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2019 - an intermission

A form rejection this morning reminded me how few stories I’ve submitted this year.

And the big fat zero number of publications.

Ah so.

I’m still crawling along with the novel and writing more words than is humanly reasonable for Writers’ HQ, so the subs will just have to wait. That said, I DID unearth a draft of a poem about Vagina Dentata and started a flash about hugs the other day, so perhaps not all hope is lost for this year.

I’m also pretty happy with the stories I sent out into the world last year. It was a good year.

  • My first 10-minute play, Flying Ant Day was produced by Broken Silence Theatre to some really positive reviews (like this and this).

  • I won the Bath Flash Fiction Award and attempted to read it aloud at the awards ceremony having completely lost my voice. I wrote a bit about the writing of it here, and the guys at Book. Record. Beer. compared me to Hemingway, so - y’know, that’s pretty cool.

  • Another flash, Second Skin, was highly commended in the TSS Flash Fiction 400 competition (accompanying interview here).

  • And another, The Back of Your Hand was longlisted for the Reflex Fiction flash fiction competition.

  • Excellent person Paul Macauley sat me in his kitchen and talked about creativity, determination, and all the wafty bollocks about calling yourself a ‘writer’ for his podcast: Creative Loving Spirit.

That’s plenty, I think. There were also seventeen rejections, a continuously unfinished novel, and an ever-expanding business that never ceases to blow my mind with the sheer possibility that comes from saying “yeah, fuck it, let’s just do it”, the best fucking writing community on the planet, and the most incredible band of humans i could ever hope to work with.

Most of my energy is there right now. But there will more words. In time. I will finish this book. I will write about vaginas with teeth. And hugs. And maybe there will be a list for 2019.

We’ll see.

Posted on September 12, 2019 and filed under Short Stories.

Bare Fiction and an interview

Hey, here's some quick news:

bare fiction prize results

My story, And There, was chosen for the shortlist of the Bare Fiction flash fiction prize, which is pretty damn cool. The full rundown of winners and runners up for all categories can be found here. Massive congratulations to everyone on the list!

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Just before Christmas, Scott Mullins interviewed me for This is Writing about inspiration, fear, writing habits aaaaand sex puns. If you'd like to ask me about writing - or simply have an awkward question you'd like to challenge me with - you can do so at my Goodreads page.

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You can find a lot of my short fiction online here, and a handful of other interviews here. Or dive right in and buy a copy of White Lies. I would like that a lot.

2014: an excellent year of booky things

2015 snuck up like a sneaky thing with sneaky bits, didn't it? Jo Gatford books

All things told, 2014 was a pretty good year for my bookshelves. My first novel, White Lies, was published by Legend Press, my story, Bing Bong, won the Fiction Desk flash fiction competition, another story, Someone Elsewas a finalist in the Aesthetica Creative Writing competition, and yet another, Vitamaximafeatured in the beautiful third issue of Vector Press. Online, the wonderful editors at Sundog Lit and FlashFlood published a couple more of my stories online.

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And if that wasn't enough, I ended 2014 with two very exciting pieces of news... which I can't yet shout about, because they're highly covert and, well, I love a good dramatic pause.

So, as the first day of 2015 settles its cold, cloudy arse down upon the land, I will start the year as I mean to go on: by making a cushion fort with my kids and reading comics by torchlight.

Thanks to everyone who made 2014 an excellent year of books and writing - to the generous and supportive publishers and editors who decided my work was worth the paper; to the readers who picked up a book with my name on it, left a review, or listened to a live reading; to the many wonderful writers who have held my hand, kicked me up the bum, raised a glass, and helped me be a better writer; to friends and family, my tirelessly encouraging husband and my ever-inspiring boys.

Cheers for a great year, and here's to a brand spanking new one.

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Posted on January 1, 2015 and filed under Competitions, Flashes, Novel, Publications, Short Stories, White Lies.