Fortnightly update 40: 21.06.2021 to 04.07.2021

In this blog series, I share my fortnight-to-fortnight triumphs (and failures) as a writer. Despite all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Short fiction

I’m currently submitting short fiction, mostly flash fiction and short stories, to online magazines and such for publication. I snagged a nice acceptance this fortnight, my second with AntipodeanSF, and I took some old stories out of the bottom drawer in the hopes of breathing new life into them. It’s going… okay so far. I swear the rejection I got from one of those (a few months ago now) gave me PTSD.

Here at this fortnight’s stats:

Submissions: 2
Pending: 5
Rejections: 1
Acceptances: 1

In other news, my prize-winning story “Goblins” is now available on The Arcanist’s podcast and also on their website. It’s free to listen to or read!

Frontier Media

I write scripts for Frontier Media, a media production company specialising in YouTube. Our two largest channels are The Front and Geetsly’s, and while I’ve written a little for Geetsly’s in the past, I mostly write for The Front and our new, smaller channel The Braved. Since our one video exploded last fortnight, The Braved has been travelling incredibly well. Three videos for which I wrote the scripts were published this fortnight. Here are my total stats:

Videos for The Front: 94
Videos for The Braved: 23


I write 280-character stories and poems using various writing prompt hashtags, mostly #vss365, on Twitter. I wrote eight this fortnight, mostly haiku. I’m having all too much fun with haiku, and I plan on keep writing them. They’re a great reason to go outside.


a fly
in the shade of a nostril
summer sun


raindrops on a leaf tip
hold… hold…


The beggar gasped when the man with the ouroboros tattoo dropped a gold piece into his hat. More, he knew the man’s face. But from where? If his father wasn’t dead, it might have been him. The man winked. “Just be sure you do the same when you’re in my shoes, kid.”


He thought what he was seeing was the shadow of a cloud passing over the waves. But the sky was empty, and when he looked again, the vast circular bulk shot out to sea, merging with its darker bands and leaving the echo of a name in his skull. An awful, beautiful name.

no prompt words

secateurs click
through the neck
of a rose

my heart
when the magpie flies
in spring

can’t tell
the chimney smoke
from the sky

a rainy day
is night
under the peppermint tree


All in all, it was a pretty steady fortnight. I ended it with something different, though. On the second Saturday, I went to my grandparents house and started working with my grandad to edit/write his autobiography. It’s gonna be a fairly short, concise tale in the end, but it’s nice to get to know him in that way. More updates on that, and everything else, soon!

For now, thanks for reading <3