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Sam Beckbessinger
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Novelist, creative writing lecturer & aspiring bog witch. FEMME FERAL (my perimenopausal werewolf novel) is out April 2026 🐺

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Ever felt ready to HOWL?

I'm thrilledddddd to reveal the UK cover for my adult debut novel FEMME FERAL, coming April 2026.

Hyper-competent Ellie thinks she’s going through perimenopause, but discovers she’s actually turning into a werewolf.

More: www.sambeckbessinger.com/upcoming-fem...
October 17, 2025 at 9:30 AM
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A collection of extremely good medieval dogs painted on tiles: williammorristile.com/medieval/med...
Medieval dog licking its own testicles. Somewhat sheepish expression.
July 31, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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Horror fans! Come join me at Waterstones Covent Garden next week chatting with fellow Horrible Women @catrionaward.bsky.social, Neena Viel and V. Castro: www.waterstones.com/events/women...
Women in Horror: Wednesday 19 March 6pm at Waterstones Covent Garden
March 11, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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So sassy, I die 💀
Asked about possible conflicts of interest as a result of Musk firing agencies that either are investigating his companies for regulatory noncompliance or that have contracts with his companies, such as the defence department, Musk suggested there were none. “First of all, I’m not the one filing the contracts. Its the people at SpaceX or something,” said Musk, the founder, chief executive, chief engineer and chair of SoaceX.
February 12, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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Feel very seen by this @isobeldixon.bsky.social poem. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood so I lay down and took a nap."
Tumbled in fractious, scratchy grief, let me lie in the undergrowth, feel sorrow pass from me into the earth. Hold, receiving soil, and give - my aching shoulder, this eroding spine, the bruised cage in which these organs heave. I don't know how or why they carry on, except they do, and bear the weight of me with them. Two roads diverged, and I lay down, for what else could I do. Sink to my knees and stretch out long, heart-tattered, in a lap of salving green. Let braver travellers venture on. Let me succumb and dream among the leaves as if I were a child again and no one there to call me in. I saw a painting once like this, of ink on silk: moist emerald, a shaded world. The trees rise silently, and a skein of weasel threads the white-starred forest floor: a weasel paused among fish mint, wild strawberries. This is that pause. A forest bath, soul-tunnelling. A time to sleep among the beetles in a cloak of rain and fragrant asterids and wake, May-dazed, to a softer path. An apple-green music, pale vanilla light, a cup of stem-steeped early summer wine.
January 21, 2025 at 2:37 PM
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I wish I took more photos of the #Kitschies SFFH Awards last night, but I was too busy having the absolutely best time with a room full of fellow dorks and weirdos. Here's Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi accepting the Golden Tentacle Award for best debut novel (The Centre)!
Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi holding a golden tentacle, looking (rightfully) very pleased!
November 27, 2024 at 2:48 PM
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Playgrounds: teaching British children how to do smalltalk about the weather from day 1
A playground slide that has dials on the side asking children to describe today's weather
November 26, 2024 at 10:35 AM
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Writing novels is the best excuse for hyperfixating on obcure topics FOR INSTANCE mapping all of the major water and sewage tunnels underneath specific parts of London...
November 19, 2024 at 9:59 AM