A Crafty Update

Hi there gentlefolks,

So I’m back from my travels around the globe, settling down to the ways of writing and workshopping, with a fair bit of serving coffee in there for good measure. So I thought I’d give you a little update of where I am with my writing.

  • My novel is currently entered into the Mslexia Women’s Novel Competition, and has been longlisted. I won’t know until January if it’s got any further. I’m trying not to think about it too much. Eep.
  • I entered the MookyChick Feminist Flash Fiction competition and got shortlisted. Made it to the final ten (you can read them all here) and will find out about that next week. Eep again.

In other news, I’ve started my latest book project, a kid’s book that is currently called ‘Friday Jones and The Thirteen Club’. It’s got a feisty nine-year-old as a kick-ass (although nine-year olds should not say bad words like that) heroine who gets sent off to a boarding school where weird stuff keeps happening. Think Sherlock Holmes meets Lyra from His Dark Materials trilogy. With a bit of Famous Five in there for good luck. Because lemonade is spiffing!

I thought I’d take a second to say I tried some craft-making whilst hanging out with friends in San Francisco. Or rather, taking craft-making supplies to a cocktail bar, and watching as with each drink, my creations got miraculously more brilliant! How strange!

So I made what I call JudgeMENTAL Bookmarks. This is one more step in my fight against the Kindle. Books. Paper. Real books, that smell like old paper and feel like paper and can be folded and written in and passed on through second-hand bookshops type books. There is nothing I love more than finding old train tickets in used books. It’s magic. So I present to you, my snarky bookmarks:


And if you can believe it, I sold one! The good old USA, land of opportunity, place for artists to make a buck. A buck fifty, actually. 

So yeah, my point here is (possibly) that taking a break from your own creative area to try something new, even if it’s something you’re not entirely sure about, is worth it, just to get you out of your own headspace. Speaking of, here’s a song I wrote, that was recorded by a friend whilst I was out in SF. You can find it here.



Feminist Flash Fiction- Mookychick Competition Entry

She loved the fifties. Polka dot dresses, black eyeliner. She loved red high heels that punished her as she walked. She liked the click clack noise. It made her feel powerful.

He liked her to wear the heels to bed. She agreed. She felt desired.

Now, she wears them in the kitchen. They clack as she walks to the door, his martini in hand. She wears polka dot dresses whilst preparing his dinner. Flutters her black-lined lashes as she asks about his day and never gets asked about hers. She tries not to think about how much her feet will hurt at work tomorrow.

She wonders if it’s her fault, for loving the fifties. If the first night she cooked for him, the first night she waited up for him, the first night she cancelled on her friends to spend time with him was the beginning of the end. If it’s her fault that her friends keep trying to remind her how powerful she once was, how brightly she shone.

She used to feel invincible, in those bright red heels. But they don’t look so shiny anymore.


This is an entry for the Mookychick blogging competition, FEMINIST FLASH FICTION 2011. Enter now.