Fat Mo and the men who make stories like this necessary

I had been writing Fat Mo for a while. Quite a lot of it went through the Lancaster MA critique system and became part of my portfolio. But I was never ready to publish it either as a standalone short story or as part of a collection of similar pieces. The time was not right; the collection was too hotch-potch; there was no obvious market. Then Weinstein happened. #MeToo happened. Women were suddenly saying out loud what so very many of us knew to be true – that getting on in the world meant getting on with men and doing … Continue reading Fat Mo and the men who make stories like this necessary

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‘Fete Accomplice’

Some stories are just too British to compete well in the predominately US market and so this one is out as an Indie. ‘Stop it right now, you dizzy tart!’ Marissa Nalletamby is giving herself a telling-off in front of the mirror. ‘He’s married, you’re married, and you barely know him.’ She pokes at her hair with the end of a comb, ‘And did I mention, you barely know him?’ read on?   Continue reading ‘Fete Accomplice’

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