His name was Milo Scaggins.

I’m at it again. I’m taking part in another flash fiction challenge. My hope is that these challenges will help me build my writing muscles.

Writing about myself day in and day out is ‘easy’, whereas trying to create a fictitious story is hard (for me). Oh, and did I mention the fact that, during Christmas my brother made a comment to me about my writing? Yeah, I took his comment to mean something along the lines of, “If you are telling stories about yourself, it’s not really writing.”

I think a part of me believes him, so I am looking to build muscles where flab currently exists. (FYI: I hate exercising.) Continue reading “His name was Milo Scaggins.”