Roz Clarke
Excerpt
She forced herself to wait. Her mind kept stuttering away from the waiting and she'd find herself once again trying to plot and plan. Pointless, she told herself, it's pointless; wait for Constance, just wait. She knew she was in pieces but she tried to imagine those pieces as torn paper, fluttering in the air and then gently falling to rest on the ground. Rest. Wait. Breathe. But... but... A twitch and a twist and the pieces would be dancing in the air again, and her heart would flutter too, a cold paper sparrer blown against the Bakelite white of her ribcage.
From The Boa Constrictor (the novel I wrote for the MA, not something I'll be working for the Write-a-thon)
Bio
I graduated from Clarion West in 2007 and from a Masters in Creative Writing program in 2008. I've made my home in balmy Bristol, Britain's Cycling City, where the ale is organic and the graffiti is good enough to put in a gallery (officially - check this out). I've recently exchanged the endless train ride of consultancy for the threadbare couch of unemployment, but still not gotten my novel finished. Perhaps now I've watched all seven seasons of "The West Wing," it'll happen.
Publications
"Haunt-Type Experience" -- Black Static
Writing Description
I aim for meaningful and elegant but tend to hit emotional and verbose. Genre-wise I'm usually somewhere between SF and dark fairytale; I might say slipstream, if it really meant anything.
Goals
My goal for this year is to do a full pass on my novel, which means editing one chapter (approx. 12,000 words) every 4 days.
I'm flat broke, as I'm chronically unemployed, but I need help, so I'm proposing reverse sponsorship. I will pledge to donate $1 for every person who nudges, kicks, pokes or harangues me to finish a chapter on time, and a further $5 if they read it.
Website
http://zora-db.livejournal.com (Painted Fire)
