The boring days are ones without writing news. When I keep hitting the refresh on various online submission platforms, and my emails and...nuthin', nada, non. These no-news days pile up. A month or two or more can pass without a response. But the writing and the work of submitting and scouting publications continues. Tallying the … Continue reading A big day
Every now and again I'm overwhelmed by a feeling 2020 diverged into an alternate dystopian universe. This 2020 is what it is, meanwhile, the 'real' 2020 is out there, nothing globally cataclysmic happening, just days going by as they were meant to. Then, this feeling subsides and while 2020 may become the year we use … Continue reading The year of big perhapses
Recent viewing includes the films Relic and, like everyone else, The Old Guard. These are two productions without anything in common except: family, loyalty, love, fear, death and violence. Relic is an atmospheric Australian horror film, full of luscious winter visuals and meaningful weather. The setting does a lot of the heavy lifting in this … Continue reading Watcha watch?
Things seem to have changed. Or I have changed. As a poet told me recently, there is the business of writing and the work of writing. The business is the endless search for journals and opportunities, and formatting, and sending submissions. The business has somehow come into alignment. I am finding places that want my … Continue reading They come not as single spies
I have been writing poetry (I want to say 'attempting poetry' like it's mountain climbing) for approximately since I could write. This has been on and off, because, like a mountain climbing expedition, it's not every day. The mind has mountains a poet said, but poetry writing does too. Finally though, another poem I've edited … Continue reading Long time climbing
I've been writing (secret, anonymous) erasure poetry for awhile now, but with actual, physical books. Don't worry, no valuable tome was harmed, but a few old text books, and some cheap copies of classics were rescued and put through the wringer. But it is for poetry, so it is for the greater good. Anyway, as … Continue reading Ewasing Woger
I was going to review the Tolkien biopic I saw the other day. And I will: it was solid story telling, took some minor appropriate liberties with the source material to heighten the drama, yet didn't compromise much. I enjoyed it. Basically, it was another thoughtful narrative mostly around the effects of a difficult childhood … Continue reading Some enchanted telling
I'm hoping this type of announcement post will get extremely monotonous as I reveal a second poem has been accepted for publication (in a different journal to the first one). It turns out sending poetry and stories to publications occasionally works. It's simple but it's still true, and I have been guilty of forgetting this. … Continue reading Oh the monotony
Tell you a secret. I've been writing again. Yes, I've returned to submitting my back catalogue of unpublished stories and poetry....And. Yes. I have written some new things as well. Nothing too epic. There are no 1000 page sagas completed, but there are a couple of flash fiction things. Why? Because I'm feeling the mojo. … Continue reading Anyway, here’s Wonderwall
A year ago the most ludicrous thing I didn't have to imagine was a petition launched in the UK for a ban on the teaching of Arabic numerals. I thought it was some kind of stunt, but the woman responsible believed numbers were some kind of new fangled way to, I don't know, get whatever … Continue reading 2020: too novel?