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Fiction Friday – Garage Sale

FICTION FRIDAY

Garage Sale
It started with a cardboard box like the ones picked up from a storage facility for two bucks fifty a pop. He had heard his parents talking about a garage sale, to make a spot of extra cash, help pay the bills. He thought he should help. From the kitchen junk drawer, he pulled a roll of black cloth tape, and gaffed the bottom of the box to seal it. The first three things he put into the box were a Pokémon card from above his bed, the magpie feather on his desk and his favourite pair of footy socks.
I wish that the boy, back then, would know the weight of the box. Or maybe it’s best the boy didn’t know. He will know, one day in his future. I want to warn the boy that throughout his life, the box will carry items of importance, objects of obsolescence, trinkets and treasures. And I would tell the boy to add another layer of gaff to the bottom seal and the sides because the weight of expectation is a burden too big to carry.

2024 Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize

WestWords has released the winning entries for the Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize for the good people to read.

I have won this prize three years in a row. Time to retire from entering and focus on my novel(s).


You’ll find my story, Parallel Lines, included. There is a reference to Daryl Braithwaite’s “Horses” sung FOUR times at a wedding (this truly happened once at a gig I played).
You’ll find all the winners and highly commended entries from all age groups to read.
https://www.westwords.com.au/project/blacktown-2024-mayoral-creative-writing-prize-to-the-point/

Crowd Surfing/Circles on Circles

I wanted to go behind the scenes to my award-winning short story, Crowd Surfing (First Place in the 2024 Stringybark Short Story Award), particularly the music that I was listening to in the editing phase.

Crowd Surfing is about the search for healing in the middle of grief. A mother has lost her son to suicide, and after finding a ticket for a punk rock show in his room, goes along to the show to search for understanding about who he was, what the music meant to him, and what he meant to her and other people.

The inspiration behind the story came from a brief article I read about a mum crowd surfing at a gig. I introduced the suicide of her son as the conflict of the narrative. I love my heavy music and have been in a few mosh pits back in the day (these days I will happily take a seat if it’s offered). The catharsis I find in heavy music was the emotional core of the story and its purpose, and each draft was an excavation to achieve that goal.

In contrast to the heaviness and weight of emotions in the story, it was a quiet, melancholic and meditative song that was the soundtrack while I was editing. Circles on Circles by post-rock band Caspian was the song I had on repeat when working on this story. It was the concept of circles, of circular motion, of the cycles of grief that helped frame the narrative. My story was not influenced by the lyrics of the song but the tone and mood certainly did.

To build the narrative, I needed to get the mother in her place of grief to the venue. I imagined what it would be like to have to do the final load of washing of your child, to put it out on the clothesline, bring it in when it is dry, fold it and then put it away. It allowed me to focus on a mundane moment and endow it with a heaviness and an emotional weight, and then to build into the narrative the character of her son, Jeremy. I named him “Jeremy” after the Pearl Jam song.

When she enters his bedroom, she is confronted with all of the items that she identifies with her son: music, CDs, instruments, his laptop where he records his podcasts. This leads her to seeing a ticket for a local punk show and her decision to attend, to try and make sense of why this angry music was engaging for her son. As he says to her,

“I play angry music for happy people,” he said when she asked why he enjoyed it. She nodded like she understood in the same way she nods when people ask her how she’s doing, except she wants to scream, “If he was happy, why did he take his life?”

I noted to myself earlier this week when I was finishing a draft for a story, that it’s not until about the 4th or 5th draft of a short story, when I have really excavated its bones and begun putting on its flesh, that I can see the depth of purpose in the story and find ways to make that clear in every sentence.

Hence, it was the mundane act of washing that provided a motif for the story: the circular chaos of a washing machine in parallel to the frenetic actions of a mosh pit and the maelstrom that is grief. It appears in the narrative in different ways but was a constant thread throughout for a cohesive connection between mother and son, and between mother and her son’s music, and her own grief and sorrow. She sees it in the actions of the crowd as they make a circle pit with those on the inside, arms and legs tumbling like socks and undies in the washing machine, and those on the edge and perimeter, waiting and wanting to be drawn in, even if something is holding them back.

With Jeremy as a known entity in the scene, it is discovered that his mum is in the audience, and the band brings her up on stage, acknowledges her loss, and their loss, but want to show her what Jeremy meant to them, too. Again, Circles on Circles was the soundtrack in my ears when I was working on this last section of the story as a vehicle for helping me focus on the emotional core of when she is taken to the edge of the stage, the edge of her own grief and sorrow, to lean back and be carried by the hands of the crowd. When she is safely returned to terra firma, the crowd embraces her in community, closing the circle and providing the beginning of her healing.

