“Short fiction writers, of all genres, for any number of reasons, surely must universally dread the question: What are your stories about?The smart thing to do (a path one sadly rarely chooses, amiright?) would be to not overthink the business and toss off a quick, “I tend to write crime fiction” (or “historical” or “westerns”—or even “historical crime westerns with hot time-traveling feminist werewolves”*). But such limited answers feel so ungenuine, so inadequate, so lacking the scope of what you write, right?”
*Sadly, there is no story like this in the works, but you can read my personal essay “The Moment Expectations Change” in its entirety over at the Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine blog, where I reminisce (drinks with writer pals in a Portlandian bordello bar! barstool fiddlefaddle and coffee shop philosophizing!) and talk about the joy of seeing short fiction translate to the screen. This one’s in celebration of my sweet petty criminal story “Killer Biznez.”
The tail end of 2018 wriggled away from me like a tail off one of countless chameleons my sister and I spent hours chasing through our sweaty Austin childhood. I finally got a moment to listen to the Asimov’s magazine October podcast double issue, which opens with a sweet short piece by William Ledbetter, then (at precisely 8 minutes in) has my listicle story “Because Reasons” — as read by me. Relatively Texas-twang free!
…your spectacles green your cat black your bug gold your Death red…
The NonBinary Review is a pretty fascinating venture, a kind of meta approach to the intersection of literature and culture. Issue 12 is dedicated to the works of Edgar Allan Poe, including my oddball little Poe Easter-egg explosion “From Horn to Horn.”
There’s an exquisite pleasure in communing with bees. That’s how I think of gardening as I watch the slow bumble of a black and yellow fuzzpot in his swollen pollen jodhpurs amble in and out of crimson-petaled cups I planted for exactly this…
Go read my interstitial sudden fictions sequence “The Life of an Artifact in Duodecadal Glances” over at Map Literary. This piece is the full version of the segment which was part of my mini-collection We Beautiful Terrible Beasts, a finalist for the Rachel Wetzsteon Chapbook Prize.
story link: http://www.mapliterary.org/alexandra-renwick-the-life-of-an-artifact-in-duodecadal-glances.html
My poem “Little Red Roofs” is up today in Understorey Magazine, Issue #9. Happy to say they totally nailed it with this gorgeous accompanying photo of Deanne Fitzpatrick‘s brilliant artisan textile. Of course I totally, totally want one, because of, you know, the little red roofs.
What has brought on
my predilection for houses
with little red roofs?
I never lived in one
—not to my knowledge—
but out in the world
continually reach for even
hokey nicknacks of the image:
vintage plaster souvenirs from
Amsterdam or Aruba,
country carvings of Amish barns
and tiny bisque pagodas
marked Occupied Japan.
Just got a note from gorgeous Mslexia that they intend to include in their December issue a one-sentence snip from a current work in progress, a little something I’m calling Notes from the Castle. If I had to title this as a stand-alone piece, I suppose it would be called “My Neighbour the Priest.”
Unlike many of my writings, this actually happened in Real Life. Look for it in December in the Life Sentence section of Mslexia.
Delighted to discover my chapbook of short works, We Beautiful Terrible Beasts, has been selected as a finalist for Map Literary’s Rachel Wetzsteon Chapbook Award. Expressing my heartfelt appreciation for this gorgeous magazine, this beautiful tribute, and this big honor.