Die Procrastination Die

It's just after midnight on a Friday evening and I've completely fallen back in love with words. How silly I feel for all that procrastination. How angry. I love words! I love putting them together and moving them around and feeling the shape of them in my mouth. I love the rhythm of a piece of writing, and having all those possible words swirling around your head until the right one just edges itself forward, smirking, knowing you're going to keep it. 

It's been a while, but I'm feeling like my mojo is back. Or tonight it is, anyway. Thanks words. You rock. 

Pinch Punch, come to a Book Launch

the things I will be carrying

I'm not sure how it got to be March. But today is March 1st, and that means it's also the day of the East Midlands launch of Overheard:Stories to Read Aloud. It's taking place at De Montfort University, Leicester, and is part of the Cultural Exchanges Festival.

There's a host of writers reading their stories from the book, including Jonathan Taylor, Deborah Tyler-Bennett, Joel Lane, Aimee Wilkinson, Catherine Rogers, Simon Perril, Will Buckingham, Alexandros Plasatis(it's worth your bus fare just to hear this story alone!), Kathleen Bell, Judith Allnatt, Felicity Skelton, and me!

The launch is free to attend, all are welcome, and will be in the Clephan Building from 6pm - 8pm. So, if you fancy a bit of storytelling to kick the weekend off nicely, put on your listening cardigan or your fancy pants and come along.

There are more details about the event here.

See you there!


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Here are some things people wrote about the London launch...

I overheard it on the grapevine

Overheard - 8th January, 2013

and here are some videos from the event.

Anchorless

A few months ago, Red Lightbulbs put out a 24-hour call for submissions for what would be the tenth and final issue. I wrote something with just a few hours left to go, edited it, read over it a few more times, then sent it off on a wing and a prayer. And it got in. (Thanks Russ and Jeannette!) And I'm thrilled to be in such amazing company. This issue is bigger than previous ones, and it's packed with great writers and great writing. You can read it here.

Overheard Launch: stories in a pub!

Hello, and Happy New Year!

Tomorrow is the launch of Overheard: Stories to Read Aloud. It's happening in London Town, at the Betsey Trotwood on Farringdon Road, where lots of stories will be read aloud by the likes of Lee Rourke, Tania Hershman, Vanessa Gebbie, Katy Darby, Kathleen Bell, Claire Baldwin, Aimee Wilkinson, Deborah Tyler-Bennett, Alex Plasatis, Gemma Seltzer, Jo Baker, Kate Pullinger, Denise Hayes, Felicity Skelton, Ailsa Cox, Robert Shearman, and me.

It starts at 7:30pm, and is FREE!

Here's the event link on facebook.

It would be lovely to see you there!

Illuminated IS Everything

A few weeks ago, I was invited to submit something for the final Beat The Dust of 2012. The story I sent was partly inspired by Quad's Illuminated exhibition, which I urge you to go and visit if you're anywhere near this little city in the Midlands. I'm slightly obsessed with this exhibition. I can't quite figure out what it is about it. It might be the dark inside the gallery. And how you can sit on the floor in a corner, or on a cushion in the middle of the floor, and just think about things, undisturbed. Yes. It's a good space for thinking. And it's also been responsible the last three stories I've written, and will probably spark a few more yet.

Intermission, the story I wrote for Beat The Dust, begins in front of the work Brilliant Noise, by Semiconductor, which is a film made from thousands of NASA satellite photos of the sun. The picture above is a still from it.

So, when Quad put a call out for local musicians, poets, dancers and actors to create new work as a response to the exhibition, I knew I had to send in a pitch. I'm no musician or poet, but as some of you may already know, I am a fantastic dancer. So...anyway...I will be reading a story/monologue this very evening, inside RINK, a floor-based projection by David Ward, which includes imagery from astronomy and particle physics. It's my favourite place in Derby right now, apart from my bed. There are bits where you can pretend you're on the moon!

I don't have a title for my story yet, and it's a little bit different to things I've done before, but I am very excited about it. Fellow TTO compadre Biff is also doing some of his music as Emphemetry. I only found out Biff was involved yesterday. Sneaky TTO takeover, YEAH!

It's only a short event, probably no longer than half an hour, and it starts dead on 7pm. And it's free, but spaces are very limited, so you'll need to book a ticket.

Stories To Read Aloud

I was away from home when my author copy of Overheard, Stories to Read Aloud, arrived. It was amazing to open the parcel and hold it in my hands. It's a thing of beauty. I can't stop picking it up and smelling it. It smells gooooood. Jonathan Taylor is an incredible editor, and there are so many talented writers (Judith Alnatt, David Belbin, Louis De Bernières, Vanessa Gebbie, Tania Hershman, Hanif Kureishi, Ian McEwan, Blake Morrison, Adele Parks, Lee Rourke, Salman Rushdie, Robert Shearman and Aimee Wilkinson to name but a few) and awesome stories in it. AND...it's available to buy now from Salt.
Who doesn't love a book of stories for Christmas?

Between There and Here

I learned from this weekend’s planetarium visit that the bright star I’m seeing, just right and up from the moon is in fact Jupiter. Not a star at all. The brightest stars are tricks. Venus always swizzes me into thinking it’s the first star, and even though I always realise it’s not, I still wish on it anyway. 

Inside the planetarium I wanted to lie down. I wish I’d had it to myself. When I was a kid, I stuck glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling in the shape of constellations. It was tricky to do, and I only got so far as Libra, Ursa Major (inc. the Plough) and Ursa Minor, and Cassiopeia (my favourite tortoise). Every night, I’d wait in the dark for them to start shining, and I’d make believe I was out in a field somewhere, or on a rooftop, just me and the night sky. I liked the vastness of it. The idea that it reached forever.

I’m in that weird place at the moment, where I’m half in a book’s world and half here. There’s the feeling of not being tethered. I’m seeing everything through the book’s lens, staring up at the moon full of questions, half-lost. 

There was something the planetarium guide said about the roots of the word astronaut. That it literally means ‘sailor of the stars’, and it brought back a memory of the kitchen bench we had when I was little, and how me and my sister would turn it upside down so it became a boat. We’d sail it up and down rivers and across oceans, its wood creaking in the dark waters. I don’t know if we had the North Star to guide us. But my fascination with survival manuals started early, so it’s entirely possible I knew how to navigate with the heart of a sailor, even then. 

It’s been a strange week. I stared at the floor of a gallery for what could easily have been an hour, watching star maps and projections of the night sky at my feet. And it seemed I was on the surface of the moon. This is the beginning of something. 

And after, in the planetarium, more projections, this time of the actual moon’s surface, and me at ground level, almost there. But not there. But not quite here, either. And under the stars and the planets, the realisation hit me that I’ll probably never get to walk on the moon. And it broke my heart.

So right now there are bright stars, and fake firework-stars, bangs and crashes and all the gunpowder and copper chloride I could ever want. And I’m jealous of the man who jumped from space, not for the jump, but for what he saw. And I’m jealous of the twelve people who’ve walked on the moon. And I wonder if there are some things you never let go of. Some wishes you keep on making, even if you know you’re not really wishing on stars. 

I don’t want to finish the book. I like the wondering how it’s all going to turn out, I like not quite understanding what’s going on. I have one foot there and one foot here. And tomorrow, well, later today now, I’m going to the gallery again. To watch the stars beneath my feet, and be fully in that place, yet make believe I’m on the moon, for as long as I am.