I have a mystery story up at Mystery Magazine. Please check it out.
Continuing from where we left off: Chapter Two, in which Meghan gets a bit too happy with semi-colons.
For those just joining us, both Chapter One and Chapter Two are contained in the file. If Chapter One is still burning like a tire-fire in your mind, Chapter Two begins on page 22, so feel free to skip ahead.
The file will come down Sunday or Monday, so read it now or miss out until Chapter Three is deeply proofread and polished.
Limited Time Up! Email me or wait for Chapter Three if you’d like a read.
Someone I know: I saw you got a new story published.
Me: Yes.
Someone I know: Yeah, I didn’t read it.
Me: Okay.
Someone I know: I don’t think I’m going to either.
Sad trombone sound.
I have a new published fiction piece, page 45 in The Paragon Journal: Merry Fucking Christmas.
Please read and share 🙂
Link removed. Email me if you’d like to read the chapter.
Once upon a time I read an article that said writers should make sure to now and then put up exclusive content/previews on their website to reward their loyal readers. I have, I think, currently three loyal readers, so consider yourself rewarded with the first chapter of my middle grade novel How To See The Faeries. Here is a little blurby thing I wrote just now so you can see if you’d be interested in reading the first chapter:
Enid, age eleven, lives in a small New Brunswick town with her mother. Her life’s pretty standard: quarrels with her mother, run ins with her nemesis Amber Holden, teachers who don’t understand her brilliance, etc.
Oh, and the faeries. Those too.
Yeah, so it isn’t that great a blurb because I am sick of thinking about faeries.
Limited time only! Will be taken down in a week or so (realistically when I remember to do it).
Blah blah blah copyright info, not for sharing around without explicit written meghan permission, etc. Personal use only.
all of them prepositions.
Stupid faerie story.
I have a new story available at Ekphrastic: writing and art on art and writing, namely La mariée à la lune, a story I wrote while thinking about Chagall paintings.
So please, go and read.
- proofreading my faerie story. It makes me feel like quitting writing forever. Like what’s the point? Do I really enjoy slogging away and then getting rejected. Although the faerie story has never been rejected as it hasn’t been sent out anywhere because after a week of proofreading, I am only on page ten because there is so much to fix;
- that we are on the third snow day in two weeks. While single parenting, I need Tesfa to go to school so I can get stuff done. Like proofreading my faerie story that I am starting to loathe;
- that I am getting a sore throat that seems suspiciously like it might be the starting stages of strep throat. This after being perpetually sick since November;
- proofreading my faerie story. Yep, still hate it;
- Vladimir Putin. Nothing in particular that he’s done like in the last twenty-four hours or anything. Just in general, he seems like someone I shouldn’t like that much;
- how I haven’t written anything new I’ve liked since the autumn. It probably means that I’ve grown out of short stories and should work on longer things but I like that short stories can be finished in a shorter amount of time;
- getting a ARC that is a PDF. I wish I knew that it would be a PDF before I requested it because then I wouldn’t. EPUB all the way;
- this feeling of hating everything. Like I should try to be positive and uplifting and all I want to do is crawl into bed and be left alone.
For balance, I’ll try to post a list of things I like tomorrow.
I’ve been a bride. I’ve never been a bridesmaid, for a variety of reasons, all of which likely stem from the fact that I am not a friendly person a lot of the time. But that did not stop me today in the Salvation Army from buying an Alfred Angelo pumpkin coloured bridesmaids’ dress! The bodice is too small for me, but the skirt fits, so I’m going to buy a co-ordinating tank top and make a maxi dress by sewing the skirt to the tank top and then being awesome.
And, being awesome, I finally started proof-reading my faerie story. Yes, the one I said I’d do in December. And previous to that November. And previous to that last summer. I wrote a synopsis to stick to and I’m going to stick to that until I realise that I’d rather not and I’ll go off and do something else instead. Likely soon since I worked for ninety minutes on it today and managed to proof-read only three and a half pages because there is so much that is wrong.
I also got a seventies tablecloth to make into a skirt at the Salvation Army. I will focus on this rather than proof-reading.
Finished my story about the demon/devil named Larkspur in that I got tired of writing it and engineered an ending which is
- unsatisfying; but
- means I can stop writing it.
I just want to write something new I’m proud of.