A little urban archaeology mixed with a bad relationship is the foundation for this one. Digging digging down. Thrilled to see it with Scissors and Spackle, whose magazine just has the best stuff. This issue is pretty amazing too, grainy and deep. Like sifting through layers.
It’s good to take stock, to turn the gaze backwards to get the level of the landscape. To determine exactly how much time I’ve spent staring at the computer screen. Actually, it’s been a great writing year, regardless of the state of the time portal.
Thrilled that my story, “St. Winston’s Refuge for Extinct Animals” was chosen as a Special Selection in the Future Folklore Contest by STCW Publishing. It is a story and a cause close to my heart.
Future Folklore is a climate-fiction anthology building the body of literature depicting positive and possible climate futures. It comes out in October, including in free e-book format for all to read! By encouraging writers of all levels and cultures to publish visions of what could go right, we liberate the story of climate change. Follow @storiestochangetheworld for updates!
As part of the annual 24 hour event, micros are bursting from the dams, escaping their tethers, and cresting over in waves. My micro, “The Last Spider Lilies of Chester County” entered the river at 8:15 EST.
Amazing mini writing, hourly prompts, and other activities make it a summer fun-day for floating in all the best writerly words.
Which is super amazing and kind of difficult to believe. Out of 1,700 entries? I think I might have snuck in the side door for the party. But that’s OK, I’m eating canapes and pretending I’ve been here all along, with a quick eye for the exit, should I need it.
Funny enough, I was longlisted last summer too, for their flash competition. Still working on getting that one placed, but it seems to be closer to liftoff than before.
Anyway, I just mean that this is my favorite summer thing – to hang out with some other people’s awesome words for a little bit. Like we’re family or something and about to pile into a big station wagon with a handful of bathroom stops. And a cooler-full of ginger ale.