“Come work in the call centre with me,” says the Indian boy. “Saying that because you’re drunk,” I tell him. “Not at all.” He chugs his beer. “Why does a broke boy come to India?” “Have you ever been to Brandon, Manitoba? Ever experienced being the worst student in Brandon, Manitoba?” […]
Random Post
I’m definitely not going to talk about my existence in the current weird world, because I have nothing to add and nothing funny or interesting seems to happen. I got nothing. I do have stuff to write though. As always, appreciate those of you who read. I have some stuff written that I’ll eventually post […]
CBC Short Story Contest Results
Well, not great news. I didn’t make the shortlist. Five people out of thirty-two did, and I congratulate them heartily. It isn’t easy getting this far. I figure that only 1% of the entrants got long listed, so that’s something. And this is the second time I’ve been long listed in a row. And once […]
Journey’s End
Some of you will know exactly what I mean by this, but when you set out to write and push an idea, you have no idea what you’re really doing. You just put words on a page and stuff comes out. The first draft is so trash. The second draft is make or break, either […]
CBC Short Story Prize Longlist!
Hi all, really privileged to have made the short story prize longlist for the CBC contest. Just released today: 32 people have been shortlisted out of about 2,400 submissions. This is actually the second year straight I’ve been longlisted in this contest! If you’re up for it, have a look here and you can see […]
Wife to Nut
Mary is fifty pounds overweight. The building she works in is forty-seven storeys tall, but she only sees the lobby. She has calculated how many people work in a forty-seven storey building. It must be hundreds, but she never sees any of them, because her time behind the security guard desk is a night […]
Plenty, or How to Drown in Style
Plenty: A Story in Pictures Plenty: A Story in Words Smiling, faking, fast, that’s his face. That’s the last I’ll see of it. A mouth opens and shooting stars come out. “Here she comes,” whispers grandfather. It’s a wave. […]