I’m chuffed that the very lovely Camroc Press review have published my flash “What’s Coming” today. And I just reread it and still like what I wrote. Imagine that. Please feel free to feed my fragile ego and tell me how much you like it. (Not even gonna put a winky face here.)
My brother sent me an email about a twunty colleague of his and I liked some of his lines so much I took ’em and turned them into a flash which the lovely folk at The Pygmy Giant have just published. It was fun to try and write in my brother’s voice and shape it into a wee story; I just hope his workmate doesn’t happen upon it and recognise himself.
I like the Editor‘s note for The Ilanot Review’s summer edition. They asked for submissions for a “hybrid” issue and wanted something different – work that “rejected labels.” The journal is packed with good words from super smart writers like Elaine Chiew, Sarah Hilary, Jonathan Pinnock, Angela Readman and Nuala Ni Chonchuir. It’s pretty damn cool to be appearing in a journal alongside them. I’m pleased with my piece, Immalore. At the risk of sounding like a twat, it’s kinda personal, but ambiguous too, and probably the closest I get to poetry.
I’m pleased that Kill Author have published “Dorothy’s Shoes”. My flash is an entirely fictional account of the suicide of Dorothy Edwards. The actual details known about her life, writing, and suicide are the kind one does not forget. Her suicide note is shocking. I keep wondering what happened to her shoes.
I’ve had several responses to this piece from people saying they had not heard of Edwards. Her one collection of short stories – Rhapsody, and her only novel – Winter Sonata, are usually available from Waterstones Brighton and are well worth reading.
My teeny story “Glimmer” is in a new magazine called “What the Dickens” – you can read it here, alongside words by Kirsty Logan, Angela Readman and Sandy East (amongst others).
I like wigleaf very much. It’s the coolest, smartest lit kid on the block. They just tweeted “Pre-written Facebook statuses (to save people time): “I’m rich!” “I’m smart!” “I play with the big boys!” “I’m talented!” “I’m important!””
I feel the need to mention Pan Am. It’s clearly a Mad Men wannabe with no substance and nowhere near as much style as it wishes it had. I have to watch though because – Donna from Neighbours! Also, what the fuck is Christina Ricci doing? She seems to be channeling Betty Boop.
In other bad telly news I am persevering with The Ringer purely because, y’know, she was Buffy. It reminds me of Sunset Beach in both a good and bad way. Also it seems clear that Sarah Michelle Gellar is not so great an actress but Whedon is such a genius it wasn’t a problem.
I read my new story – “The Mothers” – at Sparks and it is now available to read here.