|Where I've won:||Where I've been shortlisted:|
|Granta's One Sentence Story Competition|
The Kenyon Review's Short Fiction Contest
Literary Death Match
|BBC's International Radio Playwriting Competition|
The Paris Review's Flash Fiction Competition
|Where I've been performed:||Where I've been published:|
Liars' League: London
Liars' League: Hong Kong
Liars' League: New York
The Letters Page (pdf)
My play, REX, has been published and produced several times in the US.
I am currently pursing a Master's Degree in Creative Writing at the University of Oxford, while living with my husband in Stockholm, Sweden.
The Tunisian sky at night was the deepest black he had ever seen—the stars pulsed like living things, and he wanted to run his fingers through them.
The three-years-running champion of the Hemingway look-alike contest moves like a broken-nosed boxer, big and graceful in his size-thirteen penny-loafers.
"We keep the bodies back in the deep freeze till they're good and crunchy," he said. "Then, when the family comes for the viewing, we pull 'em out and let 'em defrost a little. Then there's no smell but that dry, deep-freeze kind of smell."
Leo’s grandmother was half mad and a quarter Navajo and she made a damn fine tequila that was so clear and smooth it drank like water—and could take your legs out from under you in—pretty much—nothing flat.
It was the summer of hats, large brimmed cowboy hats; the kind my grandfather always said made you look like a thumbtack.
It was because my mother was the only white woman in a church of three hundred Mexican Catholics. And it was because no one was talking to us, even though everyone, except for the dead man and the youngest children, could speak English.
If you consider that there are 365 days a year and that I may live for another fifty to sixty years, my lifetime value to this particular informant will be somewhere between $18,250,000 to $21,900,000, and that’s not adjusted for inflation.
It is the uniquely human capacity to create complex culture that has allowed us to become the most dominant and wide ranging animal on the planet.
A band, made up of eight young Swedes playing steel drums, had set up just outside the bookshop where I work. I didn’t step out of the shop to watch them until, almost without realizing it, I was singing along.
We were discussing the character of teenage girl in a fantasy novel. “I like that the girl is not what you expect,” said one writer, “You expect girls to be sweet and innocent, but she’s strong and takes action,” he said. Huh, I thought. Do we expect girls to...
A writer and I were on the sunny plaza outside the Nobel Museum in central Stockholm and she was telling me about an erotic parody project she’d collaborated on. The project was called Fifty Shelves of Grey and involved a dozen or so British authors doing erotic rewrites of...
Four of us writers were critiquing each other’s novellas which all happened to have female protagonists. Three of the protagonists were victims of sexual assault, which then caused these characters to suddenly and completely change. One of those protagonists became mentally unbalanced and faded away, another was rescued by...
Fifteen of us were watching Colin Farrell talking fast and sweet at a woman who communicated almost entirely by lowering her head, raising her eyes, and simpering. This was a few months ago and I was in a playwriting seminar with a well-known playwright that I had never heard...
I’ve been thinking a lot about Irene Adler, you know, “the woman” from Sherlock Holmes. You see, I’ve been looking for good bad women in short stories. Murderers, criminals, drug dealers and scoundrels of all types. I’m on a quest, really, for the kinds of women that take active...
Anyone can win it. Especially me.
I’ve been searching for one word to describe the texture of light that comes through antique windows.
I travel for work. Actually, my husband travels for work and sometimes I go with him — one of the main reasons we got married was because we like spending time together. The other reasons are more complicated and require the kinds compromises that are rarely rewarded with air-miles.
Welcome to Stockholm Writers' Workshop!
SWW is a drop-in creative writing workshop for creative writers of English living in Stockholm. Writers of all levels and backgrounds are encouraged to share their work and feedback.