@jaimegill.bsky.social
Brit writer in Cambodia. I work, write, read, run, box, sometimes socialise. www.jaimegill.com & jaimegill.substack.com
Published in Missouri Review, The Forge, Fractured, Trampset & more
Bridport & Luminaire Prose Award winner, 3 times Puschart nominee
@jaimegill.bsky.socialNew newsletter featuring two new stories featuring big beasts. The Wild Ones is a nostalgic hopeful story that won the Colombia Journal Prose Prize and the other is a dinosaur story with interview and audio version with the amazing @foofarawpress.bsky.social
@jaimegill.bsky.socialI can finally reveal that a flash I am very fond of - a tender queer love story set in the liminal world of airport transit zones - won Santa Clara Review’s “Flash In Bloom” contest. Won’t be out til next year sadly. But look at the pretty picture!
@jaimegill.bsky.socialMy last dive into @fictivedream.bsky.social through @smokelong.bsky.social #archivechallenge - 2020 this time - and it’s another gorgeous thing but deliciously askew. More stories should be about conversations with weather. And I’m gnashing with envy at that title
@jaimegill.bsky.socialBTW my intro was meant to be mock self-congratulatory but just sounded self-congratulatory. Also I LOVE all those Vs when put to work in a high impact story. @alisonwassell.bsky.social’s story is full of glorious voice and razor sharp verbs. I’m just less keen when stories run on those 3 Vs alone.
@jaimegill.bsky.socialOh I couldn’t find you on BlueSky! I’m SO HAPPY you saw this. I really did love it so much. Do you have a website by any chance? I want to read more of you
@jaimegill.bsky.socialI’m so smart for choosing @fictivedream.bsky.social as my @smokelong.bsky.social #archivechallenge. So many jewels.
I loved this title but the story is even better. None of the modish verbs, voice, and vibes rubbish. Real story. Restrained telling. Massive impact
@jaimegill.bsky.socialBack on @smokelong.bsky.social #archivechallenge with glorious @fictivedream.bsky.social. The brilliance of this story is how many hidden fragments of other stories we catch sight of through the brilliant device of "things thrown out". In this micro, novels reside
