I shall try to submit to most of these
- January
- Comma Press - http://www.commapress.co.uk/?section=FAQs will be announcing a call for submissions to their next 'new writer' anthology in early 2014
- Wigleaf - stories under a 1000 words. Submit during the last week in January - see http://wigleaf.com/about.htm
- Holdfast - Speculative fiction/poetry on "Animals, Beasts & Creatures". Deadline 20th Jan. http://www.holdfastmagazine.com/submission-guidelines-issue-2/4580429903
- the fiction Desk - stories under a 1000 words. Deadline 31st Jan. Fee £3. 1st prize £200 - see http://www.thefictiondesk.com/submissions/flash-fiction-competition.php
- Nature - 200-character microFutures. Deadline 31st Jan. See http://survey.nature.com/WebProd/cgi-bin/askiaext.dll?Action=StartSurvey&SurveyName=FuturesCompetitionLive
- Nottingham Writers Club - http://www.nottinghamwritersclub.org.uk/first-national-competition.php. Deadline 31st Jan. Max 2000 words on Emotion. 1st prize £200
- February
- Riptide - Riptide magazine is seeking submissions for its tenth issue on the theme of "Imagining the Suburbs". Deadline 1st Mar. See their http://www.riptidejournal.co.uk/contribute/ page.
- March
- Brittle Star - Competition deadline 12th Mar. Max 2000 words. Fee £4, 1st prize £250. See http://www.brittlestar.org.uk/competition/
- short fiction - Competition deadline 31st Mar. Max 5000 words. Fee £10, 1st prize £500. See http://www.shortfictionjournal.co.uk/?page_id=33
- West Sussex - Competition deadline 31st Mar. Max 3000 words. Fee £5, 1st prize £200. See http://www.westsussexwriters.co.uk/index.php/competitions/national-competition-2014.
- Exeter - Competition deadline 31st Mar. Max 3000 words. Fee £5, 1st prize £500. See http://www.exeterwriters.org.uk/p/competition.html
- Bath short story award - http://bathshortstoryaward.co.uk/. Deadline 31st Mar. Max 2,200 words. Fee £8, 1st prize £1000.
- April
- Unthology - submissions for the 6th Unthology collection of short prose are welcomed until May 1st 2014. See http://www.unthankbooks.com/unthology.html
- Bristol Competition- deadline 30th April. Max 4000 words. Fee £8, 1st prize £1000. There's an anthology too See http://www.bristolprize.co.uk/
- May
- Bridport - Competition deadline 31st May. Max 5000 words (Fee £8, 1st prize £5000) or 250 words (Fee £6, 1st prize £1000). See http://www.bridportprize.org.uk/
- Frome - Competition deadline 31st May. See http://www.fromeshortstorycompetition.co.uk
- Yeovil - Competition deadline 31st May. Max 2000 words (Fee £6, 1st prize £500). See http://www.yeovilprize.co.uk
- Cinnamon press - Competition deadline 31st May. Max 5000 words (Fee £12, 1st prize £700). See http://www.cinnamonpress.com/competitions/annual-short-story-prize/
Salvaged from the loft - my old chemistry set, with copper sulphate dried in the beaker.
An old stage-prop from a life long ago (though I didn't create the prop or appear on stage). Another path not taken.
The computer I learnt programming on. The "32" is short for "32K". Maybe I should see if it still works.
A sign on my local library's door. My poetry pamphlet's called "Moving Parts".
I'm wondering how to use this notice from a cardboard box. Stick it secretly on a poet's back?
A door that's a few metres from my office. I think I get the message.
Another notice from my workplace.
My current office.
2 labs that I've never visited.
Feel free to raid my
On Tuesday, 1st Oct, 7.30pm in Cambridge I'm doing a prose workshop about "point of view". 3 pounds for non-members. For details, see the
It was good to meet up again with Acumen's Oxley's, Nine Arches Press and HappenStance, amongst others. I finally met Alison Brackenbury too. I bought more than I'd intended
A steady stream of visitors passed through, though they often seemed as interested in getting a book published as in buying books. Discussion topics included: how public funding might best assist poetry; the relative merits of being published in pamphlets, books, magazines, online; plagiarism; why HappenStance stalls always have food on offer; who's going to give up publishing poetry; whether poems or poets are a book's selling point.
Over 60 people including Pauline Stainer were at the launch of "Giotto's Circle" by Diana Brodie. There were readings by Diana, family and friends. Huguette Chatterton sang some French songs.
Spent a week in Crete, reading Horowitz's Holmes novel on the flight over. I went tanked up with writing ideas and wrote 6 little poems (which would normally have taken me 6 months to write). I didn't see Zeus's birthplace, but saw a recreation of Nikos Kazantzakis's room.
People talk about the guesswork at the Knossos site, but what struck me at the museums was the amount of extrapolation involved in many of the exhibits. The photo shows a picture that is mostly recreation. I wondered about trying that idea with words -
I was born in Sultan Road. Not only has the house been knocked down but even the address seems to have disappeared in a gap between 182 and 196.
We moved to a prefab. I recall nothing of it. I recall my parents saying that there was a pylon in the back garden. Last week I thought I'd try to track it down. It's still there, fenced in between houses. That's some pylon.
When I was about 2 we moved to a flat. I noticed only this year that there's a milestone outside, the timeless stone bolted over by corroded metal.
