Blog: Personal

I am an inconsiderate writer. I never change names and I never disguise events. I never pretend that anything is fiction, because it rarely is. I write about my own hurts and the hurts I caused, on purpose and in revenge. I’d write about you, and I wouldn’t even ask you whether it was okay. I would never purposefully hurt someone’s feelings in my daily life, but in writing everyone I’ve ever met is just fodder for stories. For reasons…

It’s only when I finally give in and say I can’t possibly do something that I actually get off my arse and do it. Why is that? Anyway, here is my afore-promised: Two Thousand and Nine In Kirsty-Shaped Review I appear to have done nothing at all in January except be hungover and write bad poetry. So let’s skip quickly over it. February New work in Chronogram, Salome, Velvet. March Spent a week in Alicante New work in Membra Disjecta,…