A Writing Day

I’ve done the bare minimum of tidying my office. I have a glass of sweet tea, my go-to places for lists of open submissions (Aerogramme Writers’ Studio and Literistic), and a whole day to devote to my writing. Yes, there are plenty of dishes to wash and laundry to do, but in my office I…

On Eclectic Iron: A breath of fresh air

The weekend before last (Thursday, 4 June-Sunday, 7 June), I volunteered with Iron Press at their second literary festival, Eclectic Iron.  In 2013 they celebrated their fortieth anniversary with the Iron Age Festival.  This year they followed its huge success with another fantastic weekend of poetry, theatre, and music.  I was lucky to be a…

(Not) Talking during trailers at Scene Missing

I can count the number of video games I’ve actually played—or tried to play—on one hand.  It’s not from a lack of interest, but more a lack of experience.  I can never remember which button is where, or what it does, so the only times I played Little Big World with my fiancé, I spent…

Literary fisticuffs at Write Club Atlanta

It makes sense that, as I later found out, Naked City is sort of Write Club’s younger sibling.  When I entered the Ballroom Lounge at the Highland Inn a few minutes after doors last Wednesday night, the music was already loud, and the seats were nearly full.  Even in a venue bigger than the The…

I became a resident of Naked City

Naked City?  Do I have to get naked?  Or is it just some kind of metaphor for the process of stripping yourself bare by reading your writing in front of strangers? I am a stranger in my own city.  I knew this when I entered The Warhorse Cafe for the first time and could only…