flown babies

It's hard. I wrote a story last month that is kind of staying with me. It's a viking one, and while I was writing it, people kept posting beautiful viking, northern images on tumblr. I saw the forest I was thinking about after I'd written the story, the weapons, the blond, bearded men, the naked swimming children... so many lovely images that were just what I needed to put me in the right zone.

I wanted to the story to be deeply evocative and atmospheric and I've no idea whether I achieved that or not. The story is subbed, but I won't hear a yay or nay til June, and if it does get in then it will be what, a year before the book hits the shelves?

I feel a bit of separation anxiety... I didn't discuss it with anyone while I was writing, didn't get anyone to be a reader, which I should've, of course. I just didn't manage to get it done in time. I'd love to talk to someone about my story, but I can't. My attempts to have people read it have somehow not gone anywhere. I don't know why I want to so much, there's always the fear that it's crap, and people will feel embarrassed and not want to tell me. Still... I miss it. I need to live there a little bit longer, I lived with it in my head for quite some time while it grew and formed, and it's not ready to go yet.

Sometimes it takes such a long time for the anthos I am in to see the light of day that I've almost forgotten about them by the time the story does come out - and while it's lovely to read my own words in print, with fresh eyes, it still doesn't guarantee any feedback. It's a weird little world, writing. Especially when you do it as infrequently as I do.

toot toot!

You know that whole asparagus pee thing? Well, in the interests of science, I feel compelled to tell you that I had spinach for dinner last night and my vagina smells of spinach this afternoon. Not like spinach, exactly like spinach. I'd defy anyone to tell the difference (though that would make for an intersting experiment).

I know Popeye likes 'em tall and skinny, but he'd be so into me right now.

I was torn about pics for this post... I could have gone with spinach juice in a green glass, or a Popeye illustration (I yam what I yam) but who can resist a vulva shaped spinach tortellini?

Morning Noon and Night story illustration

Here is a lovely pictures that reminds me of my heroine from Morning, Noon and Night.

The link! 

Ahh, Docs, how I miss you.

I got the lovely news of an acceptance from Kristina Wright last night, I'll have a story, Faded Goods, in her Sweet and Sexy xo anthology, nestled right underneath Nikki Magennis and her wild naked bandits, and in the company of many other exciting authors. I want to say 'salubrious authors' but I know that's not right. And yet, good health to you all!