Here’s a little treat to start your month off: my story The Smell of Wet Grass, over at SQ Mag, in full, for free.
The read the rest of the magazine, and enjoy that, as well!
What time is it, Mister Wolf?
Fucked if I know, I’ve been hard up against it.
Godsdamn, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had a chance to just sit around and blog at y’all. many reasons, but suffice to say, much of it has been down to general suckage, work-based suckage, business, distraction, and the feeling that I’ve got rather more urgent and important things to be doing.
The main thing of interest to this blog, however, is that Luscious and I have started hanging out with a group of Perth writers calling themselves Perth Write Club. They meet every fortnight at the State Library and Edith Cowan University, on a turn-by-turn basis, and well, they write. Hard. For an afternoon, with a bit of lunch beforehand and a chinwag after.
It’s fab, and the kind of writing group I’ve been missing for quite some time– every group I’ve been a part of over the last five years has eventually ended up with me acting as some kind of defacto free workshop leader, and there’s only so much of that I can take before I want to hang out with some actual peers, please. Lyn and I attend the State Library meetings, and it’s proving highly beneficial to my writing. In two meetings I’ve managed to complete a 4000-word synopsis for the kids novel Cirque and write a 3000-word short story entitled General Janvier. I’ll be keeping this up!
In publication news, Magrit continues to lurk about the corridors of Walker Books. They appear to have some big plans for it– I can’t reveal what, unfortunately, but it might be a little more illustrated, and a little more hard-backy that first thought…… March next year is looking like the launch date, by which time it’ll be older than the audience it was written for.
And I’ve been podded over at Far Fetched Fables: if you’ve not read my 2008 story In From the Snow, here’s a chance to snuggle up in bed, cuddle your favourite teddy bear, and have it read to you. Sleep tight,
Or, to put it another way, I’ve received news that Paradox Books have accepted my story The Daughters of John Anglicus— featuring Trota of Salerno and the descendants of Pope Joan— for inclusion in their anthology Crusader Kings, which will be coming out in December which means you’ll be able to get me to sign it for you for Christmas. If you haven’t already bought it, you can pick up Europa Universalis IV: What If?, which contains my alternative history Napoleon Bonaparte story The Emperor of Moscow, while you’re there.
I’m mightily pleased to announce that my story Disciple of the Torrent, which was published in Satalyte Publishing’s Tales of Australia: Great Southern Land— and which I blogged about here and here during the writing process– has been selected for the upcoming Year’s Best Australian Fantasy & Horror 2013, alongside stories by the likes of Kaaron Warren, Deborah Biancotti, Terry Dowling and Juliet Marillier. The full Table of Contents contains enough in the way of quality Australian author name-dropping to drown a squirrel in drool:
Ticonderoga Publication have announced the line-up for the third volume of their Year’s Best Australian Fantasy & Horror series, and I’m pleased to announce that Comfort Ghost, my story from ASIM #56, has been included, alongside such authors as Joanne Anderton, Stephen Dedman, Terry Dowling, and Kaaron Warren among many others.
The full line-up and official announcement is here, and the book is already available for pre-order. And I have to admit, that is one pretty cover:
If you’re unfamiliar with the Review of Australian Fiction, it’s a fantastic project which pairs an established author with one on the rise, every two weeks, and makes their work available for a nominal price. Previous issues have highlighted the likes of Kim Wilkins, Trent Jamieson, Melina Marchetta, Christos Tsiolkas, Meg Vann and Kirstyn McDermott.
The current volume is edited by the superfabulous CEO of the Brisbane Writers Festival, Ms Kate Eltham, and the latest issue pairs rising star Amanda O’Callaghan with 8000 words of my own special weirdness called The Canals of Anguilar, which has prompted Ms Kate to draw comparisons with Dickens, Pratchett and Poe. Which I’ll take any day.
Here’s a little taster to whet your appetite:
It’s available *right bloody now* for the princely sum of $2.99.