Monthly Archives: July 2014
Today I started writing an unsettling little tale for Anthology Club’s ‘Autumn Anthology’. This Edith Piaf song is one of the inspirations behind it.
With two successful collections already on the shelves, the music-inspired Soul of the Universe and piratical Cutthroats and Curses, Anthology Club has already established itself as a reliable publisher of stonkingly good anthologies. Contributing authors receive a share of any profits.
Sound like a good deal? Fancy submitting a short story yourself? Listed below are nine Anthology Club collections that are currently open for submissions, together with their required word count and deadline. You’ll find much more detail on the Anthology Club website so click through and get writing. I’ve already got a dragon tale and a summer short up, and am working on something for the Autumn anthology now. Come and join the happy throng.
Dragonthology, 4k-16k words, no hard deadline as yet.
- A collection of shorts that reimagines dragons. Genre mash-ups more than welcome.
Shakespeare in Life, 5k-10k, no hard deadline as yet.
- A fluid theme, but stories that touch on Shakespeare in some way. Quite how is up to you.
Autumnal Anthology, 300-3k, August 20th.
- The theme is autumn (fall) and endings. There is no limitation on genre.
Western Tales, 6k-8k, September 15th.
- Stories that update the Western. Genre mash-ups more than welcome.
Descent into Darkness, 4k-10k, September 15th.
- Tales that centre around someone losing their mind. Unnerving rather than gory.
- Stories with a theme of winter, and stasis. Any genre welcome.
Wish You Were Here, 5k-10k, December.
- Tales that involve one character missing another.
Spring anthology, 300-3k, February 20th 2015.
- Stories concerning spring and rebirth. Any genre.
- A collection of summery reads.
On this day in 1663, Sam Pepys was a very naughty boy while his wife was away in the country. Follow me being Sam (but with a Wombat twist) every day on Twitter @SamPepys_1663 – here’s today’s tweets. Warning; this is a bit NSFW.
“What I tell you now must go no further than between me and Twitter. Most importantly, do not tell Lizzie. If you be reading at your employment, be warned that this is not suitable for work.
To Westminster Hall, where I expected some bands made me by Mrs. Lane, & while she went to the starchers for them I staid at Mrs. Howlett’s. Mrs. Howlett & her husband were abroad, and only their daughter was in the shop, and I took occasion to buy a pair of gloves to talk to her. I find her a pretty spoken girl, and will prove a mighty handsome wench. I could love her very well, perhaps, at a future date. By and by Mrs. Lane comes, and my bands not being done she and I went to the Crown in the Palace Yard, where we eat a chicken and drank. We were mighty merry, & I had my full liberty of towzing her & doing what I would but the last thing of all; you know, planting the pudding. I felt as much of her as I wanted and made her feel my thing also, and put the end of it to her breast and by & by to her very belly. #sexy
Thence walked home, all in a sweat with my tumbling of her and walking, and so a little supper and to bed.
I think I’m getting a cold. Mum’s the word, right? We don’t want this getting to Brampton, do we? Good lads. You know it makes sense.”