After a year (?) on this site, reasonably active both on Q&As and reviewing others' shared work, I have finally taken the plunge and uploaded my first [solo] shared work. Since there isn't a genre "speculative fiction" offered (but the title hints at that), I've filed it under "literary". It's a submission to La Gr@not@'s "Stranger(s) In A Strange Land" project: flash fiction to benefit refugees, http://la-granota.com/stranger.htm
At 162 words (not including the introduction and title), it shouldn't take up much of your time. It's entitled "What if..." and can be found here: https://www.writersandartists.co.uk/profile/wilhelmina-lyre/work/58873c85387140120f8b4569
I apologise in advance for the following sermon. But "What if..." writers and artists on this web-site (and in general) had a little more feeling of solidarity with those MUCH worse off than themselves? After months and months of repeatedly pushing this project under your noses, the response has been, frankly, pathetic! (Not - I must add - in quality: a HUGE thank you to Victoria Fielding, Hache L. Jones, Helen Jones, and Clare Williams! Not to mention my co-workers Emilie and Jimmy.)
I don't know how many questions I have read here in that time: "How do I get my work published?" And then, when an opportunity is handed you on a plate... zero.
Due to the paltry QUANTITY of submissions so far, the deadline is being waived... which will jeopardise having the book printed in time for the Barcelona book fair in April... but how much call is there going to be for a book of 24 pages?
Sermon over... Back to my broomstick!
Thanks Emilie. Sent my flash fiction piece a few minutes ago.
Wilhelmina and I got a lift through deep slush in "sunny Andalucia" to the city, in order to connect to Internet and view the harvest of entries. What a disappointment! Though Victoria's entry was a delight! (We'd seen the rest - except for one from a non-W&As-user - before we got snowed in.)
Seeing what the refugees in camps in Greece and Turkey are going through this bitter winter: long lines in the snow for a bowl of soup... eaten outdoors - not to mention the suffering of those in war zones - only makes us more determined to continue this project.
Clare, I love your poem and am looking forward to the prose piece.
Ah that's such a shame. I have a piece of flash fiction I was working on, I'll send it later this evening, Wilhelmina