"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 |
WritingFiction Placed 'His Master's Voice' - Henshaw Press Short Story Comp (2nd place) - (Pub. Henshaw Two, June 2017) BUY HERE Shortlists 'Momma' Words with Jam First Page Competition 2017 Longlists 'It Started with Lemons': Writers HQ Flash Quarterly Spring 2020 'Mind the Gap': TSS Flash Fiction Quarterly Spring 2019 In 2018, I wrote my show about sci-fi writer James Tiptree Jr (see separate page for details). |
Excerpts
From 'Tiptree':
[As she talks, she gets faster and faster, and more frenetic and manic]
[To chair SR, but don’t sit]
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.
Still, I got a lot done! [points to 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 under my skin. Waiting.
[As she talks, she gets faster and faster, and more frenetic and manic]
[To chair SR, but don’t sit]
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.
Still, I got a lot done! [points to 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 under my skin. Waiting.
