Tasmanian Circles

I just posted Part 1 of my Folded Word interview, TEN with meika loofs-samorzewski. He's a Tasmanian bronze sculptor with an amazing mind. People tell me I'm fairly bright, but this guy could run circles around me with both his legs in casts. If you want to read something that will challenge you, definitely check out his interview. And check out his work on Twitter this week.

Time for a cuppa tea and a sit down!

Cheers,
J.S.

One Nemesis Revealed

Got a lovely Mother's Day present from Twitter. The second installment of "Dakar 1989" went live today at Nanoism.

They say everything you write reveals something about yourself, whether fiction or non. Today's story-tweet places a major source of anxiety for me in neon lights. To this day, I must have an aisle seat. Always. On planes, in trains, in church, at the cinema--anything short of an aisle seat and I'm white knuckled with a migraine.

But I'm good today. My family served me breakfast in bed: my husband's homemade scones, maple sausage, and Irish Breakfast Looseleaf tea. (Ooooh, that was a subtle topic switch...)

Give the moms/mums in your life a hug today!
J.S.

Safety Goggle: Dakar 1989 at Nanoism

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my content = TV-PG
other content = TV-PG

Rock On, Little One

Had to beat my head against the cliff once before scaling escarp. Submitting poetry to this Twitter-zine is the quirkiest experience I've had yet in the literary world. Not only do you submit via direct message (Twitter's version of text-messaging), but you get the editorial decision via direct message. Handling rewrite requests that way is a trip!

At the moment, you may read my prose poem on escarp's home page. But I'll update the link once I'm indexed in their writer's archive. It's a short, sweet tweet. A real treat!

(OK, someone slap me now.)

Cheers,
J.S.

Love from One Night Stanzas

I enjoy dishing out compliments. Too much, I think, as a friend of mine recently threatened to throw a pie at me if I did it again. Did I stop? NO WAY. I'm not afraid of pies--boxed them, served them, chucked them for 2 years at Baker's Square.

What was I saying?

Compliments. Right. I'm always surprised when compliments are returned. But today, they were returned in a very big way from one of the poets I've worked with at Form.Reborn. Claire Askew hosts a lovely blog called One Night Stanzas and works as Editor in Chief of Read This. Today she bestowed the honor of Featured Magazines #12 on Form.Reborn--going so far as to say, "Jessi (the aforementioned editor) is a very cool customer: incredibly friendly and running a seriously tight ship." WOW.

Think I'll dust my tap shoes off & do a jig!

Cheers,
J.S.

My James Lipton Impersonation

Every Monday on Folded Word I post an interview with one of our authors. For the most part all the questions are the same. But the answers are so very different every time. For this week I interviewed Ellaraine Lockie, a poet that I've actually met in person. So this one was especially fun. Even more fun was feeding carrots to her free-range rabbits when I spent the night at her house. So cute to see them hopping 'round the yard and making her cat yield the right-of-way!

Cheers,
J.S.

Another Flight

Again? Already?

I swear--these pieces were written at entirely different times. It's just a coincidence that "Seat 13C" and now "Dakar 1989" ended up launching on the same day; both about air travel. "Dakar 1989" is a serial piece, with one 140 character section posting each Sunday for four weeks. The challenge was to write it so that each section could stand on its own--something I've been forcing my PicFic authors to do for two months. So I officially dedicate this serial story to Mel, David, & Ben for their bravery and dedication to duty. I'm feelin' you now!

I LOVE writing teensy-tiny stories, plot stripped naked. But it would be most decidedly UNCOOL to publish my own work at PicFic. So a double high-five to the editors of Nanoism for giving me a place to play.

And in the time you just spent reading this post, you could have read the entirety of the Nanoism archive. So fly! Be free! And don't forget to join me on Air Afrique.

Cheers,
J.S.

What I Get for Flying

I recently took a father/daughter trip to visit my uncle in Dallas, TX. I'm a nervous flyer, anyway, but the return trip begged to be immortalized. Or at least my imaginings of what the return trip COULD have been. Curious? Then read my flash fiction Seat 13C, Flight 221.

Thanks to the ever-patient and brilliant editors of Flash Fire 500 for giving my flight of fancy a place to land!

Cheers,
J.S.

Safety Goggle: "Seat 13C, Flight 221" at Flash Fire 500

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my content = TV-PG (D V)
other content = TV-MA (D L S V)