Friday, 17 March 2017
Friday, 6 January 2017
The wonderful Clever Manka just published my TRUE LYFE STORY about ticks and Lyme's disease and this terrible no-good summer. You can read it here.
Tuesday, 27 December 2016
Monday, 19 December 2016
I also have a story in Litro today! Here it is.
It's funny. Both this story and the story in Room are stories I wrote a rather long time ago, when I was living in New York. That was a strange time, when the person I liked had just broken up with me and I was having a lot of odd adventures and promiscuous sex. Living on no money because my bank card had been cloned and cancelled, but with all the free money waiting in my bank account from the writing award I'd just won.
New York in winter with a broken heart and no money is an interesting place for a young writer to be. Especially when you know it is temporary. There are a lot of bridges to walk across, and nobody thinks it's strange if you go out to bars alone. I went to a lot of bars alone. I got in plenty of trouble. I felt like a magical car crash happening again and again in slow motion, never leaning its lesson, kaboom-bang-wallop.
It's funny, because my life is very different now. Reading these stories is like reading something somebody else wrote. A girl who was running very fast at the world, flinging herself and trusting it would catch her. I don't miss having no money and a broken heart. I do miss the bridges. And I like her optimism, that girl. Her stupidity and her bruises: they suit her just fine.
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
I woke up in a doctor’s chair, legs in stirrups. The physician read my fortune by the bones in my head. He told me what to watch out for. But he was grinning as he said it. “Can I trust you?” I asked. “We’re not at liberties to disclose that information,” he replied.
Monday, 28 November 2016
This time, the dream got into my computer. A virus! All the keys turned around, exorcist style, to show me their small white backs. I tried to type fast enough to outsmart the technological collapse, but my fingers got stuck. The computer screen swooned, limp as fresh pancakes, all across my hands.