I got one dedicated lass texting me about Valentine's day this year (my mum didn't bother this time). Apart from that, I really didn't notice the difference...
'An intense and intriguing novel that never quite lets the reader get comfortable. It understands about the fuzzy boundary between the normal and the strange, and weaves them together in a gripping, ever-darkening narrative' Jenny Diski
‘…who wouldn’t kill for a comic gift like Jenn Ashworth’s?’ The Guardian
‘a hugely readable debut novel […] about the inability to know others and ourselves’ The Independent
‘evokes a damaged mind with the empathy and confidence of Ruth Rendell’ The Times
‘extremely intense and powerfully intriguing’ Waterstone’s
Joie de vivre
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When I am prime minister, dear reader, every funeral will have dancing.
Thanks to her brilliant and brave daughters, friend Ann (always the life
and soul o...
Happy First National Flash-Fiction Day!
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I don't know if I've ever read so many stories in such a short space of
time before. Today has been brilliant. From 11am until 3pm there's been a
steady ...
Happy...
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... National Flash-Fiction Day, dudes - but I'm just a teeny bit more
excited about the launch of my chapbook, Enough, which is also today! I'm
celebrating...
Happy National Flash Fiction Day!
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Calum Kerr has done an a-may-zing job of creating, curating and directing
the first ever National Flash Fiction Day. There are events and doings all
over t...
Red Rocks by Rachael King
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My friend and mentor, Rachael King, has written a children's book! It
sounds like it will have the haunting and atmospheric qualities of her two
previou...
Chilly Tuesday
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Gosh I look grumpy this morning.
The weather isn't get any better.
There was hail as I drove into work today.
I felt so sorry for the kids I had seen cyclin...
Leila Khaled and Manchester Blackwell’s
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There has been a controversy this week around a little bookstore on
Manchester’s Oxford Road. Recently Blackwell’s Manchester organised a
launch of Sarah I...
It is to keep the lightning out by David Morley
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[image: shag]
The common cormorant or shag
Lays eggs inside a paper bag.
The reason you will see, no doubt,
It is to keep the lightning out.
But what thes...
Innocent Afloat vi
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*6. OCD?*
*This is (vi) in a series on the voyage that could only have been my first. Part
i is here*
Relief at imminent landfall was swept away with a s...
What time are you talking about?
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I've been working flat-out on the WIP, and I can now see the end of the story, in the sense that I know pretty much how I'm going to get to the end which has...
Festivals & Festivities.
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I'm off for my annual dose of literary society - to the Auckland Writers &
Readers festival this weekend. I'll be there primarily as a punter, but I
will a...
Night of the Quicken Trees, Claire Keegan
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So, Claire Keegan's second collection of short stories *Walk the Blue
Fields *has been my companion for the past two weeks, during my holiday to
Croatia a...
eShelf at X Marks the Bökship
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On Wednesday 9th May Adam is taking part in a discussion about uses of
online and digital facilities by art based publishers as part of the eShelfproject ...
Eating the elephant
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May is traditionally the month where I begin to feel an overwhelming sense
of hopelessness about my garden. On a rare sunny day in March, Littlest and
I us...
piece of crap
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feed me into a meat grinding machine and turn me into artisan human
sausages, seasoned with mace. force me into a cement mixer and add me to
the foundation...
the plot thickens
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Hello! I hope you're all well and if you're still reading over
here...maybe come over to where I'm blogging these days and catch up with
me there :) T...
New Blog
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This is just a post for new followers, really. I don’t update this blog
any more – you might want to subscribe to / follow
www.endistic.wordpress.com, in...
Tuffnells' Toffee's for Buttery Fingers
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I read Tuffnell's Toffees for Buttery Fingers at Word Soup on the 27
October 2011. Now that I've come to terms with my adenoidal Lancashire
accent & nervo...
Thirteen
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An interview with Susannah Conway, photographer
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This week we're pleased to bring you an interview with Susannah Conway.
This is part of our 'An interview with...' series.
Susannah is a photographer, wri...
Owl And The Pussycat Competition
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SILENCE! THIS COMPETITION IS NOW CLOSED. PLEASE FORM AN ORDERLY QUEUE AND
LEAVE VIA THE MERCHANDISE-STALL.
Hello. Long time no see. Come in. Sit down. Can ...
New Story in Bewilderbliss
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A new short story, *Old John*, will appear in the next edition of the
Manchester-based lit magazine, Bewilderbliss out on the 23rd Feb.
Age. Not for the faint hearted
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It is January. This can mean only two things. I am older and I am older.
No seriously. A first of January birthday is possibly the most depressing
day of t...
First-person narrators can't die, so long as we keep telling the story of our own lives we're safe. Pat Barker - The Ghost Road
...a faithful account of men and things as they have mirrored themselves in my mind, The mirror is doubtless defective; the outlines will sometimes be disturbed, the reflection faint or confused... George Eliot - Adam Bede
'The duffer,' says the master, 'who in literature is known by the alias of narrator. And is no more nor less than the character you invent. To work the mark and purloin his confidence. By creating the right impressions.' Christopher Wilson - Bluegrass
Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discoloured a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit. Most of the details, though, have long since been transformed or rearranged to bring others of them forward. Some, in fact, are obviously counterfeit; they are no less important. One alters the past to form the future. James Salter - A Sport and A Pastime
If this method of approach should result in the perception of uncanny perception, or disquieting multiscience, in the writer, the reader must bear with the assurance that it is entirely the product of hind-sight. John Wyndham - The Midwich Cuckoos
pretty much the same for me!
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