One of my short, short stories (a drabble, actually) has turned up on The Horror Tree, a writer’s markets site, who are now running a short fiction section called Trembling with Fear. You can read “Confectious” here.
I performed at a SA Writers Centre “Quick & Dirty” event last month; the theme was Death (my patch, natch, so I threw my hat in the ring) and the reading took place at the West Terrace Cemetery. A beautiful place for some musings on mortality, with some talented fellow scribes on the bill. I read an early chapter from a finished manuscript I’ve been keeping to myself until I feel it’s ready for the eyes of others, and it looked a little something like this:
One of the interesting things about this experience was that I learned the West Terrace Cemetery has its own branded, bottled water. Amongst ourselves, we did wonder whence it came…
In other news, the Kickstarter for Between the Tracks, the upcoming anthology featuring my work alongside Barker, Campbell, Golden et al, is up here. And there’s a neat cover image, too:
Tell me you don’t want a hardcover copy of this sitting on your shelf!
I was going to write a post for Women in Horror Month, giving props to some great artists who’ve enriched my life, but things got in the way… tomorrow is International Women’s Day, so perhaps I’ll be back very soon to do just that! And do me a favour: if you’re one of those people who drones on about the unfairness of preferential treatment for women, when they get the short end of the stick in every conceivable way, please screw your head on tighter and try again.
(Yes, I did see that of the authors listed on the cover above, only two are women. Irony noted.)
Thank you for your time. Be brilliant!