A Slice of the Murdering Pie

I recently rediscovered a short story I had written a few years ago, featuring an absolutely wicked queer couple. It is the antithesis of what I usually write, which is quaint domestic character studies. And I thought the story was fantastic. A fun, murderous romp. I remember writing it and believing “no-one will ever publishContinue reading “A Slice of the Murdering Pie”

That unfortunate moment when . . .

. . . you are neck deep in a longer work of fiction, and a short story from months ago decides to show up and demand attention. (Of course this story couldn’t have shown up when I was actively working on it. Why would it do that.)