The Girl Who Went Up…

… Is the title of one of the short stories I’m playing around with at the moment.

For some, utterly bizarre reason I haven’t yet identified and for years didn’t even particularly notice, I have traditionally oscillated between writing poetry and writing novels. (No mid-way; mid-way has been for losers; I’m all about the full-way. Or something.) Many authors, probably quite reasonably and intelligently, recommend building up to writing novels via short stories, as though they are mainly instrumental spurts of intent and skill (maybe pain-staked, maybe accidental), a bit like lifting weights before lifting a car (terrible analogy, sorry; and people don’t generally lift cars*). But I never really bothered.** Continue reading


Ray Bradbury: Advice to Writers

I absolutely love this talk, given by Ray Bradbury, as the the keynote address of The Sixth Annual Writer’s Symposium by the Sea at Point Loma Nazarene University in 2001.

I’m attaching it to my blog here as a sort of reminder to come back and watch it again sometime; there’s so much goodness in it.

It also reminds me how much I used to love reading short stories; snippets of life and metaphor (and ideas!) that get into your head before you sleep, making everything whir overnight. Continue reading