40 something local government worker who splits his time between family commitments, playing guitar in a nasty noisy underground band, writing, taking pictures, and running Gibboncore publishing.
The first Gibboncore title Blunt Wound Trauma ISBN 978 1 907015 00 7, which is an anthology of my own short stories, was published on the 9th of February 2009.
The next scheduled title is 10 Minute Tales which will be an anthology of 10 short stories from a range of writers around the world.
Check out Gibboncore for full details of both books and future releases.
Since joining Red Bubble I have won the following writing competitions:
Short Stories – Spherical Scriptings’ short story competition Written In The Stars Competition/Zodiac13 with Scorpio
Flash Fiction’s 2nd May Challenge with Wan
Twisted Tales 6th Star Twister with Tradition
My short story “BRILLIANT” has been published in the War Child benefit book: You’re Not The Only One
To make things easier I have broken things down into categories:
All Writing
Flash Fiction very short stories
Very Short Fiction under 500 words
Shortish Fiction over 500 words and up to about 1000 words
Short Fiction over 1000 words
Poetry and Verse
I also host, and jointly host, the following Groups:
Micky McGuinness hosts Hardcore Punk and Twisted Tales and is a member of ! # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE !, All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, A Novel Idea, Abstract Art, Agro-Tees, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Architectural Photography, ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM, Art and Stories Made For Children, As Is, Atheism, B&W - Character - People Shots, BEAUTIFUL BELGIUM (Belgie, Belgique), Bits and Pieces , Black and White Photography, Bridges, Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects, Challenge Café, Childhood, Cityscapes and Skylines, Clever Designs, Color Me a Rainbow (Current Color: Rainbow), Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Communities, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Cutest of the Cute, Dilapidated Buildings, Don't Fence Me In, Drive By Shooting, Ebony and Ivory, Escher and Perspective Art , European Everyday Life, Falling Leaves, Flash Fiction, Food for Thought, Freedom In Words and ART, Friends of RedBubble, Full Frontal Facades, Graphic Scratch, Green!, Humour Captured, Insects, Bugs and Creepy Crawlies (2 A Day), Just Lines, Lakes and Inland Waterways- 1 per day, Light and Reflection 1/24, Moody, Dark, Evocative , Mother Nature's Finest, National Parks of the World, Natural Textures, Nautical, Night Photography, North East England, Old & Rusty, Out of the Blue, Out of the Past, Pulp Noir, Purple Passion Gallery. 2 per day, RedBubble Nude, RedBubble The City, Rivers and Streams, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits, Selective Coloring, Shameless Self-Promotion, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Simple Witty Shirts, Simply White Artwork Gallery, Skyscapes, Snail Mail, Something To Say, StreetArt, Streetscapes, Technical Photography, The Birds, THE DARK CELL, The Urban Environment, Tools, Travel and Adventure, Typography, Vibrant and Vivid Color, We Rock: Musical Instrument Art, Windows and Doors, WMG, Writing Workshop, Zoophoria (2 per day, approval required) and à EUROPA!.
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