My short story "The Drowned Carnival" has been accepted by Not One Of Us. Hopefully it'll appear in October's issue (in which case that'll be three stories of mine appearing in three consecutive months - a first!) or in the spring issue next year. It's maybe a whimsical horror story, the tale of a man's love-hate relationship with a mask he finds ( Read more... )

So, Peter Capaldi is the Twelfth Doctor. I'm good with that.

Yesterday wasn't so bad. My short story The Fernery has been accepted by Not One Of Us! This makes me happy. I toasted the news with blueberry ale and fade_2_black.

It's not been too bad a week for getting published. My poems Navigations (written for sovay) and A Wake For Tesla are up now in the latest issue of Through The Gate; and the same day saw The Mirrors Were Gardens going live at Cafe Irreal. I'm pretty pleased, but I need to crack on with new work. Mirrors will be the first in an occasional series called ( Read more... )

There is a rough draft of Fellow Passengers sitting on the table in front of me. It needs polishing, a new title, and the end wants torquing - all this will come when I know what the the Train looks like. And some of its denizens. (No, Mat you may not put a certain corduroy-clad fiddler in the carriage.) It strikes me that I'm no longer waiting for ( Read more... )