Spoiler alert: sickeningly self-centred egotistical piece indulging in interminable self-promotion. And this is just the beginning. More to come, and soon. You have been warned.
Here I am, delivering an extract from my story, Interpretation of a Murder, at my first ever literary launch event, on Thursday, the 5th of October 2017, at a rather cosy venue in Waterloo. I wish myself many more, but this one will have to do for now. I am addressing a small gathering, there is no escaping the numbers, during the launch of In More Words, an anthology of very short stories relating to the art of interpreting. I have researched it since and it turns out there is a name for it, and it’s been going on for a while, and it is called flash fiction, or non-fiction, and the stories might be more correctly called micro-stories. The event clearly went to my head. So much so, that I wasted no time in setting up this brand new, rather pretentious, fiendishly ambitious website, which introduces Ania Heasley, the writer. Since the launch I climbed several rungs up, if only in my own estimation, the ladder to literary success, and I am now balancing precariously on the brink of fame and fortune. Thank you for reading.
Ania Heasley 