My room in the Sanitarium is booked. Check out my story, Beiwe, a tale of snow, kebabs and sacrifice.
This has rounded off a good year for my writing, having initially kept my stories lurking unseen on my hard drive, I have sent several stories out into the ether. A number of these will be seeing publication over the next year but it was a real buzz to see this magazine as it contained the first story of mine to be visibly in print.
Dead chuffed as they say.
A couple of months ago I wrote a short story against the backdrop of the winter solstice and the Northern Lights in response to a call for submissions by a magazine. I was not successful but instead of just filing the story away thinking it must be a load of old rubbish, as I have done in the past, I read it through and thought I'd try again. I sent it off to another magazine and today I received confirmation of acceptance. I've decided you have to take all rejection on the chin and just keep on trying - you'll never get anywhere otherwise. Accept that all reading is subjective and you will eventually find someone who likes your story. Thank you Sanitarium Magazine for giving a much-needed confidence boost. You can read my story Beiwe in Issue 15 of Sanitarium http://sanitariummagazine.com/.
I wrote a poem, The Sandman's Warning, some time ago and then eventually submitted it to Far Off Places magazine for their Under the Bed Edition. With some minor editing, ie removal of a verse, the poem saw publication. You can buy the magazine at https://faroffplaces.org/.
When I first wrote the poem I had researched the story of the Sandman and found he wasn't quite the kind, gentle figure that sprinkled gold dust on the eyes to bring sweet dreams - that is what you would regard as the Disney version. The original Sandman story was much darker and more macabre. After I had written it, a work colleague showed me the above video. It was one she had used with her Year 8 English class on previous occasions. I was completely unaware of this but it fitted in perfectly with my poem.
My journey to Cardiff last weekend had been with the intention of meeting the publishers at Fringeworks who were preparing to launch the first of the books in their Raus! Untoten! anthology series. My own story has a year to wait before it is published (Anthology No. 4) but I went with the intention of supporting the cause. Sadly, the night before, a message went out that due to difficulties in publication etc, the books were not ready and so their part in the event was cancelled. I still went though, taking my eldest 2 children with me whilst my husband (Welsh and proud) took our youngest around Cardiff Castle. Scardiff had a 16+ minimum age so we could not go as a whole family. A few more years and we'll be able to bond amongst the jars of severed hands or zombie teddies.
It was still an enjoyable event, my son was happy to wander off and talk to the various independent film makers there whilst my daughter oo'd and aahd'd over Shlottle bop, comic books and anything zombie themed. We attended a couple of panel talks before we had to leave, which we found entertaining and informative. We would have stayed longer but that was the day that storms were forecast so we left early, foregoing Bobby Rhodes guest appearance and got back over the Severn Bridge before they closed it.
One thing I realised from this convention is how important such events are in providing a platform for the independents of this country, whether they be in film, publishing or some other small business. It helps us retain our individuality in a country of bland shopping malls. Support the indies in whatever way you can!
NB. Raus! Untoten! was finally published this weekend and my copy is hopefully on its way.
A writer - I think that says it all.