Good afternoon, drizzly world.
Just completed my edits for ‘Surgeon Scalpelfingers’, soon to appear in Midnight Echo 6. The lovely David Kernot was my editor. Is calling a man ‘lovely’ a compliment?
I hadn’t seen ‘Surgeon Scalpelfingers’ for a few weeks, so my fresh eyes found superfluous adjectives and phrases, and I’d used ‘around’ four times in one paragraph. OMG.
I have to send a great big thank you and hugs to everyone who has downloaded or liked or read my excerpt on Amazon. Thank you!
I’m still skipping around being deliriously happy about the Amazon review, wanting to grab strangers by the collar and say, ‘Hey, I’m a writer and my novel is in a competition and it got a good review!’
That would leave their head spinning.
Speaking of writers, I saw Limitless last night. I had a few issues with the story construction. Firstly, what unpublished writer gets a contract when he can’t even pitch to a few mates/strangers in a bar? Secondly, what writer (who is good enough to get a contract) sits staring at a page and deleting every first phrase they write? Doesn’t everyone know that if you can’t think of what to write, you just write? Because you can improve a first draft, but you can’t improve nothing.
I won’t delve into my deeper queries because I don’t want to spoil it. It was an okay movie.
My last bit of news is that I’m officially a horror writer because I joined the Australian Horror Writers Association yesterday. It seemed a good call as they’re being kind enough to publish my story, and every short story I’ve had published has had a streak of horror in it. Now I’m feeling a little bit scared of me. Boo: scream.
Over and out!