As I can be prone to bouts of anxiety, I can't believe I am going to say this, but: I do some of my best work on an aggressive deadline. There is an annual contest that provides a prompt (genre, object and location) and a deadline of 48 hours to knock out a 1,000 word story. I fret at every one of those two thousand, eight hundred and eighty minutes and yet, when it's done, I have something in my hands that didn't exist two days prior. That bit of rhythm and flow has worked for a little over a decade and I still can't understand why. When the clock is ticking, something beautiful happens. I take influences from my personal life and distill it on the page. On time, on deadline, every time.
"Straw Men" was written in 2009 as part of the annual NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge and I couldn't help but be impacted by the prevailing economy:
Courtesy of Karen Fayeth