Latest news is my short story, Game Play, will be released in the Anthology, Songs of the Satyrs, by Angelic Knight Press. Looking forward to working with our editor and publisher. Available in print and ebook in 2014.
I start a PhD in Creative Writing at Adelaide Uni in a week or so. The current thesis title is The Sexing of Magic: Challenging patriarchal and ethnocentric representations of shamans and tricksters in literature. What a mouthful, but I can’t wait to start.
And I’ve just finished two of the Odyssey Online Workshops with Jeanne Cavelos and Barbara Ashford. Both fabulous workshops that will help me move the novel along.
So now to put all this into practice…
My short story, THE GIRL BENEATH, is now available in the anthology, MISERIA’S CHORALE, from Amazon and Createspace. The horror anthology was edited by David Nell and released by Forgotten Tomb Press.
The line up looks terrific, and after having a sneak peek at the talent, I’m definitely impressed. Featuring 400 pages of illustrations and stories from well-known authors and new talent, I just know my relatives are going to enjoy their copy for Christmas.
Oooh, I can just imagine their pained, non-horror loving expressions. Having a horror writer in the family must be such fun.
Well, it’s school holidays and I’m not getting much achieved. On the other hand, I’m spending quality time with Miss Tween; what with ice skating, horse riding, circus performing and the odd movie.
Leaving the computer for these adventures interferes with writing, but it provides plenty of scope for research. The lady who owns the riding stable told me about a Middle Eastern prince who recently visited Adelaide. He wanted to ride a horse, and arrived at the stable along with a fleet of limousines. His entourage stepped out; the men wearing double-breasted jackets, and the women tottering across the paddocks in high heels. They wore so many jewels they couldn’t grip the reins. After their ride, the chauffeurs unloaded the cars, put up a marquee (without permission) and the prince and his minions enjoyed an afternoon soiree, right in the middle of the horse riding field. The owners looked on in amazement.
Such an incredible sense of entitlement, reminiscent of sovereign power and the pre-industrial period.
Life is definitely stranger than fiction. Or as my father would say, ‘there’s nothing stranger than folk.’