Daily Journal Prompt #223 August 17, 2012Posted by Patricia Ann McNair in Blog posts, Daily Journal Prompts, Things and Stuff.
Tags: Daily Journal, Father Daughter, Pablo Picasso, Paloma, Writing Prompts
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Since we’ve started this conversation… March 29, 2011Posted by Patricia Ann McNair in Blog posts, Conversations, Things and Stuff.
Tags: Dennis McFadden, Gerard Woodward, Gina Frangello, Hart's Grove, Pablo Picasso, The Family Whistle, The Temple of Air, Vanessa Gebbie
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Our short story conversationalists have had a few rather lovely things happen in their writing lives since we started chatting about writing. Dennis McFadden, up next with his response to the question “Is the short story a training ground for the novel?” has had “Diamond Alley,” one of his stories from Hart’s Grove, chosen for inclusion in The Best American Mystery Stories of 2011; Gerard Woodward’s short story, “The Family Whistle,” has moved from the long list to the short list for the very lucrative Sunday Times EFG Private Bank Short Story Award 2011 (site has a cool little video with judges comments on what makes a short story great); Gina Frangello‘s collection Slut Lullabies has been named a finalist in ForeWords Book of the Year Awards; Vanessa Gebbie’s collection Words from a Glass Bubble was selected by Booktrust as one of “Ten Collections to Celebrate the Strength of British Short Story Writers;” and me? Well, no big prizes or short lists (if I say “yet” here will that screw with my karma?) but the first offering of The Temple of Air, the Story Week Limited Release, sold out before the end of the festival and I have been signing books for friends and new readers alike–a very humbling and exciting experience.
So these writers who are giving so generously of their time to fill the pages of this blog with their thoughts on the short story are the real deal, folks. I hope you enjoy what they have to say on the subject. And do feel free to join in on the conversation. Maybe their magic will rub off on you just a little. Or maybe yours will rub off on them (us.)
Reading, by the way, exhausts him.