March of Microanalysis: Day 3

Microfiction entry: Day 3

Flowers never grew.


The growth of flowers is a pretty laid-back thing. So the non-growth of flowers must be even more so. In any case, I guess this is technically a story, since there's an ending…a tragic ending. Or mock-tragic,like what a goth girl might pronounce upon visiting her classmate's grave a year after the funeral. But as a story, it's still pretty weak. Three words just doesn't give one a lot to go on in terms of building plot. Of course, I committed some major errors here: no protagonist, no action, no conflict, no reason to care. I recommend you try to avoid those things if you're a writer-type.

But this realization isn't all bad. By identifying teh suck, I can work to rectify it. And that's the whole point of rewriting/editing/rewriting again.

On to the content. Why flowers? I've been surrounded by flowers the past few months. Working near a gigantor Van Gogh exhibit, and obsessing about my own tiny garden, put flowers on the brain. I was staring at a 12' high rendition of an iris when I scribbled this down. Now you know.


Through March, I'm posting a breakdown/analysis of the microfiction I posted on the corresponding day in February. This is probably only interesting to you if you care about the mechanics of writing, or if you know me personally.

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