I am excited enough that that evil Pointer Sisters song is gonna get stuck in my head as an earworm. My first ever published short story is so fresh off the digital, non-existent printing press that its digital non-existent ink is still wet. My story Colour Wheel appears in the latest Spring 2014 issue, #7, of Tincture Journal. Tincture is an e-reader-only publication, featuring delectables of the essay, fiction and poetry variety. (And writing it did not, as I predicted, drive me into a blue-walled padded room).
This is the second piece I've had published in Tincture. The first was in its inaugural issue, an essay loosely about science and ... well, the inability to dance, I guess.
Colour Wheel is described by Tincture's editor, Daniel Young, as either dystopia or utopia, most likely the latter. Which is just how I like my stories to end - with the next beginning in sight, phoenixes rising from the congealed poo of ground-down societies, and easy on the Hollywood violins.
I had fun writing that story. It is a fictionalised, stylised feel of what I would like to see humans become in the next step in our evolutionary future. The story is about a woman who finds herself living amongst a group of people in Melbourne's Federation Square after the Shutdown. The planes have stopped, and so has the internet, and society has collapsed. But then after that come the Colours ...
Chuffed I am, because fiction comes harder to me than nonfiction. Chuffed like Puffing Billy, tooting his way round the mountain.
If you want a copy for your good self, 8 Aussie bucks will get you your very own. You can buy it from Tincture's site, Tomely, Kobo or Amazon.