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Fanfare! A teeny fanfare: being published, flash fiction born here..

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Excellent and mighty congrats. Lovely news on a lovely day. xx
 
Well done indeed - but why only a teeny fanfare??
We need to celebrate every success so I'm upgrading the trumpet to maximum.
 
'Red Rescue', it began life here in the Flash Fiction club, and had a few re-writes. It will be illustrated and published in August with The Story Shack

I am sure they would want to see work from other folks here.

Non-exclusive, you are free to place the piece elsewhere meantime.
I was hoping to read your piece but can't find it, and you don't seem to be in the list of authors.
 
Congratulations - and thank you. I just downloaded and read your story. Nice!
 
It goes online with The Story Shack, illustrated, August 10, Marc and Richard. However, the editor's email said I am free to also place it elsewhere meanwhile, so I'm not breaking any rules by sharing the file.
Very nice. Tough woman tells the softies to stick it. She'll sort it herself. Quite right.
 
Very nice. Tough woman tells the softies to stick it. She'll sort it herself. Quite right.
Hmm. I'm not sure that the idea that you can 'sort it yourself' or pull yourself up by your own bootstraps quite reflects the modern view on the treatment of PTSD.
 
Hmm. I'm not sure that the idea that you can 'sort it yourself' or pull yourself up by your own bootstraps quite reflects the modern view on the treatment of PTSD.

Indeed it doesn't, I am well aware.Married to ex army officer, brother a police officer, specializing in anti-terrorism. Ain't belittling the diagnosis.
 
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Very nice. Tough woman tells the softies to stick it. She'll sort it herself. Quite right.

A few years ago I was very frightened for a loved one. She went to the docs, they meant well but she was tough, she just was, no banging of drums about that, and she did indeed, 'heal' herself. Through animals. Doing fine now. And there is great healing in the smallest things sometimes.
 
And may they smile on you and your writing :) x

Some absolutely cracking writing from you and other folk here in Flash Club this month. Mining a deep vein, few could run deeper.
 
Awesome, Katie! I checked out the website and it looks like a fantastic place to be published. Well done!
 
Thanks, 1408, why not have a go yourself, and what news of the ferrets?
I may do in the future. In the meantime I definitely need to learn the art of writing flash and short fiction. They've never been my strong points! Alls good in learning though, so you're right, in the future I think I will!

Thanks for remembering my scruffs! Not sure when I lasted posted on here about them but sadly Kimble was put to sleep last summer after the vet discovered she had an aggressive form of cancer. Not wanting to bring the mood down in your thread, so thankfully to pick it up again I can say she had a great life and we caught it quickly so she didn't suffer long. I'm sure she's happily dooking in peace! As for Seb, she's developed quite the taste for toes. All the better when marinaded in sock. How's your crew? =)
 
Ah, sweet of you, don't worry about the mood :) All part of Life's rich tapestry, innit. Bless Kimble, well done for not letting her suffer, letting her out easy, and our old puss cat Willow, 17, passed away very peacefully since last time we spoke. As for Seb, I had a naughty hamster once went for my bare toes...Bam Bam - I think she must have decided they were infants of a rival intruder, as in the wild and on her territory, that would be intolerable to a hamster and she'd finish them off. I was sitting on the bottom stair, just out of the bath, she had the run of the hallway, suddenly stopped, stared at my feet with her rather poor hamster eyesight and...pounced. Wonder what Seb thinks feet are....
 

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