100 Pitch Prompts: MT24
1. What do you think about when you brush your teeth? 2. What do you see when you look out of your bedroom window? 3. Write something you’d be embarrassed for your parents to read. 4. Write something your parents ought to read. 5. Write something that you can only write anonymously. 6. Write about
Unsettling the dust
My first post-university summer has been subdued. If I imagine my footprints drawn on a large map, they would be mostly concentrated in an inky blot. Uninspiring though they may seem, my small pilgrimages to coffee shops and friends’ houses have left room for new observations. For ex
ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: Lillian Tagg
‘Untitled’ Pointillism illustration, 6″x6″ This piece is a study of traditions of female connection in folklore. I’m interested in rituals which centre the female experience (without essentialising physical traits) in the earth and nature. This im
In Conversation with Charles Huettner, Co-Creator of MAX’s Scavengers Reign
I met with Charles Huettner, co-creator of the MAX twelve-episode series, Scavengers Reign which follows four crew members who are left to survive on a wild alien world. Light-years away from earth, their sole hope of salvation lies in their crashed ship The Demeter. The series explores how our grea
Heaven knows I’m miserable now
You have a nagging suspicion that you are a lazy, unmotivated woman who fancies herself a writer, but is too mauled by indecision to ever put pen to paper. Writing this down now, I realise the judgement is so harsh I wouldn’t even want to speak it aloud; I wouldn’t like to hear [&h
Window Seat: no lizards, just heart
In my first year living in Edinburgh, essentially a naive little tourist, I was handed a flyer to see a free show named Lizard Boy. The people pleaser in me could not say no. I walked myself to the small venue off the high street and sat on my own in the back. How […]
ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: ‘Birthday Party 80’
Oil on board, 40 x 23.5cm My Mum, several years after the apocalyptic Flixborough Disaster, throws a birthday party. I treat the family photo album with a Northern sense of humour and folkloric outlook. The beauty of local legend emerges between the industrial fallout and historically preserv
BEFORE THE CLOCK STRIKES TWENTY
o ambition! o hand of fate! here’s a deal: my girlhood for the rest of my life. pat me on the head, lead me into the woods, then either shoot me or shake my hand. i’ve made it this far––i’ve tricked you this far–– i’ve sat and stayed and obeyed this far–– i’ve not asked [&hel
Quit whilst you’re ahead (and you still can)…
“Where do you plan on doing that then!’’ was my parents’ first response when I announced my plan to become a waiter. Unlike some of my friends – who had carefully rationed themselves two bagels per day, each with a slice of pre-cut Tesco’s cheese – my ninth week had become a financ