Queer writer of weird things
So, this entry in ’Nathan Burgoine's June Flash Fiction Draw is a bit of a cheat in two ways. First off, it's Tuesday, and these are supposed to go up on Monday. Hey, I'm slow. Sue me. Second, the prompt for this month's flash fiction is: Well, I've got the hot chocolate and the scrapyard, …
So last Friday my friend ’Nathan posted a flash fic piece in response to the photo below. I thought it was adorable, both his story and the photo. See for yourself: And I figured I'd see if I could come up with something by today to post, and what do you know, I did. It's …
There’s something uniquely wonderful about spending a week surrounded by people who “get” a) being queer and b) being a writer without my having to explain myself.
...yes, I know it’s already Wednesday. I’ll blame jet lag as I’ve just gotten back from a writing retreat and book festival in Nottingham, England for Bold Strokes Books. In a word, wonderful. In another word, exhausted. More on that later. Be that as it may, the last day I was there, my friend ‘Nathan …
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Four years is not such a long time when you think about it. On the other hand, in such a short time a lot can happen. Leaders change, geniuses die, Kate Bush stubbornly does not come out with a new album. Did you know that in the last four years you've traveled 3.76 billion kilometers …
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This week's Friday Flash Fics photo prompt reminded me of Philip and Joel from Detours: Nice, yeah? It made me wonder what happened after Joel moved to England so he and Philip could be together. Let's find out, shall we? The Seacoast Philip wakes up alone, again. The third time in a week. The first …
I had lunch recently with a friend of mine, Karen. In addition to mutual appreciation of many things (wine is high up on the list), we also have a deep and abiding love of pasta, grilled cheese sandwiches of infinite variety, and pizza. So, as we caught up over a plate of spaghetti and a …
Most of the Friday Flash Fiction photo prompts have been—how should I put this—a bit naughty. Now, I like a cute guy as much as the next person does, so I'm not complaining. This one, on the other hand: Oh, this is right up my alley. How to Get Off This Rock Daniel came to …
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For the past couple years, I’ve tried to come up with one word or phrase that could capture my focus for the coming year. In 2016, it was “completion.” I wanted to complete the draft of the novel I was working on. And I did that, although in 2017 I ended up setting it aside …
Once upon a time, I belonged to a Facebook group called Friday Flash Fics. Every week, we were given a photo as a writing prompt, with our flash fiction responses (500 words or less) to the photo posted every Friday. I'm no longer on Facebook, but the flash fic group was one of the few …