Sticky post

I have an agent!

I am pleased as punch to now be represented by The Rights Factory, a literary agency based in Toronto. Back in 2021, having completed my UBC MFA and exiting with a thesis/manuscript to sell, I approached Calgary-based Rights Factory agent Stacey Kondla. Wouldn’t you know it, she liked the book and has agreed to represent it, myself and my future works. I’m over the moon … Continue reading I have an agent!

New short story available, misc. news

When Words Collide 2016 was my fave conference so far. I had a productive pitch session with a publisher, met some fantastic people, attended some great seminars and got excellent advice from veterans like Hayden Trenholm and Eve Silver. I also managed to sneak in a few drinks… A major highlight was the launch of the new anthology Enigma Front: Burnt, which contains my new short story “The Dim … Continue reading New short story available, misc. news

Rick Overwater

New short fiction, upcoming scriptwriting panel!

August/September (2015) News about the new short story anthology I appear in, a reading at its launch party, and my upcoming When Words Collide comic scriptwriting panel with James Davidge and GMB Chomichuck. I’m most pleased that Coffin Hop Press has published a new short story by yer ‘ol pal Rick. My new noir (ish) piece, a violent, drug-fuelled  bit of depravity titled Butch’s Last Lesson is … Continue reading New short fiction, upcoming scriptwriting panel!

No, seriously, I’m still a musician

This year I’ve written/started a pile of hard rock songs. I was a gigging musician before getting serious about fiction writing, and not having a live band up and running is killing me. