Free Short Stories
I already have a group of people who receive free short stories between 50 and 1000 words on the first day of the month. If you’d like to be part of the list (called “Felicitations” after my adult-writing name, Felicity Bloomfield), then email fellissimo[at]hotmail.com with “Felicitations Please” in the subject line.
NOTE: the list is NOT child-safe. If you want only G/PG stories, make sure you say so in the initial email.
Here’s a free sample (G-rated):
NAKED MAN IN THE BUSHES [a true story that happened to my friend]
There’s not much to do in Canberra.
I walked home from Belconnen Interchange on a Wednesday night. It was ten o’clock, so there were no more buses. Drunk men were everywhere, and they all seemed to be stalking their ex-wives. They talked to contacts on mobiles. ‘Yes, she’s going toward Ginninderra Drive now. See if you can head her off.’
My concern rose significantly when I noticed an adult male crouching in bushes by the roadside. He was nude.
I kept my eyes forward and debated whether or not I should call someone. Unable to remember the number for the naked stalker hotline, I walked by on the other side of the road. A second naked man burst from a tree immediately in front of me and sprinted to the traffic island splitting Belconnen Way.
‘Marco!’ he yelled.
‘Polo!’ came the reply.
[This story was published in the “Short and Twisted” anthology 2007 by Celapene Press]
Pirate How-To Guide
Can you believe the pirate flashmob is happening THIS Saturday? (FYI: At Lyneham shops outside Tillies and the second-hand bookshop, 2:00-2:30pm. Free family event.)
My father-in-law was just panicking over lunch about what he was going to wear (not a conversation we have every day).
I will be bringing a stack of home-made eyepatches, so if you’re desperate – don’t worry. Just show up and find me (175cm with long brown hair and an ankle-length red or green skirt with black-and-white striped socks, plus a black corset with bare shoulders and a lacy green wrap). I will be there from around 1:00pm with a handful of my most faithful minions.
Otherwise, my personal recommendations include:
-bandanna (made out of almost any square of material).
-hat (can be made from any soft black rimmed hat by pinning the rim to the crown in three places – it makes a 3-cornered hat).
-Almost any very very old clothes
-fake scars/beard (mascara makes the best beard – trust me I know).
-anything with a pirate logo on.
-plastic cutlasses and other piratical supplies can be found at almost any toy or costume shop (eg “The Funny Shop”).
I’ll add (and accept) more suggestions as we go!
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Speaking of which, here be some more blogs for ye:
NOTE: as far as I know, these are G-rated blogs. But I don’t know much, so enter at your own risk. This lot is mostly agents and publishers.
http://michellegeorge.wordpress.com/
This is someone I know in the real world. She’s just as interesting here as there.
http://blog.nathanbransford.com/
an agent, bravely using his real (presumably) name online. VERY good articles for writers.
http://writerjenn.livejournal.com/
http://internspills.blogspot.com/2009/07/notes-on-spiritual-memoirs.html#comment-form
VERY funny
http://editorialanonymous.blogspot.com/
http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/
http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/
Interview with the main character
The narrator of the twitter tale is Ulandin (chosen as narrator mainly because his name is the longest). He will be telling the story in first person (“I. . . “)
Keep in mind that both Ulandin and “Louise Curtis” are technically fictional – Louise is MOSTLY me, but nicer. And a bit dumber (arguably).
Louise is a writer, so she has a cat. This cat has clearly heard one too many discussions of grammar.
This interview takes place in real time, just before “Tar” happens. “Tar” isn’t required reading. Nor is this – it’s not a story, just a bit of story flotsam.
Interview with Ulandin, by the author (sort of):
It was a hot day, and everyone seemed to have passed out under the scattered trees. The heat was so thick I swam dreamily along the road, unable to walk quickly.
I found Ulandin under a tree (naturally), fixing a broken oar. He was only sixteen or so, but carried himself as if he was much older. I got the feeling that if he’d seen me coming he’d have hidden – he had the look of someone trying to be invisible. That impression vanished the instant he raised his eyes – striking golden eyes in a brown face.
Louise: Good afternoon.
Ulandin: Ma’am.
Louise: How long have you been working for Master Hinfar?
Ulandin: Since Mum died.
Louise: How old were you then?
Ulandin: Dunno. Don’t remember it.
Louise: So you’re a slave?
Ulandin: Figured that out yourself, did you?
Louise: Are you okay? Are you fed well?
Ulandin: Enough to work.
Louise: How would you describe your life?
Ulandin: Rather not.
Louise: Can I. . . er. . . bribe you or something?
Ulandin: Do you have a boat?
Louise: Um. . . no. I was thinking of food, or money. That kind of thing.
Ulandin: You know what a slave with money is?
Louise: What?
Ulandin: A thief. Then dead.
Louise: Oh. Never mind. But then why did you want a boat?
Ulandin: To be free.
Louise: Oh. I’m so sorry. Is there anyone who can help you – buy your freedom, or something?
Ulandin: Not on this island. Master Hinfar owns everyone, one way or another. Except. . . no. No-one.
Louise: Except who?
Ulandin: The girl who landed on the beach yesterday. She’s not from here. No-one knows where she’s from. Pretty, though – all big eyes and ringlets. But maybe the big eyes were because she was starving – another hour and she’d have died.
Louise: Where is she?
Ulandin: Master Hinfar took her away.
Louise: Will he make her a slave?
Ulandin: I don’t think he can. I don’t think anyone can.
Miss Piggy you fiend!
Pretty sure my husband and I both have swine flu. It’s pretty bad, but kinda fun being part of a pandemic. I’m almost completely over it – just a faint lingering headache, and a feeling like a bruise right on my left cheekbone. Plus I feel like I have toothache – so much so that I had a dentist check it out. The husband is just getting started, so we’re actually giving him medication (just to be different).
Warning: if you get swine flu, don’t bother going to the dentist.
For those still panicking – don’t. It’s just another flu – if you’re 100 years old with emphysema, or you’re pregnant, you should be concerned. Otherwise, don’t be.
Today I received my fifth manuscript recommendation from a professional assessor (for the fart book). That’s five different assessors and five different books. Yay me.
Now all I need is a market. Which is where twitter comes in. I’ve just discovered that if people go to
http://twitter.com/Louise_Curtis_ (include the underline at the end – I can’t seem to work the cut and paste properly) and press the big green ‘join’ button, I automatically get followed. Excellent!
Join me, my pretties. . . It’s crucial I get lots of followers.
Lots of followers
= media event
=marketability
=publication (Harper Collins is replying to my book early next month! Will they say yes? Will twitter make all the difference? Follow me on twitter and find out!)
Felicity/Louise Curtis
Parental Advisory
This entry is all about child safety.
The first thing to remember is that my “Louise Curtis” pen-name will never write above a PG rating (generally for piratical violence, or it’d be a G rating throughout).
It should also be noted that I am a Christian and one of my characters is faintly based on Jesus (is there any more interesting person in history?) My first priority is to write an excellent story, but if you’re sensitive to religious themes it’s best you know one of the characters may be offensive to you – on a more subtle level than Aslan in the Narnia books.
“Felicity Bloomfield” writes for adults, and doesn’t hold back on topics. For an example, download “Tar”, a short story available at:
http://drolleriepress.com/needles-bones/
This is NOT NOT suitable for children.
I recommend the twittertale for age 10 and up.
Flashmob safety:
The flashmob is an open-invite event, so don’t assume everyone in a pirate person is well-meaning. There will be free (non-nut) lollies, but the peope I know and trust will be carrying my signature. If you email me in advance, I will send you a picture of it (and answer any other questions you have). My email address is fellissimo @ hotmail. com (no spaces).
If you are looking for me at the flashmob (eg for a copy of my signature so you know who to take lollies from), this is what I’ll be wearing:
Long black gloves, black corset, green lacy wrap (bare shoulders), full-length skirt in either dark green or dark red.
I’m also 175cm with long brown hair, so I’m pretty easy to spot (although when I show up I’ll have a baggy jumper over all but the skirt).
And while we’re here, here’s some more blogs I’ve been linking to:
WARNING: Blogs are the property of their writers and might not be G-rated. Most of them look okay to me (with the exception noted), and are rather good because they’re all written by writers.
http://thewriterssideofthelookingglass.blogspot.com/
Charleevale.blogspot.com
http://paigeofabook.blogspot.com/
warning: the above is a crime blog, and is often upsetting.
http://jannettejohnson.blogspot.com
http://straightfromhel.blogspot.com
(‘Hel’ is an abbreviation for ‘Helen’)
http://www.jmstrother.com/tiki-view_blog_post.php?blogId=1&postId=237
GREAT for brand-new twitter users.
http://editorunleashed.com/2009/01/15/twitter-tips-for-writers-25-good-follows/
GREAT for people (especially writers) who need help sorting out who to follow on twitter.
Free sample
I’ll be tweeting the very first post of the twittertale this Saturday 25 July. (It’s a bit weird calling it a free sample when the whole thing is free, but oh well.)
Harper Collins is within a month of making a decision on one of my novels – the first I ever wrote that had pirates in, in fact.
If I can get famous by the end of July, they’re sure to say yes (the last time they rejected it was only because it lacked a market – not because the writing was lacking. And it’s a LOT better since then, believe me).
So please, join me on twitter. It may mean the difference between a three-book deal and yet another glowing letter telling me how fabulous – but not saleable – I am. Make your housemates/children/pets follow me. use your backup email. Just make me famous, please. . .
Louise_Curtis_
“Why are you helping me?”
“Because you inspire terrible pity” –Dollhouse quote.
Real Time Weather
The “novel” will be told in real time – so if the characters are eating lunch, I’ll post that tweet at lunch time.
Whenever I add a tweet to the novel, I’ll check the real-time weather in Jakarta (since my fantasy world is based on Indonesia). So you can check the novel weather, too (because it won’t be mentioned much in the actual tweets…but I’ll know what it is).
In my head
Can’t sleep. Can’t sit still. Hands shaking. Locked keys in car. Got my name and gender incorrect. Throbbing headache.
This is what hypergraphic mania looks like.
And in many ways it’s kinda fun. I’m getting HEAPS done (it HURTS my head – I swear I can feel the thoughts marching across my left cheekbone).
My mental illness is pretty minor, especially the bipolar bit of it. I can think and talk rationally, though I’m somewhat distracted and it’s very difficult to listen to anything anyone else has to say (“Oh, and how is that different?” from the chorus). I know I’m going to crash, so I plan for it – saving up my chocolate quote for when I need it to stay awake/civil/at work.
It’s all gonna be juuuuust fiiiiiine.
Eating pancakes now. Yum.
Twitter for. . . well, for twits
It is waaaaay easier than I expected.
Go to:
http://twitter.com/Louise_Curtis_
and join from there.
You’ll need a name, an email address, and the ability to invent a password and type in a word verification. That’s it!
It will ask you if you want to follow various celebrities, and my little icon should be on the right-hand-side of your screen.
If it’s not, comment here or write me an email at fellissimo @ hotmail. com (no spaces) telling me your user name.
Felicity Banks 