"A stand-out piece was His Master’s Voice. Who’d have thought I’d empathize with a robot dog? Author Jennifer Rowe is a real talent in sci-fi writing." Amazon Review ‘The Girls That Got Away, Get Away’ This is another pleasingly unsettling piece that as soon as I had finished reading, I went straight back to the beginning to re-read it. I loved that someone in the story was described as ‘The heron-grey matriarch’ and thought the ending of the flash was perfect.' Diane Simmons, Online FlashFicFest, judge's comments, Jan '24 |
Fiction Coming soon: The Map of Lost Places Anthol. (Apex Book Company. ed Sheree Renee Thomas & Lesley Conner) 2024 Placed or Published The Girls that Got Away, Get Away Flash Fiction Festival Contest, Jan '24 (runner-up) Coffee, with Milk - A Quest Flash Fiction Festival Anthology, vol 6 (available to buy, HERE) The Santas - Deconstructed by WritersHQ 2023 The Yew's Embrace - RetreatWest, Advent Comp 2022 You Can't Always Get The Stains Out - Fly on the Wall Press 2022 - available to buy HERE Seeing - Sussex Wildlife Trust 60th Anniversary Flash Fiction Comp 2021 READ HERE (p13) His Master's Voice - Henshaw Press Short Story Comp (2nd place) - (Pub. Henshaw Two, June 2017) BUY HERE Shortlists The Santas & The Yew's Embrace - Retreat West Advent Comp 2022 Momma Words with Jam First Page Competition 2017 Longlists Not Yet Beneath The Elms, My Love, Not Yet: ReflexFiction Winter 2022 It Started with Lemons: Writers HQ Flash Quarterly Spring 2020 Mind the Gap: TSS Flash Fiction Quarterly Spring 2019 Honorary Mentions The Yew's Embrace - Weird Xmas Contest 2021 Panorama - Honorable Mention - NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Competition 2020 In 2018, I wrote my show Tiptree: No One Else's Damn Secret But My Own about sci-fi writer James Tiptree Jr (see separate page for details). I teach writing workshops: using techniques I've learnt from improvised theatre. See Classes page for more info. |
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NEWS
We all know 2020 was tough, so no need for me to go on about it. What it DID offer was a bit of breathing space for me to get my head down and write. No, I didn't dash-off a novel, but I did discover a rather wonderful competition called NYC Midnight. This gem of a comp sends you three specific prompts and then gives you 48hrs to write a 1,000 word max flash fiction. It's quite a task: not only to get your story down to under the 1K, but also to make it good enough to get through to THE NEXT ROUND. Thank the gods of fiction that I happen to have a sub-editor husband with a great eye for detail and the patience of a saint, that's all I can say. Now, while I didn't make the top 10 (out of an original 4,100 contestants), I did make the top 15 with an 'Honorable Mention', which I'm pretty pleased with for a first attempt. More importantly, I came away with four stories that I'm proud of and, while they're not quite ready to face a publisher yet, they're certainly not far off. I'm about to start the NYC 100 word competition right now. In fact, this long-awaited website update is this afternoon's procrastination. Here goes... You can find out my about NYC midnight HERE |
Excerpt From 'Tiptree':
"I threw myself into the work. I'd always resented sleep but now it got in the way even more, so I took speed, Dexedrine, amphetamines, like I'd been given in the Pentagon. I loved it. Suddenly I had whole swathes of extra time in which to work. Of course, I realise now that it has its... drawbacks, I mean a person can only go go go for so long before they have to go go go off again. And for me, that was kind of my life anyway, so it made the jumps between a lot bigger and the dips a lot more miserable. [BEAT] Still, I got a lot done! [GESTURES AT HALF-PACKED BOXES] And all the while, as I approached the last months of my thesis, the stories started dripping in. Drip drip, a little here, a little there. I'd scribble down ideas and put them to one side – I had work to do - but they still sat there under my skin. Waiting." |
