I wrote this story years ago and most of the places in it closed down, which adds to the title and overall sentiment, I think 😊
Anyways, here it is on the wonderful Wasafiri!
Happy new year! Let’s hope 2017 turns out great while we continue to recover from the longest year in memory. (Bye-bye, 2016.) Last year felt simultaneously endless and where did time go?! Last time I posted something here it must have been June! I guess time gets away from you when you try not to have a panic attack/are publishing books. And what a wonderful year it was for my tiny publishing house. I got to publish work by my some of my most favorite writers in the world in two beautiful books: Matchbook Stories 4, and The Letters Page, Vol.1 (edited by Jon McGregor). I coudn’t be prouder or more excited about these books! (And the ones we got cooking for 2017. No spoilers, but they will also be great! If all goes well *knocks on wood* Who’s there? Well, just in case, you know?)
Anyway, this is just to say hello and that I am still here, and to wish you all the best shiniest happiest new year! Fight the forces of evil! Do creative things! Read books and watch good movies, which reminds me, I just watched La la land and loved it and remembered this story I wrote (it was published in the Mojave River Review) a while back about being in my 20s and living in L.A. (maybe that’s why I loved the movie so much)…
Here’s wishing you all the best 2017.
P.S FF @ioannaonline and @BookExMachina on Twitter for book updates!
It’s summer. I mean, SUMMER. Just
had survived our first heatwave.
Had a story accepted in one of my favorite literary magazines.
Trying not to read the news.
Trying to remember to breathe.
Here’s some Captcha poetry, see you again soon.
A little story about cats, published in Visual Verse
The cats want to know where you’ve been. They come and smell your clothes, rub their noses on your shoes, sniff your soles for clues. They are excited at the hint of a world outside of their zone of things comfortable and known. They are surprised you’ve been gone this long and that you’re suddenly back.
read the rest here
New Year’s Resolutions… Have you broken yours yet? *
Here’s my little story on the theme in the latest Rumpus Readers Report, edited by Susan Clements, (and accompanied with the lovely illustrations of Christina Weidman)
Read the rest on The Rumpus!
* this was the first story I wrote this year! But I’m not telling you what my actual resolutions were. ;)
My story Under the Hole is in a rad new anthology by the awesome For Books’ Sake!
(RE)Sisters […] the anthology features the best new fiction from emerging women writers from across the globe.
Featuring a diverse range of characters, genres, styles and subject matters, the eighteen stories in (RE)Sisters include; a dystopian world where skin colour is changed by a sinister procedure; a spelling bee that stings like a wasp; a girl kept captive by a man with no heart; an indefinite hospital quarantine; a runaway best friend; a lost habit of checking shoes for scorpions; an abandoned bathtub; a stolen hot air balloon, and much, much more besides. […]
A fierce, fearless and topical tribute to girls’ rebellion and resistance, (RE)Sisters is defiant, distinctive and unapologetic. Just like its heroines.
Coming out next month, available to pre-order here.
What a great way to finish the year!
My story The Last Time I was Near a Volcano is this week’s Necessary Fiction featured story.
I started writing this story in Santorini in my notebook in 2011 when we were at Atlantis Books for their first Caldera festival. It was the first time I ever went to Santorini and we went around the island looking at the beaches and the volcanic landscapes and I picked up some of the volcanic rocks and wondered if it was okay to take them home with me.
The only other time I was on an island with volcanoes was in Hawaii and people there believe that if you take anything volcanic off the island the goddess Pele gets mad and then you have really bad luck. But in Santorini shops sold jewelry made of lava rocks. So I wrote this story which is about how every place is different and its own special little world that you have to give yourself to it to really understand it. It’s about travelers versus tourists. Insiders and outsiders. Old traditions and special rules and secret handshakes, and changing as you grow up and as you move to a new place and your past trying to hold you back. About finding new homes, and sometimes having to destroy something to make something new. By the way, I took the lava rocks home with me, because in Santorini there’s no Pele. And then I finished writing the story.
Hope you enjoy it! And here’s wishing you a happy new year, full of great stories and travels and new and old friends. Thanks for reading.