Tag Archives: short stories
Why do the voices in my head never tell me to go to Paris?
It’s unfair, really. As a writer, there are a lot of voices in my head – fortunately for you all, I channel their suggestions into my writing. Otherwise: man, we’d all be in trouble.
I started a story last night, which is
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Conflux 2013
So, the Conflux program is now live.
This is the NatCon for 2013, so probably the biggest gathering the tribe will see in Oz this year.
I’m doing a late night panel on Old and New Fairy Tales (with Lisa
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2013 ABR Elizabeth Jolley Short Story Prize
Short story writers, please consider entering the 2013 ABR Elizabeth Jolley Short Story Prize.
The entry fee is $20.00 but the prize money is very, very good.
Go here for details.
In the strange space …
… where I write very little short fiction.
I was thinking this morning that I’ve been in the space for a couple of years now. The kind of short fiction output I had a couple of year
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Over at 40k …
… I answer some questions for Letizia Sechi about short stories, fairy tales, advice for new writers, and peering into the entrails of ebooks to predict the future.
Go here.
Hewing Away the Rough Walls (Or, Five Ways to Put Your Story on a Diet)
Picture not related – just awesome
The ever-clever Lisa Hannett has blogged over at Shimmer on the above topic. She also mentions my favourite Michelangelo story (no, not the one involving the duck and the
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Sourdough and Other Stories
And so, this is what I’m working on in those times when the novel seems to suck all the words from my brainpan: Sourdough and Other Stories. The original Sourdough story appeared in Tartarus Press’ Strange Tales II in 2007. Sister,
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New story at The Daily Cabal 'Aeaea St' – a title for the uber-nerdly amongst ye …
They ran on all fours, pausing only to sniff the air and howl.
Sometimes they were men, sometimes wolves, always grey though, always hungry. The moon lit their way as they slipped like shadows along the streets. Sometimes they got distracted by trash cans ripe with enticing rot,
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