Crowd Surfing is available from the Stringybark website or a digital version is available on Smashwords.

Publication News – The School Magazine October 2024

A little earlier this year I announced that my short story, A Shoebox of Changes, had been sold to The School Magazine.

This week my contributor copies arrived, and I was eager to see the story in print, and who the illustrator was. Alen Timofeyev has produced these beautiful and whimisical characters to support the story.

The New South Wales Department of Education releases 10 issues a year to public school students, catering for all reading levels through different titles aimed at stages.

A Shoebox of Changes is the story of Alannah and her best friend Diya, who find out they won’t be attending the same high school in the new year. The extended metaphor running through the story is the shoebox of silkworms Alannah is taking care of, from their hatching through to their growth, spinning silk coccoons and their metamorphosis into moths, as representative of the changes we go through in life.

There is a scope and sequence HERE.

Lesson Sequence for Figurative Language HERE.

Lesson Sequence for Extended Metaphor HERE.

Thanks to my friend, Benjamin Dodds for sending me photos of my work in the wilds of the primary school staffroom
This is my favourite image from the story.
Illustrated by Alen Timofeyev

Hit and Misses

Last week I had the great success of a creative writing WIN!

I won First Place in the Stringybark Short Story Award 2024.

Crowd Surfing is about the search for healing in the middle of grief. A mother has lost her son to suicide, and after finding a ticket for a punk rock show in his room, goes along to the show to search for understanding about who he was, what the music meant to him, and what he meant to her and other people.

I knew I had been shortlisted for the anothology, which of itself, is a WIN. To win a place was quite the surprise.

Today I received a lovely email from David, who passed on a message from the second place winner, Rob, who had this to say about my story.

Before getting down to business I will say cheekily, any disappointment I may have felt (hypothetically) being beaten for First Prize (such arrogance) disappeared in an instant upon reading “Crowd Surfing”.
Adam Byatt generated a surprisingly strong emotional response.  My heartfelt congratulations to him.

I haven’t had a chance to read Rob’s story yet, but it will be on the agenda for the weekend.

And then the misses arrived.

The very next day, Tuesday, I had a rejection for a story. Followed by another rejection on the Friday.

But that’s how it is.

Time to refine. Rewrite. Resubmit.

Crowd Surfing is available from the Stringybark website.

You can pre-order print copies, or if you’d like a digital version, head to Smashwords and you can get 25% off the price using the code: PJ97B. It is valid for as many uses as you wish but please note it expires on 15 August 2024.

New Story – The Overripe Plum

It is always lovely to announce when a new story is live for you to read.

My new story, The Overripe Plum, is about a son at his father’s funeral and explores the chasm of masculinity between them (in under 1000 words).

I encourage you to subscribe to Flash Fiction Magazine for stories that are posted daily, or are sent to you via email once a week.

Here’s a preview:

You can read the rest of the story HERE.

Word for the Year 2024

Here at The Drum and Page, the new year begins with a new word to help give the upcoming months purpose and direction.
This year I’ve gone with a phrase: labore et constantia (labour and tenacity).
It’s all I have as a creative as the projects I have in mind will require a tenacious mindset and consistent application of work.

Advent – A Waiting

Advent
A waiting…
an anticipation…
about hope, of hope, and for hope
for our success, our health, our dreams and visions
a pregnant waiting and pause
believing for the fulfilment
to hold that one thing in our arms.
In the meantime,
send the text
ask the question(s)
pick up their groceries
mow their lawn
fold their laundry
make them cups of tea
and the time of hopeful waiting
will be shared, encouraged, unburdened
because you have loved your neighbour
as yourself.

(frangipani flower photo taken in my garden)

Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize Win

*GOOD NEWS KLAXON*
I attended the Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize ceremony last night and came away with the chocolates (an Antipodean way of saying I won) for short story in the adult category (that’s two years in a row).
I was humbled by the win but more so I was very chuffed for the judges’ comments.
I bumped into fellow WestWords Academian, Jasmyne, who won for poetry in the adult category, and we posed like we were at a primary school assembly with our certificates. This came about because last year at the WestWords Living Stories ceremony, there were a few of us from the Academy who had picked up prizes, so we stood like primary school students and had a good laugh.
In the photo I am wearing my new t-shirt from Solkyri (this is my aim as a writer: to wear my fave band t-shirt/merch in photo ops and spread the good word).

In the words of Australian writer, Nigel Featherstone, I have 24 hours to celebrate the success, then it’s back to work. And there is work to be done.

A Christmas Wishlist

Random list poem inspired by something I saw about all of us being the same.