we might as well all go home. turns out someone has already come up with the greatest story of all time

lads. come to scotmid lads. they’ve got the Bad Ham.

I ordered some second hand books from eBay as a Valentine’s gift. And uh one has just arrived. And inside the pages there is a carefully preserved human child tooth am I going to be very haunted now

hahahahahahah

today i lived my dream more than any human ever has

new career slash life achievement unlocked: have a story receive an INTERNAL ILLUSTRATION (!)

My obituary for my grandfather Peter is in today’s print edition of the Guardian!

I’m sure i will get other good gifts in my lifetime but none of them will ever be ‘tiny handbound editions of @clarkesworldmagazine.com to hang on the Christmas tree’ good

I’m walking around the Natural History Museum in Bucharest in a massive cloud of fever and there is only one creature here that knows how i feel

2025 Awards Eligibility I had five stories come out this year - if you are reading for awards I’d be really grateful if you gave them your consideration, or maybe even told a friend. (My graphic is very bad but in my defence I don’t know what I’m doing) www.louisinglishall.com/blog/awards-...

incredible scenes at the Hungarian Museum of Natural History. Four floors, of which two are almost completely empty - just blank corridors. One floor of dinosaurs and minerals and then the top floor is taxidermied specimens all walking into a gigantic Noah’s Ark. You have to admire their game

I maintain

is it decorated almost exclusively with weird portraits of dogs? yes are the pictures for sale? YES

so I’ve gone on holiday to 1) have a holiday and 2) get some writing done. my Airbnb is the actual literal perfect spooky writing house. LOOK

look all architecture is valid but gothic is just

I really, truly, believed I was making a sensible dinner for one.

yes you’ve all had productive days at work but have you managed to get Yahoo News to write about how one of your close relatives believed he was being stalked - in the south of England - by an escaped puma?

It’s been an odd week. The practicalities of death, the brilliance of palliative care. My turn on the Great Universal Experience. I took a pretty picture, though. Which was nice.

People in the UK say: first day of autumn!! :) People in the US say:

we now enter the mummification phase. the next phase is the eating phase and is three months away

look i never said it was a pretty cake

my child

this is the ideal bedroom wall. you may not like it, but this is what peak bedroom wall performance looks like.

One week later and I am still building on sand. Torn between giving it up as a bad idea and feeling like until I solve it I won’t be able to write anything else.

For the release of ‘Unit Six: Intro to Manticores’, I was asked to complete a short interview about my inspiration. I did, but I told them frankly they might not want to publish the answer. They uh, agreed with me. So. Here, for the very first time. Two years on. The truth behind my inspiration.

he’s here! he’s here!

i am sorry but i simply cannot stop thinking about my new lamp. such perfectly calibrated stupidity

Honestly, I still don’t quite believe that these exist. Getting a hard copy of Clarkesworld with my name on is not getting any less surreal.

I had a dark night of the soul about all this in October and the evidence of this has been hanging over my kitchen table ever since. I need to wipe it away really because now there’s nowhere to put the shopping list.

Moment of absolute cosmic bizarreness - I walked past a book fair this afternoon and stopped to look around. Found this 71 year old short story magazine, complete with a story by my great grandfather: