Hello Writing Exchange! I'm re-introducing myself because I haven't posted for a while.
In 2022 I joined this instance using my real name, but I ended up starting my own micro-server.
I'm now using a nom de plume for this account and writing my first novel -- a tall tale about a young woman finding herself with the help of a space alien.
How I painted “Spawn” ☂️ a metaphor for freedom, hope, creativity and personal growth, even in turbulent times. A meaningful gift for someone you love. Prints available 👉 link in bio.
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🎵 Oisín Little
New painting prep, detail: “Deadline”.
The concept for this came from one of my Inktober sketches five years ago 🖋️. Thanks to my daughter Willow for the reference photos, not exactly a comfortable pose to hold 😬😘.
The Facts of Life by Graham Joyce. I think I read this over a decade ago. All I remembered was having read a novel set in post-war Coventry. Part of me can't quite believe though that the enjoyment I felt reading it (presumably again) didn't leave any lasting trace. But anyway, it's a really cool book. I'm not a literary expert, and genre classification is not my thing, but I suppose you could tag a "magical realism" label on this one without getting it too wrong. The story revolves around Frank, a very much wanted but destined for adoption kid conceived in unclear circumstances... When Frank ends up not adopted, his mother Cassie and his grand mother Martha have to decide what's to become of him. Cassie is "fey", not always entirely there and while big-hearted, not well suited for motherhood because of her absences. Fortunately (maybe), Martha has had 5 other daughters, and it is decided that they will take turns raising little Frank. Frank himself is a little odd, though not so much as his mom. Facts of Life is the story of Frank's youth, the story of a city trying to rebuild itself, of post-war hopes and of the remains of a German bomber. While not 100% sure if it's magical realism, I am 100% sure it's magical. I laughed, I was moved, I marveled, it made me all fuzzy inside. Read it. #novel#magicalrealism#fantasy#coventry
In the remote border town of Q., which when seen from the air resembles nothing so much as an ill-proportioned dumb-bell, there once lived three lovely, and loving, sisters. Their names . . . but their real names were never used, like the best household china, which was locked away after the night of their joint tragedy in a...
Amoebae leave no fossils. They haven’t any bones. (No teeth, no belt buckles, no wedding rings.) It is impossible, therefore, to determine how long amoebae have been on Earth....
Hi there! Bone Parade is open for submissions through October 15th! We only need one more story for the next issue. Please send us your weird and wonderful genre-bending stories! We're also kind of in the mood for a cozy existential crisis, if that exists?
If you like bloody revenge, a laconic, indefatigable hero, and miraculous, mystical happenings in the mythical Old West, then I think you'll share my opinion; "The Thousand Crimes of Ming Tsu" by Tom Lin kicks ass. [CW: sex, violence, drug use, racists]
Shame - Sir Ahmed Salman Rushdie - 1983 (pdfhost.io)
In the remote border town of Q., which when seen from the air resembles nothing so much as an ill-proportioned dumb-bell, there once lived three lovely, and loving, sisters. Their names . . . but their real names were never used, like the best household china, which was locked away after the night of their joint tragedy in a...
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues - Tom Robbins - 1976 (pdfhost.io)
Amoebae leave no fossils. They haven’t any bones. (No teeth, no belt buckles, no wedding rings.) It is impossible, therefore, to determine how long amoebae have been on Earth....