The Stories Behind “Thong-Sized Stories”

ThongSizedStoriesCoverIf you’re the type who wonders where authors’ ideas come from, or how those ideas develop, here’s some insight into Thong-Sized Stories.  Get your print or digital copy here.

Be warned: this section may contain spoilers.

 Lunch With Daddy – My writers’ group has a tradition of working with writing prompts every time we meet.  It’s a way for us to do some free-form, no-pressure writing.  I try to let my mind wander as I do it, like imaginative play; sometimes I wind up with a story like this.  I think the prompt was, “Write about the contents of a trash can.”

 The Turkey Incident – The creative person’s imagination never really stops.  I came up with this wacky story on the way to my day job on Black Friday 2012 as a means to keep my coworkers’ minds off their hangovers.  At some point during the commute, I realized voodoo reanimation and its effect on Turkey Day was a fun idea to play with, and so I did.  After half a dozen oral tellings, where I kept adding details and embellishments, the vast majority of the story was in my head.  All I had to do was set it down on paper.  I chose the first-person narrator for the immediacy of the voice, and because it allowed me to directly transpose my oral telling to the page.  It’s the longest thong-sized story, but hey, big people wear thongs, too.

 The Shaman’s Folly – This is another story from a writers’ group prompt.  I don’t remember the exact lead-in, but it had to do with hearing a heartbeat.  Giving myself permission to mentally wander got this one out right there, in one sitting.

 The Things We Do For Love – At some point or another, we’ve all known someone who makes us misbehave.  This story is an exaggeration of the concept, taken to an extreme somewhere in the neighborhood of Natural Born Killers.  It’s also the germ of a writing prompt, and the youngest story in the collection.

Three Drunken Frat Boys – I’d been studying “Three Billy Goats Gruff” for a while, because it factored into another story I was writing.  Then I found myself teaching the idea of structural parody to my writers’ group.  For those of you who don’t write, a structural parody is a tool for learning how to plot in which you create your own story while sticking to the point-by-point happenings of a well-known tale.  As part of my instruction, I created this story as an example of what we were trying to accomplish in our meeting.  I think it’s a fun take on a known commodity, even if it’s (naturally) predictable.

 Pilot Chatter – An experiment in sound and language which took years to develop.  I’m pretty sure it started off one night when I wasn’t sober, which is the one time I usually don’t write since my ideas in that state always sound better than they really are.  I was bullshitting the check-check dialogue, annoying my wife with it.  Usually that’s where those ideas end, but this one stuck with me, rising back to the top of the Imaginary Playground in my mind again and again.  Eventually I wrote a draft as a sort of purging action, decided it was too weird, and put it in a drawer for a few years.  Still it haunted me, right up until I realized it was the perfect size for this collection.  It was one of the last stories I completed for inclusion here, partly because I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could make it work, and partly because I had to be sure it told enough of a story to be worthy of that name.  It’s an art piece – weird, weird art that makes me happy.

 Business News – I listen to news on the radio a lot in the car.  I’m also a strange guy.  One day, while listening to yet another story about a massive recall of cars, I started thinking about the male reproductive system as a business.  Specifically, I was thinking about STDs and what that would mean for a philandering man who spread his seed around, then had to tell everybody about contracting something nasty.  If the body was a business, it would issue a product recall.  The story itself is an exercise in walking the line between stylistic parody and vulgarity, which I’ve gotta say is pretty damn hard to do.

Telegram Sex – Old-fashioned telegrams didn’t use punctuation, but rather the word STOP.  “Stop,” is a word one hopes not to hear in intimate encounters.  When I combined that thought with a musing of what phone sex was like before phones, I wound up with this story of two long-distance lovers who can’t quite get it right.

 ‘kay – When I was seventeen, I knew a girl like the narrator of this story.  Her crushes were all-consuming and swung from the heights of elation to the dungeons of dejection, sometimes within the same day, or even moment, such as in this story.  It only sounds obsessive from the point-of-view of half a life later, but what I remember most about that girl was her optimism, even when she encountered setbacks.  As near as I can recall (and keep in mind the original draft was written before the turn of the millennium), I wrote about her situation in an exaggerated, semi-fictional way in an attempt to capture that sunny spirt of youth.  ‘kay has gone through several metamorphoses over the years, becoming longer and more involved before I realized that the story is about a place, a person, a feeling, and most importantly, a single moment in the go-go-go world of high school.

Observations at Twilight – Early in 2013, I travelled to Florida to say goodbye to a sick relative.  After a particularly hard week where I didn’t have much time for writing, I found myself on a plane back to Chicago, in a window seat for the first time in quite a while.  Night was falling, and my eastward view of the patchy cloud cover was lit from the opposite side of the plane in all the warm colors of sunset.  I watched the day dissolve into evening, then night, and spent the remainder of the flight writing on my iPad.  The final draft of this story is a focusing of the cathartic freewriting I did at 33,000 feet, which itself was a way of working through some of my blossoming grief by finding the ups in a downbeat situation.

Thoughts on the Eve of Publication

Thong Sized Stories Full CoverIt’s fun to look on Amazon and know that something I’ve created will be available to all my friends and readers come the stroke of midnight.  I’ve been waiting for this day ever since I put the finishing touches on Thong Sized Stories about six weeks ago.  Part of me is also nervous; I’m releasing ten of my ideas into the wild, calling them “done” and letting everybody make of them what they will.

The greater part of me is glad they’re ready for you.  Some of these tales are over a decade old, and until I discovered the flash fiction form, I had no idea what to do what them.  Making a collection of fully realized, separate “moments” of story is not only a fun way to entertain my audience, it’s also an artistic statement for myself.

I’m usually known for my longer work.  Even my short stories often stretch over 20 pages.  One I’m working on now is damn near 50.  The creative challenge of flash fiction appealed to the part of me which wants to break out, be weird, do something different.  Combine that with the community of writers I’ve discovered via Waterline Writers and the Fox Valley Writers’ Group, and I’ve had a lot of exposure to the very short form over the last year and a half.  And since I’m never satisfied to do the same thing over and over, I took up the challenge of this form.  Looking at the finished product, I think I’ve succeeded, too.  I think there will be a sequel, eventually, to this collection, too, considering that more than half of these tales came out of the prompts in my writers’ group.  Those are a standard activity, and I’m sure I’ll write some more fun thong sized stories as I go along.

Check back tomorrow, 9/3 for all the details on how you can order your own paper or Kindle copy of Thong Sized Stories.  You can also get a freebie from the collection here.  If you like what you read, please let your friends know, or better yet, spend a couple bucks and get them a copy.  It’s a nice, cheap gift for the reader on your gift lists, and hey, the holidays are coming…

Big thanks go to my wonderful wife Margie for her work formatting and designing the cover.  If you’re a writer or poet looking for top-notch design for your upcoming book, check out Margie’s Mark to see what she can do for you.

Enough for now, except to say that I’ve been busy in the time since I finished this collection.  I’m cooking up a batch of more traditional short stories, plus a novel, plus whatever else shows up on my own imaginary playground.  Enjoy the book, and thanks for reading!