Jotted off a flash this week, "Back Own My Stab", a tail-biter of a time travel story - hence the backwards title. Amazingly, it came in at exactly 1,000 words. At this length, I pretty much had the story worked out and memorized in my head, so when I sat down to write it, it only took an hour.
I've dropped it in the slush pile for an anthology; if they don't want it, I'll send it to Daily S-F. It has a lot to compare with "Double Exposure".
This is the 106th story I've written in ten years.