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5:00pm, 23rd May 2016

Anatomy of a Golden Pen: Research

Two of the young spinners in Catawba Cotton Mills. Newton, N.C., 1908; image in the public domainBeing a writer, I'm full of self-importance and arrogantly believe everyone wants to read pages and pages of nonsense from me. As such, I'm going to start a series about my Golden Pen story from Writers of the Future volume 32, Squalor & Sympathy, dissecting it from various angles.

First up: all the historical accuracies and references in the story.

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4:26pm, 20th May 2016

Living the Dream: a WotF32 recap

Kobo Writing Life very kindly asked me to pen a guest post covering my experiences of the Writers of the Future week, and being me, I ended up writing 3000 words, so it had to be split in two. Both parts are up now: Part One and Part Two.

You can read the opening to my Golden Pen winning story, Squalor & Sympathy, and then trundle over to Writers of the Future to buy the anthology from your venue of choice.

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Matt Dovey is a professional writer of short science fiction & fantasy. He is very tall, very British, and probably drinking a cup of tea right now. His surname rhymes with “Dopey”, but any other similarities to the dwarf are purely coincidental. More →

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