Fiction Friday Photo by Mourad Saadi on Unsplash For five straight minutes, Maia held a breast that wasn’t there. She cupped her hand where her left breast should be and stared at herself in the full-length mirror. As she cradled it, she reached into that space and touched the skin with her right hand. Her fingertips brushed the withered stump of her breast and worked their way in small circles to where her nipple used to be. The scar was dappled and hard, like old leather, but around it her skin was translucent and felt like it would puncture if pressed too hard. She switched over to her right breast and explored […]
I will literally make a mix CD for anyone that sends me their postal address. Patreon supporters are preferred, of course, because postal costs are insane. But I’ve done this for my Twitter friends in the past. I even sent them Christmas cards. So I’d gladly send music to a music lover anywhere the world over. I don’t expect you to take me up on this offer but it is genuine. The sad truth though is that most people don’t trust each other enough to disclose their postal address. Nor should they. I take my privacy and personal safety very seriously and expect others to do the same. I’ve had […]
I love Anne Lamott. Bird By Bird is one of my favourite books on writing. She even inspired me to write a letter to God once — which was no mean feat for an atheist with writer’s block. My favourite quote by her is this one: “I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life’s work, and try to get hold of a giant panda.”
I could have written this but you did! I love when people say that. I also get a lot of comments like “You read my mind” “Get out of my head” or “Now I don’t have to write it.” It’s the loveliest compliment but always strikes me as a little weird — not least because I’ve a warped imagination. I imagine a world in which people steal each other’s thoughts and write them down. I know exactly what people mean, so I promise that I’m not being mean when I say this. All people really mean is I agree with you. But any time you read something and think “I could have […]
If I was immortal I’d spend most of my time drinking tea and writing. Also reading books. What else is there? People say that there’s more to life. That you should leave the house. That you should go outside and enjoy the sunshine. That you should meet other people and talk to them. Anyone who says stuff like this is not to be trusted. My natural habitat would be a library where you’re allowed to drink tea and eat flapjacks so long as you don’t get anything on the books. Here’s to spending all your time drinking tea and writing. I’ll put the kettle on.
You spend your time on Twitter snarking at things that you’ve read online? It sounds to me like you’ve totally got the hang of Twitter. You’ve nothing to worry about. There’s not much more to figure out. You can post pictures of cats. You can yell at celebrities if you get bored. You can even pretend to be a celebrity yourself. Follow me on Twitter and come say hi @jamesgarside_
If you join Twitter just follow me and say hi. I’m happy to help you with Twitter. If a writer follows me and says “hello I read your thing” (or words to that effect) I’ll pretty much always follow them back. Any sort of readerly, writerly, creative person is welcome so long as they’re reasonably funny or friendly. I draw the line at people who look like they were sent back from the future to kill me but that’s about it. Every writer should be on Twitter. As for Donald Trump? Yeah. Some people should not be allowed on Twitter. Some people shouldn’t even have access to a phone, never […]