The cardboard envelope I keep my postcards in is almost rupturing since my friends started collecting postcards to give me. This one, advertising a photographic initiative from National Archive, was in a bundle given to me by Nicole.
The black and white has been rendered into sepia by the night lighting of my kitchen table, but I don’t mind it. Words are from the Time Traveler’s Wife baggie.
It’s my first year involved with the SpecFic Downunder SnapShot and I have to thank Sean Wright for yet again investing in my writing career. In the interview I talk about new collaborative projects, the erratic nature of poetry, bending narratives, what Australian spec-fic I’ve read recently and loved, what it would take to get to the bottom of my to read pile and drop the news on a flash fiction collection.