250 words down and it settles in. A great calm. A sea of words to keep me afloat. I stop looking for land.
So I’m on a train to meet my mother at the art gallery, and my phone lights up and my little sector of the social mediaverse goes off. And there was nothing I could do about it for the next couple of hours at the art gallery because you know those places — where no…
Collision:Stories is a finalist for the Aurealis Awards in two categories. Best novella, fantasy, for “Like Ripples on a Blank Shore,” and best collection. So many pals, new and old are also on the list, which is here. Acclaimed authors Eugen Bacon and Kat Clay and will be frocking up to be socially distanced hosts…
I have a story in this called “His Name is Love,” based on the Stephen King story, “The Man Who Loved Flowers.” Here is an excerpt. I’ve been asked to dinner a lot. I reek of dead flowers. I like men, even after everything that’s happened. I mean I like women more, but I don’t…
Truman Capote likened the finishing of a novel to taking your child into the back yard and shooting it. As a parent, I’m intrigued by the mind that could have created that sentence. Still, I take his point. I was all but undone by the completion of my previous novel, cried for days, became physically…
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