Hey there. Here’s my blog.
I’ve divided it up into four sections: rants and raves, stories, poems, and younger. It’s aimed at adults, but the link ‘younger’ is where I’ve put stuff for people who aren’t yet adults, or who may technically be adults but have lapsed, or can’t be bothered, or who neither know nor care.
Most of my work isn’t on here. My novels are tucked away on Scrivener, and most of my stories and poetry are in a Word folder labelled ‘hopelessly optimistic’. Consider this blog an amuse-bouche, a sniff and a swirl and a spit, a tester bottle on the shelf of sentences.
But if you’ve happened to stop by and have enjoyed anything – yay. Feel free to let me or other people know.
I tweet, sometimes. If you like that sort of thing, I’m @WellstoodSophie
And I Instagram, too. I LOVE Instagram. Instagram
And here’s my home-made Website, fresh out of the oven, cooling on a rack by the window.
And here’s a blog I did 10 years ago which someone recently unearthed from some cobwebby corner of the internet. I was practising teeny tiny stories and was obsessed with weather forecasts. The Weather Forecast.
January 2017: Triskele Books interview
So we shrug off the sad, bewildering and frightening year that for some (not me) was 2016 and turn our weary yet hopeful gaze to the open road ahead. What dreams of loveliness are foreshadowed? What promise doth the wind carry upon her soft spring breath? Perhaps this will be the year the council fix the potholes; perhaps people will learn to clean up after their dogs. Whatever.
But perhaps it’s the year my novel The Sky is a Blue Bowl becomes a Thing. I do hope so.
Here’s an interview I did with Triskele Books, the wonderful folk who started all this.
November 2016: Manchester Fiction Prize
A while ago I entered one of my short stories, The First Hard Rain, into this international writing competition. Initially created by Carol Ann Duffy, the prize for the winners of each of the two categories – short stories and poetry – is £10,000. That’s an extraordinary amount of money. The prize attracts a huge number of entries and understandably the judging process is rigorous. However, for reasons best known to themselves, the judges have put my story on the shortlist of six, and I’m almost Done In. If I was conflicted about the nature and purpose of competitions, and the psychology of winning before, I am now in full spin-dry, full scrambled-egg, full mashed-potato mode. Unreal.
Results on the 25th Nov. So chuffed. So nervous. So – strange.
October 2016 – doesn’t time fly?
A lovely, lovely thing has happened. Earlier this year I entered my novel into a competition run by the great folk at Triskele Books, an indie authors collective – and this week the announcement came that I’d won. This is just the best news.
The incredibly generous and exciting prize is a year’s worth of mentoring from the team at Triskele – full edits, publicity, media stuff etc – and then publication.
It’s wonderful, wonderful news. It means I can get this first novel out into the world and focus on finishing the current one – my Iceland one. The one with bones and wild beaches and a young woman who has visions. The one with a predatory half-brother, a celebrity restauranteur and anti-whaling activists. The one where a woman must choose between saving the son she hates, or the daughter she always wanted.
For now, watch this space. Or rather, don’t, because wordpress has changed its formatting and I hate it.
The Sky is a Blue Bowl – publication 2017.
Update: I have a poem being published in an anthology, due in April 2013.
Update: June 18th 2013
More good news. One of my short stories, Say Good Morning to the Stars, has just been accepted for inclusion in an anthology for Shelter. Edited by Debi Alper and Sally Swingewood, publication date to be confirmed.
Updated 30th July 2013
Bugger me, we have a book! An enormous amount of work has gone into creating a superb anthology and I am hugely proud to be a part of such a great publication.
Stories for Homes is now available from Amazon. All profits go to Shelter.
Here’s a clip of me looking mad and reading at the Ivy House launch.