Another piece from On The Edges Of Vision is live in Cobalt Review’s new edition:
To take a special holiday to visit the place where they were last seen.
To take a bus and then a train, the green countryside blipping past, the
technology of an earlier era but no less miraculous.
To arrive at the station, the only person standing on the platform under a
To see likewise the yellow fields of rapeseed swaying in a breeze your arms
do not register.
To feel in your nerves the storm hunching below the horizon.
‘To String’ starts from page 13, but there’s plenty more to see in the journal.
It’s an MR Jamesian sort of a thing, pseudo-academics and haunted houses in quiet locales. Look out for a little detail from another story of mine, slipped in…
Now the flat has settled into place, the ghosts pacified and the furniture (mostly) rearranged to suit, I have begun a new project. This while I wait for more hard work on On The Edges Of Vision (some time later in the year).
I’ve started a novella in small flash bits, a little in the style of Mary Robison (of One DOA and One on the Way and Why Did I Ever) but without attempting her acerbic wit and pithiness. This novella, currently called Villain Miriam (which I hope sounds like a toxic plant) is about a girl called Aophe who goes to live in a witchy house on the shore of an island, thinking she is special. She has a pug puppy for a familiar, while the two other witch-types there (a girl called Mar and a boy called Tatra) have much more sinister creatures at their disposal. And then there is the Miriam of the title, a shady figure who has appeared in other fictions of mine.
I’d like to get the piece to about 20,000 words long, then edit it down to the shape and weight of a little stone, then throw it out to sea. There are a number of deadlines out there for novellas between 36-100 pages, some for the beginning and some for the end of October. It’s a light, dark, slightly younger thing I’m writing. Hopefully just right for the closing-in, Samhain time of the year.
My piece, ‘Chrysanthemums’, is now live on the new issue of Synaesthesia Magazine. You can read the story from page 22 onwards.
D and I are in Glasgow now, with a house like a tornado’s been through it, and a to-do list that seems to grow rather than shrink by the day. Posting will be light for a little while, I think.
You may have noticed I have been quite quiet on this blog. In part, that’s been because of the move to Glasgow BUT ALSO BECAUSE OF THIS:
My collection of flash fiction, entitled On The Edges of Vision will be released in 2015 by Queen’s Ferry Press!
Here’s a link to my bio on Queen’s Ferry Press.
I am so thrilled. The collection was previously known as Monstirs, and several of the flash have been published in journals lately (check out my Fiction list for a read of them)
This is all a wonderful dream.
I am not allowed to buy books at the moment
I am NOT allowed to buy books at the moment.
D and I are moving flat soon, and simply now is not a good time to buy more books.
So of course, I have been seeing books I want to read EVERYWHERE and none of them are library books, of course.
Check them out:
- Chelsea Hodsons’ chapbook Pity the Animal – Goodreads reviews Glacially cool looking, and spoken of widely with great enthusiasm (Future Tense Books)
- Amina Cain’s Creature – from the excellent Dorothy Press ‘Amina Cain’s Creature brings together short fictions set in the space between action and reflection, edging at times toward the quiet and contemplative, at other times toward the grotesque or unsettling.’ (Dorothy)
- Sara Woods’ Wolf Doctors – I think the cover is really cool, and Sara is too, from what I have seen of her on various social media platforms. Poetry, strangeness and heart. (Artifice Books)
Any I’m missing? All of them, I’m missing them all. Ach, well. For now.
Another from Monstirs is live now, along with the rest of the new issue of Corium:
Four boys run together along the sodden woodland track. Soon one of them will be lost. It had been raining in Maryland for the whole month of September. Even the mushrooms have drowned.
Fittingly for the mood of the story, it’s raining here, thunder rounding across the tenements, the gulls sounding a little less raucous, a little more mournful than usual.
A flash piece, about Lana Del Rey as an ambiguous monster hunter, is now ready to view in the new issue of decomP:
Smatter on the street corner. A godless sun direct overhead. Police are here already for the remnants. Claw marks chalked in the sidewalk. A body consumed and wiped away from the mouth with a delicate back of the hand. Is it too obvious? Out of all the celebrities, that the most monstrous should be her?
I really look forward to reading the whole issue as well, over my morning tea.
In further news, another piece from Monstirs has been accepted by Corium. More on that later.