Quite a long time ago I wrote a story about a girl called Krystal. Well, actually, it wasn’t so much a story as a series of facts about her life, and the lives of the people she knows. Sounds fairly obnoxious when put like that. Fortunately, I’m not really one for overt literary experimentation, except when self-doubt is especially clutching, in which case, like anyone else, I can become seized by the belief that what the world needs is an English David Foster Wallace, so please be generous with your understanding.
Anyway, the story, called ‘The Combine’, has been published by Burnt Bridge in their annual Gridiron issue (yes, the story deals tangentially with American Football, as well as facial symmetry and anal fissures, so I wasn’t even trying to be an English DFW with this one). You can buy the print edition here or the kindle edition here.
I travelled to the Shetlands recently, with the intention of knuckling down to work on my novel, but unfortunately the place was so beautiful, I got very little done. With that in mind, I should probably knuckle down now.