Hey there. Here’s some exciting news: a story I wrote after going for a long, beautiful and very difficult walk in the Westfjords of Iceland has made it to the 2018 Costa Book Awards Short Story final. As far as stretching metaphors go, the story of how this story came into existence is long and difficult, too, and at some point I might write about the whys and hows of it all. Suffice to say, like most of my stuff, it’s underpinned by my never ending love of wilderness, with added grief and fury.
The Costas have some impressive writers in their alumni, and I’m stunned to be included in this shortlist. Scrimshaw is much darker than anything I’ve written (publicly) before, and I enjoyed inhabiting that harsh internal landscape very much.
We three shortlistees find out who wins in a couple of weeks at a proper showbiz bash.
In other news: The Best British Short Stories 2017 is now published, available everywhere, and I’m absolutely thrilled to be part of this anthology. Thanks to Nicholas Royle and Salt Publishing for including my story. Could not be more amazed.
I tweet, sometimes. I’m @WellstoodSophie
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.
Here are links to some of my stuff. I write for children, adults, lapsed adults and those who neither know nor care.