So it turns out I’m writing a book, actually two, but we won’t look at the other one, it’s lurking in the background, and I’m happy to leave it there. Well until it jumps out at me someday soon and demands I work on it, lest it haunt me in the night. Then it’ll haunt […]
The train station is a master of disguise, and the pace of modern life makes its deception all the easier. The station, to most, is a purely utilitarian space, existing purely to be passed through; it is not a destination. Now they are not wrong, but neither are they entirely correct.
A writer of fiction must be brave. Now some of you will think this is a rather self-indulgent; bravery is the province of people who take on terrifying challenges. Firefighters are brave (of course they are!), not authors! Burning buildings versus blank pages, sure that sounds equivalent.
But … hear me out.
So today hasn’t been the best of days, given my Fiancé’s dog passed away not too much earlier on. So it’s nice to end with some better news.
My story, Contact (readable on Wattpad, or on my blog – the one I keep linking), won the September Sci-Fi challenge for short fiction on Wattpad!
Belief, particularly of the “self” variety, seems entirely central to the would be professional, or semi-professional, writer.