A question for Simon Kewin

Q: If you could have any super power, what would it be?

A: The ability to travel instantaneously to any point in the universe. Despite all its riches, the Earth is obviously only a tiny, tiny portion of reality. What other wonders are out there? I’d love to be able to find out…


Simon Kewin’s story “The Stars are Tiny Lights on a Perfect Black Dome” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 16 December 2016. Subscribe to our e-mail updates so you’ll know when new stories go live.

A question for Sandi Leibowitz

Q: What is your favourite part of writing?

A: My favorite part of writing is polishing.  I do love the initial fervor of the onset of idea–but I struggle (usually) with working out the whole story.  That’s where the hard labor comes in.  But once I have my “skeleton draft,” as I call it, I love to see how the story fleshes itself out, often in ways I never dreamed.  And I love to edit, but especially the part beyond mere copy editing, which is where the metaphors turn more apt, or interesting names are conjured up, etc.  Then the story ceases to be just a skeleton, even a fleshed out one, and gains a personality, maybe even a soul.


Sandi Leibowitz’s story “The Nature of Glass” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 9 December 2016. Subscribe to our e-mail updates so you’ll know when new stories go live.

About Simon Kewin

Simon Kewin is the author of over 100 published short and flash stories as well as several novels. He writes fantasy, science fiction, and some stories that can’t make their minds up. He lives in England with his wife and their daughters.

simonkewin.co.uk


Simon Kewin’s story “The Stars are Tiny Lights on a Perfect Black Dome” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 16 December 2016. Subscribe to our e-mail updates so you’ll know when new stories go live.

A question for Aatif Rashid

Q: What is the most effort you’ve ever put into making dinner?

A: I’m actually a pretty lazy cook and I go out to eat way more than someone of my income-bracket should — but one time in college I did attempt to cook chicken tikka masala. I spent over an hour trying to buy all the ingredients, which involved trips to two separate grocery stores, since Trader Joe’s didn’t have everything I needed.

Then, because I’d never actually cooked chicken before, I had trouble figuring out what to do. Was I meant to wash it first? To cut it? Eventually, with my laptop on the counter displaying step-by-step instructions, I managed to prepare the chicken and the marinade and put it in the fridge.

I then had to prepare the masala, which was also challenging. The spices came in plastic bags with the labels stapled to the top, but when I opened them and threw out the labels, I had trouble remembering which spice was which, and had to smell them and then google-search what coriander was supposed to smell like and what cumin was supposed to smell like to differentiate them again. I also had difficulty deseeding the jalapeños and once touched my eye with my finger and had to go splash water on my face until the stinging went away.

Finally, I had it all ready, and the spices and garlic and tomato sauce were simmering nicely in the pan — but then I remembered that the chicken had to sit in the fridge for at least another hour. So I turned off the heat and just let the masala mixture sort of sit there, congealing in the pan, and I watched Battlestar Galactica on Netflix while I waited. After a few episodes, I turned the heat back on and put the marinated chicken in. I had to let it all simmer for 10 minutes or so, so I went back to watching Battlestar.Unfortunately, I lost track of time, and a whole episode passed before I realized the chicken was still cooking.

I turned it off and tasted it tentatively. It seemed fine, and not overcooked, though I wasn’t really sure what overcooked chicken tasted like. I then slowly added the cream and watched the masala turn the familiar orange color. It was now past 8:00 and I had gone out to buy the ingredients before 4:00. But there it was, sitting in the pan, a meal I’d actually cooked for myself. I’d forgot to make rice or buy naan but that was OK. I spooned some chicken tikka masala into a bowl and ate it like soup while I sat in front of my laptop and watched another episode.


Aatif Rashid’s story “The World’s Secret Heartbeat” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 2 December 2016. Subscribe to our e-mail updates so you’ll know when new stories go live.

About Sandi Leibowitz

Sandi Leibowitz lives in a raven’s wood next door to bogles, right in the middle of New York City.  After a variety of careers and jobs (including ghostwriting for a monsignor and working behind one of the caribou dioramas at the Museum of Natural History), she is now an elementary-school librarian, which enables her to hook kids on reading, tell stories, and occasionally use puppets and funny voices.  She also sings classical and early music and plays recorders and other non-orchestral instruments.

www.sandileibowitz.com


Sandi Leibowitz’s story “The Nature of Glass” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 9 December 2016. Subscribe to our e-mail updates so you’ll know when new stories go live.