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All Roll Over

When Tehani Wessely, of FableCroft Publishing, announced a new anthology called In Your Face , to contain extreme, message-driven stories, I was very interested. I love a good story that doesn’t pull any punches. She wanted stories we might not be able to publish elsewhere, or that we’d been too afraid to write before.

I knew straight away what story I wanted to send her, a story that came to me fully formed one day and that I simply had to transcribe.

I was waiting for a bus in Annandale, Sydney. I spent a lot of time at this bus stop; I have notebooks full of story ideas and observations. I was knocked over on the pedestrian crossing there once (driver gave me a false name but I took the rego number!). But I’ve never used any of it, apart from the old mattress I saw leaning against a wall.

It was thick, and covered with dark stains. I remember staring at that mattress and wondering where it had been. Who’d slept on it. Who’d died on it.

Once I started writing, I somehow channelled all the fury I felt at th roles of women in the world. I was working on a story called Coral in Five Parts, a far gentler story about Coral as daughter, wife, best friend, employee, self. The mattress story, “All Roll Over”, captured what I wanted to say about how sometimes we become lost in our roles, and sometimes we are so defined by those roles we are seen as little else.

FableCroft are running a crowdfunding campaign for the anthology. Details, and full table of contents here.

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Thrilled to see a selection of stories over my career published by Cemetery Dance in this series.

Stories include “A Positive”, which won me my first award, and which was made into a short film by BearCage Productions (now WildBear). I’ll have copies of the movie at Genrecon, for those who are lucky enough to attend!

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Midnight Echo 11

My issue of Midnight Echo is available now, in PDF, mobi and epub.

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I can’t believe it’s finally here! This magazine has been part of my life for two years now. In that time I’ve read hundreds of short story and poetry submissions and seen the work of dozens of artists.

Much of it was good; some of it was brilliant.

I’m a sucker for brilliance.

This magazine contains the stories and poems I couldn’t forget. The ones I wish I’d written. I love the way they work together. They share some themes, but each voice is startlingly original.

I hope you love it as much as I do.

I want to thank the amazing Cassie Britland. Funny, brilliant, organised, strong, talented. Without her the magazine would not be here, no doubt. You’re a little ripper, Cassie.

You can order it from the website. $2.99!

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News

Lee Battersby asked me to write a bit about my fetishes, and I did so! I’m not giving any hints here. You’ll have to go look.

The Gate Theory is out in print and it looks gorgeous! I hung out with Geoff Brown, Deb Sheldon and the fellas from IFWG Publishing at Supanova in Melbourne last weekend. Lots of fun was had! I picked up a copy of Rob Hood’s gorgeous new book, Peripheral Visions. I took along five specimen jars filled with…things. Teeth, bones, paint, chicken soup, red dirt and dried mushrooms. The first person to tell me which specimen jar matches which story will win a mystery prize!

Joseph D’Lacey wrote the most delightful review of Walking the Tree. He said it’s a great holiday read! Now that is my kind of holiday.

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This has been cooking for a while!

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You can order the issue here.

I really love Michelle’s story. She has a quirkiness, a pure individuality, that is expressed perfectly in “The Jellyfish Collector”.

My story was inspired by a number of things, but mostly by a dream of a small, ghostly boy, playing with a ball in the corner of a house. I woke up feeling desperately lonely, and I wondered why that little boy made me feel that way.

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Sparks: Deborah Kalin

I haven’t done a Sparks post for a while, but with Deborah Kalin’s collection “Cherry Crow Children” coming out soon from Twelfth Planet Press, the time seemed right. I’ve loved Deb’s writing since we did a workshop together years ago. She has a magically original voice and she creates worlds with such depth you can smell them.

Here’s what she had to say about the spark for “The Cherry Crow Children of Haverny Wood”.

“There’s a distinction for me between ideas and Ideas.

The former are odd little beasts, which come at me all the time. A chance overheard phrase will strike my ear; an image will catch my eye; a news story will sail straight on by an intriguing mention or even the whole point. Everywhere I look, listen, or turn, I pick up fragments of stories, and I squirrel them away, along with the thoughts to which my mind immediately run, in an online notebook.

