If you ignore the niggling voice in your head telling you what’s wrong with the story, it will cost you later.

If you ignore the niggling voice in your head telling you what’s wrong with the story, it will cost you later.

One of the topics I’m exploring in my story, Hashtag Rewilding, is sexual harassment and how it is ingrained in our society.
This behaviour has transferred to the virtual world where it has become rife, possibly because devices offer a false sense of anonymity. A lot of the women I know have been sent unsolicited pictures of male genitalia via social media. If that is the case, then we must surely come into daily contact with men who have sent this type of image.
Whitney Bell’s art show, I Didn’t Ask For This: A Lifetime Of Dick Pics, which ran at Rhabbitat L.A. in Spring last year addresses this issue in quite a powerful way. I’ve included Konbini’s interview with Bell here.

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December was a busy month for me: lots of feasting, lots of traveling, lots of reading, too. Here are nine stories that are for keeps.…
As a writer, my internet searches tend to be quite bizarre and the results equally so (and regularly NSFW). I have often thought about writing a post containing a list of my most unusual inputs.
Yesterday, I googled ‘crow’s feet’. Not weird particularly, but it did uncover a site all about corvids, a bird species steeped in myth, and one that will feature in my fiction sooner or later.
Here are ‘ten amazing facts’ about corvids via the site, Aves Noir – a site worth exploring.

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May you make 2017 a great year for you and your loved ones.
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If it takes you two and a half hours to achieve the most from that sentence, it takes you two and a half hours.

I’ll miss your ass.
“What just my ass?
I’ll get you a replacement.”
Will she speak the words you speak?
Or lull me with your lilt?
Or fuck like you?
Shall she raise her fists as you do?
Or bang heads with me?
“Probably not.”
No, thanks.
I’ll miss your ass.
up the hill toward the fields.
a man and a boy and a plane.
what does my son carry today?
Concrete sheep
On roundabout green
Donning Santa hats.
Approaching cars fill with laughter,
Children in the back seats lean and point,
“Mummy, Daddy, look at the shee—”
BANG!