Publication date for “Mouth Human Must Die” is likely around mid January, which means in fewer than two months the story will have gone from accepted to published. It’s been proofed, approved, and only the printing remains. I can’t stress … Continue reading
A blog post! That must mean something worth sharing has happened, or that I have some time on my hands (laugh, please). It’s a happening, and more momentous than any M. Night Shyamalan flop. Sixteen months ago I wrote a blog post – Apply Yourself, Young Man – chronicling a new project and my hopeful grant application. I had a good feeling. Well, that was all a bit rushed, my application was a mess and no surprise it was not successful. But. Yes, there’s a but.
And you know, I thought I would have finished the project by now, but in those 16 months I’ve written only three of the stories (nearly 30,000 words, mind you). A writer friend with a day job asked, “But does money really help you write?” Oh yes, it does. For one, you can relax. For two, you can relax the next day, and the day after. And by relax I mean not worry, because for me, at least, worry is what gnaws through the cord that lights any stick of creative dynamite.
So yes, this time the Canada Council came through. I resisted opening the envelope for five days. Please don’t ask for an explanation of my behaviour, though if you do want to psychoanalyze me I suggest you buy my book of dreams. But please don’t judge me. Anyway, a friend, a fine, fine writer friend with an amazing book of short fiction coming out this spring, a friend who was also grant-positive, said, when I explained the virgin envelope, the size, shape, colour and smell of it, “Open the goddamn envelope!”
Thank you, jury. I shall write, and write well.
There’s a nice review of my story “A Survivor’s Guide to Engine Failure at 35,000 Feet” on Jerrod Edson’s site right here. Jerrod is a fellow New Brunswick author temporarily banished to Ontario (but he’s NB through and through, don’t forget it). From his review:
“Warwick’s voice is manic, yet altogether alive and authentic (imagine a Hunter S. Thompson / Barney Panofsky offspring and you’re headed in the right direction). His memories of the crash are honest and raw, and utterly void of any writerly bullshit”
Edson has a new novel coming out this spring. Watch for “The Moon is Real” with Urban Farmhouse Press.
While I wasn’t overly productive last year, churning out perhaps 15,000 words of fiction, which hardly deserves the word ‘churning’ but perhaps ‘scraping’, I did produce a couple of things I quite like.
This story came out of a title, which itself seemed to come from thin air while crafting a grant proposal. There are times when everything comes together and writing a story is a joy, or a toy, and nothing makes me happier than the chance to play around a little. This was one of those times.
I knew watching endless episodes of air crash investigations would pay off. (Certainly made flying to Elba and Banff and Spain much more exciting.)
So here is “A Survivor’s Guide to Engine Failure at 35,000 Feet.” It is the second of my Shabazz stories, a story of a flight gone wrong, a bit of jungle survival and a man in need of much therapy.
Many thanks to Numéro Cinq head everything Douglas Glover.
It’s up now:
It’s only the second time I’ve had a story published online, because I rarely (only twice) submit to online journals. Can’t be denied though the readership is there, waiting, growing, and the story should be available for years to come.
Thanks to NC editor Douglas Glover for liking this story. Loopy, I think, was one of the words he used to describe it.
Fascinating, too, that it’s published on the birthday of the ex girlfriend who inspired Chiara.
Douglas Glover’s online oasis Numero Cinq will be publishing a story of mine in the upcoming August issue. I am thrilled. It’s a fine group of people to be with and “A Serpent” is one of my favourite stories (finished last year after returning from a vacation in Elba).
“… Lee D. Thompson pens a strange and charming story —”A Serpent” — about difficult love and a sea monster.”
This makes me feel writerly again. Banff did that too, but what a mess of work and other issues I’ve had since returning.
Must get a collection in print.
Today in Newfoundland just outside of St. John’s they are having a fabulous launch of Riddle Fence issues 15 & 16. I’m sure it’s fabulous, though maybe it’s fantastic. I have a story in 16, “The Spirit of Bill Will Forever Reside at Barney Springs,” one of those stories that began with a first line, a first that rolled out of my brain during conversation on a drive down a dark country road: “On my first full day at beautiful Barney Springs, my one on one poetry instructor, the sole reason I had come to Barney Springs, was dragged off and partly devoured by a Grizzly Bear.” I sat on the idea for a year, perhaps. They would have to eulogize Bill, but none of them know Bill. A male, a female, an odd situation, some animals… Yup, definitely one of my stories.
It’s my third story in Riddle Fence. I love those guys. They pay handsomely as well. And it’s too bad I can’t be there; my good friend Kerry-Lee Powell has poetry in issue 15. It could have been a fine road (rowed) trip.