My debut short story collection will be published.
There. No messing about. No, what should I say. No, it’ll be small – nothing to worry anyone about. No, looking at my feet. Because essentially that has what I have been doing for the last couple of months.
The details, which will be fleshed out over the next year or so, are that it will be published by Liquorice Fish (whom I have spoken of in previous posts) who continue to provide a wonderful home for my short stories.
And now I am getting very excited about it. Not least because I just told Ali Smith. And she grinned and gifted me the title of my collection.
In truth she wrote down the words I gave her, when I floundered over what I had been considering as possible titles in the small hours between sleep. And you know what, this is perfect.
This is happening. To the people who I have should have told by now, offline, please forgive me.