Yes, I’m late. Again. In my defence, I typed this post on Wednesday, and then forgot to publish it. I’m not sure if that’s better or worse than having an actual reason, but there you go.
This week in writing has been great. Firstly, I got back the various critiques on A Rose By Any Other Name, and used them to really tighten up the writing. I’ve submitted it to the Stringybark Speculative Fiction Award, which closes in a few days. I’m really happy with the story, and with the writing. Everything I write is just that little bit better than the last, which makes me feel really good about my abilities.
Secondly, I’m working on a story that I’m going to enter into the Brighton COW short story competition that closes on 31 May. I’m about halfway through it, so I’ve still got a lot of work to do. I’m practicing writing ‘hooks’ on my stories, so bear with me while I tell you what this one is about.
Twilight: Teenage girls think it’s a love story. Horror fans think it’s an abomination. But what do the real creatures of the night think?
Twelve, the latest in a long line of disposable minions working for Count Damien Frost, thinks it’s a health hazard. And it’s his health that’s in hazard. When his Master reads the book, Twelve finds himself dealing with emo tantrums, a misguided vampire hunter, and an over-ambitious minion. Can he overcome his rival while protecting his Master’s un-life and reputation? Or will he end up like so may of his minion predecessors: pumped full of poisonous venom, while nursing a broken leg at the bottom of a snake pit?
I haven’t got a title for this story yet, but will keep you posted.
Thirdly, I’ve had a piece of flash fiction accepted for publication in the winter edition of Art Gaze Magazine. It’s not my usual genre, being a 800 word coming-of-age story in the aftermath of the recent Queensland floods. I’m incredibly proud of the story, though. Although my family and I weren’t personally impacted by the floods( ie. we didn’t lose property, possessions, or loved ones), I don’t think anyone living in South-East Queensland was truly unaffected. This story was my way of getting my emotions out in a way that didn’t involve reading news stories, looking at horrific footage of devastation, and crying for hours at a time.