I’ve got a new short something in issue uno of Ricochet Magazine, out today. It’s titled ‘Some words I did keep’.
Apart from being honoured to be featured in Ricochet’s first issue, I feel obliged to say a bit about the experience. In my dealings with Ricochet, chiefly chief editor, Emily Tatti, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the professionalism that’s been shown and their scope of ambition. For a start-up with a budget of AUD0.00, the final product certainly looks impressive. It’s for this reason I wish Ricochet 1, and the Ricochets to come, success.
This is also the first time my writing has been featured in a PDF e-zine – something one can either download and view on-screen or print off and hold in their hands. This I like.
I’ll comment on my story (and maybe some of the other pieces once I’ve had a read) in the comments.

Winding down
Things are in flux and blogging is slipping further and further down the priority list.
I feel both restricted and freed by this: I have opinions on a number of issues I want to explore in writing, but at the same time it feels far healthier to avoid thinking about them. Off the top of my head, these include the current political farce, the so-called “death” of literature, poetry & print books & the problem I have with labelling anything that was never living in the literal sense as dead, and I want to elaborate on a comment I made on Wordhome’s blog. I also want to examine style and the conscious versus the unconscious elements that contribute to style, but that’s another blog topic I won’t write.
And I’m tired of meta. Lately, I’ve been wishing I grew up in a meta-less era, where people just spoke about what they did in conversation. I hate tweets about tweeting, blogs about blogging, news shows about news reporting etc. In a report I recently saw, the reporter spoke about how reporters had invaded the privacy of a murder victim’s family, like they weren’t a part. Oh, brave new metaworld. (He says, in a blog post about blogging less.)
But, as stated above, it seems wiser to ignore it all and just do what I’m doing. I’m still writing. I started writing for the blog to write, to forge something of a style and to experiment with fiction. I’ll write until it’s not fun anymore.
I’m also a lot more picky with what I spend my time reading. I don’t know how I judge what is “worth” my time, but it’s happening.
Who knows – rather than winding down, I might be invigorated.