I mentioned this on twitter last week, but I thought I’d write it here as well, because…why not. I’m having a short story published in a book that’s coming out in June / July. I don’t know full details yet, mainly because I haven’t been paying attention, but I think it’s a collection of short stories by new writers. I’m publishing under my real name and my story is called Exit Through The Wound. I’d considered this title for a full length novel, but a) I like it very much, b) it fits the story in a metaphorical sense (i.e. I’ve made ridiculous allowances and convinced myself and everyone else involved that it fits the story), c) who knows if I’ll ever get the chance to publish a full length novel, so I might as well use it now.
As part of this, I’ve also been asked to do a reading at the London Literature Festival in July. In front of people. People who will be alive and breathing. And in great numbers (i.e. potentially more than 0). I’ll start looking for a victim to stand in for me shortly, but in the meantime, let’s forget about that.
I had to write a 50-word ‘author bio’ to be included with the story, and this bio is:
“___ is a suited wage-slave by day and a topless Nietzschean clubber also by day; and night. He has received around 1,100,000 hits on his blog, which converted into four stalkers none of whom have yet murdered him. ___ hides in London”
If you’ve read this blog in the past and liked it, I guess you’ll have a pretty good idea of what the story will be like. To draw a music parallel, it’s like a studio version of demos that leaked on the internet ages ago and everyone got for free, and now they’re being asked to actually pay good money for a more polished version in a physical format. I guess this didn’t work for Little Boots, but hey, I’m not a frumpy Northern lass who toned down her electro production to appeal to the masses with disastrous effects, so we’ll see.
I’m sure I’ll write more about this when I know. More.