In January of 2011 I was off from work for two weeks as I was suffering from the excruciating pain of a pinched nerve. If I had to wish a horrid pain on an enemy, that would be it. I’m still traumatized. During that time, I slept very little. Between attacks of muscle spasms, at all times of the day and night and the steroids and the pain medications I got very little sleep. When I did sleep I was stricken with multiple recurrent episodes of lucid dreaming and hypnogogic hallucinations. I managed in that time to do some of what I felt to be my most crystalline writing. That is how I felt at that time anyway.
I managed some interesting world building and character development. Interestingly, everything I wrote regarding The Hinterland Chronicles was written in drabble form.
drabble — A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space. (Wikipedia)
I recently came upon a folder with about 100 pages of drabble. I thought I would share them. I’ve been reviewing them and using them to guide my current work. I thought I would share them.
THC: B — Drabble #1
“I saw you talking to that duster,” said Nguyen.
I said nothing. Couldn’t I talk to who I please? Did I need his permission, his approval?
“Do you use dust?” he asked confidentially, leaning in. I could smell the garlic from his last meal. “You can tell me.”
I stopped, the combination to my locker only half keyed in. My heart raced and it took me a moment to understand why.
I don’t recall the moment when I reached out, taking hold of his shirt. “When will your jealousy dry up?” I hissed hotly.
“When you admit what you are.”