likely just pride, and so I would trust Stephen.
Check out one of the anthologies and let me know what you think!
While this page is devoted to 50 Cent Flash fiction I also like to include various notes on writing.
At the 2017 Willamette Writers Conference, I was having drinks with actor/producer Gil Luna and we got on the topic of writers putting direction in the script/screenplay.
“But Gil,” I said. “If I have this idea of the film, a shot that goes this way, why shouldn’t I put it in? I mean this is an important part of my vision. I mean I know that ultimately the director is going to decide how it is shot, but why can’t I give him my vision. Yes?”
“The reason,” he replied, “is that it is insulting to the director.”
I was shocked at the idea, and at this point started recording the video. Here it is in his own words.
So . . . last year, I signed a contract for a two-book deal with Kensington for books one and two in the Dark Glass Series. Keep in mind that I tend to “hang out” both in person and online with a lot of other writers. I think that’s normal for someone who’s been in the biz as long as I have. I am a go-with-the-flow kind of person, and my mother taught me the great value of the importance of nodding and smiling.
I’d been with Ace/Roc since 2002, and a number of my self-published writing friends/acquaintances were surprised when I signed on with Kensington, not because I was changing publishers, but because I was working with a publisher at all.
“Geez, Barb. Why are you doing that? Why give a publisher any of your royalties. Why not just self-publish your new series?”
All these three stories are dealing with the human soul or psyche. They build up and then the surprise at the end turn things over. It’s possible that the end will cause the stories to continue in your head…
From the first few sentences it is obvious that the writer has a talent for expression using few words. The stories were interesting with a lot of dark humour thrown in. Once you start reading you won’t be able to stop!
Delightfully dark and surprising, these little gems of story-telling are a fun read. I love that the photographs at the end added even more depth to the last story. I am left with a sense of curiousity and a craving for a glass of Tokaji!
Waiting for a Latte, is story that connects to place. Everything about Portland the reader knows, or thinks, gets tapped into here. Seunnasepp brings our own urban anxiety to the table and gives the reader a glimpse of self-awareness through the situation and character interactions. Read in a coffee shop on an iPad, how perfect. A nice multidimensional story focusing on the social subtleties embedded in the mundane.
In Goodie Two-Shoes we meet characters we all already know. Seunnasepp gives us context and details, and a chance to spy on the inner essence of these people we all see on a daily basis. The writing is never dense, never showy, but just right.
Couches have flavors. This is an unsettling fact that will no longer be overlooked by the readers. Seunnasepp is heavily influenced by the climate of the Pacific Northwest. We all discuss the weather as a basis of social interaction, and this is the foundational thoughts from which the stores develop.
Jaan’s short story Elk City, has just been published on Work Literary Magazine.
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Elk City is a semi-fictional account of a trip to an isolated Idaho town by a group of hippie tree planters, and the relationship they set up with the townsfolk.
A group of old timers and a bunch of kids sat around the campfire. A couple of fresh logs were tossed on, sending a rush of sparks up to the sky. Robbie Richards pushed back his grey hair, and stretched his long boots towards the fire. Someone handed him a fresh bottle of Black Butte Porter, and he took a swig. The others, young and old turned towards him as he began his story:
Dusk was settin’ in and the rain was pourin’ down like there was no tomorrow as Tim Boty and me turned onto route 14 outa Grangeville and headed toward Elk City in spring of ‘76. Tim was driving his dusty old green Saab 96. That thing had more creaks and rattles in it than an old horse buggy, but she ran just fine. Man it was comin’ down!