Then we moved to a house. Here's the calendar in our living room, the original "Y" of "Friday" having been worn away by thumbs.
I used to win prizes, but it all seems so long ago. The first was for prose in 1988. I note in this press cutting that I said I was a "computer science research analyst". Umm. I didn't really think in terms of literary trajectories then, so I just plodded on. In 1991 I came 2nd in the same competition.
I won 150 pounds for a poem in 1992, after which I tried more seriously to reach the next level. I entered pamphlet competitions, getting as far as appearing in Poetry Business anthologies of runners-up, but only that far. I rationalized my failure by claiming that I no longer wrote
With prose I've fewer excuses for failing in competitions. Some of my pieces aren't mainstream but a good few are supposed to be. I've tried competitions big and small. I usually see merit in the winners of open competitions. It wasn't until 2007 that I won something else - short Fiction's competition. By then I had enough stories for a collection, and tried entering Salt's get-a-book-published competitions. No luck. Another false dawn.
I found three pictures of Quixote. I can't recall him ever being a theme. Maybe I just liked the paintings.
Here's a front cover of a computing magazine, and a review of my game. The review begins "Cricket is one of those rare finds - a decent simulation game that conjures up a feel of the real thing. It even has some of the tedium of a 5 day test match". Fair enough.
I wrote the assembler code with a pen initially (the code here controls the bowled ball's trajectory, I think), and sometimes hand- assembled it to produce the machine code.
I designed the graphics pixel by pixel. The pictures here show some frames of a moving bat - in those days, you could only use colour by going lo-res, making the pictures blocky.
Here's my first self-employed tax form - quite a lot of money in those days.
I used to spend some nights in a London house where somebody collected ducks. I don't think I ever contributed.
I went through a phase when I knew some (ex) art and/or performance students. Here's some art by me
And I collected art by others. This is the design for an art project where the student decided to make their mother's house visible from as far away as possible by putting the divorced father's swivelling shaving mirror in an upstairs window. I also borrowed their postcards if their fathers sent them messages from South Tunisia.
London was in a state of heightened awareness - the day before there were the Boston bombs, and it was the eve of Thatcher's funeral. What's more, London Book Fair was at Earl's Court. I day-tripped for the launch of HappenStance pamphlets by Chrissy Williams and Fiona Moore. Making the most of the day I went down early. I popped into Foyles, which has a useful range of magazines and anthologies (I bought "Structo 9"), popped into the Poetry Library to do some research (D A Prince, in London for the same launch, had beaten me to it) and visited 2 places for the first time - Brixton (why not?) and Stratford. I walked through the Westfield shopping centre to see the Olympic Park, then desperate for some real shops, went back over the train tracks only to find another shopping centre.
Chrissie Williams (on the left in the photo) had 4 poems in that anthology too, including "The Lost" which she read in front of a gold-framed mirror (a common back-drop for venues I've recently been to). I found her introductions (to "Green Lake" for example) useful, and her reading introduced me to a different way to access her poetry. When it clicks for me it's striking.
We spent 4 days or so in Madesimo, Italy, staying a few metres from where the poet Giosuè Carducci frequently stayed and where he played cards in a bar. We skied. The long ski lifts suit me - I can read a few pages each time I go up. I took "Divorzio all'islamica a Viale Marconi" di Amara Lakhous to read. Alas, I took a tumble on the slopes (a blue one) and lost the book when I was only a few pages from the end. I couldn't find the book in shops, though I looked in all the ones we passed.
I went on to read "Birds of America", a short story collection by Lorrie Moore (I was interesting in the balance between comedy/ wordplay and character development) and "Absence has a weight of its own", a poetry collection by Daniel Sluman (whose poems are nothing like most of mine, though I have my moments). I wrote next to nothing.
I did my first social networking from abroad. I didn't realise that Facebook checked for suspicious activity.
I bought "New Walk (issue 1)", "Absence has a weight of its own" (Daniel Sluman, Nine Arches Press), and "White Sheets" (Beverley Bie Brahic, CB editions). My book sold at least one copy at the Nine Arches Press stall.
I suspect some of my troubles are caused by my lack of awareness of factors that affected the poet, though becoming aware of these factors doesn't always solve everything
On Jan 30th I did a talk for the Leamington Spa
I read 2 poems from "Moving Parts" and 2 stories (one from "By All Means") to an audience of 40 or so, talked about creating characters (the risks of using family, etc), and tried to provoke a discussion about the state of poetry and short stories in the UK, especially regarding sales. I said that a long time ago all literature was poetry but now it's barely read. Though cultural people are polite about it, they don't feel obliged to read the latest poetry book in the way that they'd watch a film or read a talked-about novel. My limiting definition of poetry quite rightly came into the discussion.
I tried to approach it rather like an upmarket, cultural stand-up gig (indeed, I was followed by a stand-up comedian/ artist, who was jolly). Having read about how stand-ups can have bad experiences, I was rather apprehensive about dealing with an unknown audience. It was the first talk of that type that I've done - useful practise. On
On Eratosphere's
My story collection "By All Means" (ISBN 978-0-9570984-9-7), published by Nine Arches Press, is on sale from
My poetry pamphlet "Moving Parts" (ISBN 978-1-905939-59-6) is out now, on sale at the