Hello! I’m not very well at the moment and unable to sit at the desk too long (dry your eyes my little slices of pepperoni).
In the meantime here’s a puppet/animation film called Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared to inspire you to great heights of creativity, and it comes with a scary bit at the end so everyone’s a winner.
Merry yuletide. I appear to have woken up in a Victorian novel judging by the creeping fog outside which always makes me jolly.
Here is a list from writer’s site Litreactor that should satisfy all you festive weirdos out there, have a read.
P.S. If I were to add my own seasonal jollies I’d include The League of Gentlemen Christmas special (the final scene alone is worth it).
Well hello there, never thought I’d see you again. Are you still doing those paintings? Yes, I’ve met someone much better than you. Oh, who am I kidding, come back to me! The nights are so lonely…
Anyway…I’ve had a short story published in issue 10 of Polluto Magazine, which describes itself thusly:
“Polluto is the award-winning literary magazine from Dog Horn Publishing. Since 2008 we have been scouring the dark, twisted and just plain weird corners of the world for the kind of writing that we love.”
Can’t say fairer than that eh, and as it’s a lovely foggy day in England (hopefully it is everywhere, but somehow the law of averages says I’m wrong) I suggest you pop over here to have a look. My story is the one about a ‘human life claimed for art.’