Suffice it to say, I think I’ve reached my saturation point and, while I still intend to work on my stories and still like reading short stories, I’m ready for a novel now. Much as I appreciate the short story form and the intensity this brings, I’m missing the indulgence of the novel – having the chance to get to know characters more deeply; to follow them in a longer story and to immerse oneself in descriptions which are so often lacking in short fiction.
There seems to be a trend towards overtly stripped-back stories these days and yes, I know, 1,500-2,000 words just doesn’t give you the luxury of lots of descriptive prose but still… I want some. I’ve said before that I loved To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf and I also enjoy James Joyce. What can I say – I love flowery poetic writing, and short, punchy prose tends to cut it out. I appreciate flash fiction and the like, but right now, it’s back to novels for me.
Meanwhile, however, I will have my editing hat firmly on as I continue to refine my own short stories, and I hope to put all that advice I’ve soaked up recently to good use 🙂