My latest fiction appears in Entropy Magazine this month. House of Cards is a spiritual story about battling depression. This one is published at a good time for me personally as a pick-me-up: having only recently returned to work after maternity leave, I find myself convalescing at home in recovery from an accident while commuting. Luckily this has involved a swollen sprained ankle and two black and blue legs, rather than a broken bone or head injury. Always one to be thankful for the good things in life, I’m happy to know that when tossed over handlebars my body knows how to roll and, unlike the protagonist in my story, I have stayed generally upbeat, if a little sorry for myself, despite being in pain. Take the good with the bad; that’s life I guess. Anyway, hope you find it a good read!
About Leilanie Stewart
Leilanie Stewart is an award-winning author and poet from Belfast, Northern Ireland. She writes ghost and psychological horror, as well as experimental poetry. Her writing confronts the nature of self; her novels feature main characters on a dark psychological journey who have a crisis and create a new sense of identity. She began writing for publication while working as an English teacher in Japan, a career pathway that has influenced themes in her writing. Her former career as an Archaeologist has also inspired her writing and she has incorporated elements of archaeology and mythology into both her fiction and poetry.
In addition to promoting her own work, Leilanie runs Bindweed Anthologies, a creative writing publication with her writer husband, Joseph Robert. Aside from publishing pursuits, Leilanie enjoys spending time with her husband and their lively literary lad, a voracious reader of sea monster books.
My latest fiction appears in Entropy Magazine this month. House of Cards is a spiritual story about battling depression. This one is published at a good time for me personally as a pick-me-up: having only recently returned to work after maternity leave, I find myself convalescing at home in recovery from an accident while commuting. Luckily this has involved a swollen sprained ankle and two black and blue legs, rather than a broken bone or head injury. Always one to be thankful for the good things in life, I’m happy to know that when tossed over handlebars my body knows how to roll and, unlike the protagonist in my story, I have stayed generally upbeat, if a little sorry for myself, despite being in pain. Take the good with the bad; that’s life I guess. Anyway, hope you find it a good read!
Leilanie Stewart 