Mostly, they sit there, mouldering in secret. Every now and then, usually when I have a new Idea, or when something I’m working on is stuck and I can’t quite fathom what’s missing, I trawl through that notebook, looking for inspiration – something that, on the surface, doesn’t fit at all but, when juxtaposed with the story I’m telling, helps jolt things forward. Because that’s what ideas, lower-case, are for me: facets, a corner of buried treasure peeping through the soil. They’re never the story itself, they’re just glimpses of something deeper, or a lens through which I can bring something distant or obscure into focus.

Ideas, capital-I, are different. They have heft to them, enough to withstand the scrutiny of a drafting process. Whereas ideas are shiny and make me stop a moment in admiration, Ideas unpack when examined, always yielding up more and more story, often sending out feelers in multiple directions, like a plant taking root. Ideas grab hold of me and won’t let go.

They’re much, much rarer, and usually I have to work harder to unearth them in their entirety.

Sometimes, they arrive as a dream. My first published novel did, as did “The Wages of Honey”, the first story in my upcoming Twelfth Planet collection. For that, I dreamt of a foreigner and a local, standing atop a precarious mountain path while he stared down at terraced fields, and something was coming for them. I woke with their twinned emotional states clouding my mind: the happy awe of the oblivious tourist, and the worried local’s sour, helpless dread.

More often, even if my dreaming subconscious provides me some starting material, I still have to chip away, questioning everything about my starting elements, questioning why my brain insists they fit together.

“The Cherry Crow Children of Haverny Wood” arrived coyly like that. For that one, I had three elements: the title, which brought with it images of birds flitting through forest byways, their swift black shadows a thing to be feared; a dream of a hotel where the admin staff, all women, shared the same doctor, who had stitched up their stomachs with red thread, sewing signs and symbols into their skin to keep them calm; and a memory of a Paul Klee painting I saw while I was in Lucerne, Switzerland. I’ve no idea of the painting’s name, so I’ve never been able to find an image of it, but it featured some stick figures (among trees, I think?), one of which was twice as tall as the others and bore a bright red heart. When I went to scribble that description down, I found a one-line character précis I’d written down four and a half years earlier which meshed in my head with the painting: a boy with a small, round, open wickerwork basket instead of a heart.

Putting all those in the one place together gave me everything I needed: I knew the setting was the hamlet of Haverny Wood, with its huddled inhabitants and its many predators, and I knew two characters: the village girl, and the wild boy of the woods, with his wickerwork heart. And I knew someone in the village was stitching up spleens (I picked spleens because I was in Switzerland when I was brainstorming, and there was a local legend about creatures who stole the spleens of children to make them light enough to climb mountains), which gave me the idea that there was something about dreams the villagers feared, which in turn gave me the idea for the crop by which the village made its living and, of course, the conflict that would surround my village girl.

It still took me nigh on 100,000 words and at least seven false starts to write the story, though. And to figure out who, precisely, were the children of the cherry crows.”

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The Gate Theory

The Gate Theory is in print! It looks stunning, thanks to the clever design skills and dedication of Geoff Brown at Cohesion Press.

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The new story is called “The Gate Theory” and is one that has been eating away at me for a while now.

The first public showing of the book will be at the frantic book frenzy that is “Launch of All the Words” at the Noted Festival this weekend. I’m going to be channelling my inner domestic goddess but you’ll have to come along to find out how! (Pictures next week if they don’t get banned).

James Doig and I are taking part in another Noted activity. On Friday night, we’ll be reading ghost stories and leading people to write their own in the amazing St John’s in Reid. I have a bizarre collection of story prompts, loaned to me by the Green Shed, to help people create.

News is out today of Paula Guran’s next Year’s Best Dark Fantasy and Horror, and I’m thrilled to say that my story “The Nursery Corner”, which first appeared in Fearful Magic edited by Jonathan Strahan, has made the list. Really happy about this. The story is a very heart-felt one for me and I’m glad that Paula feels the same way.

That’s all for now!

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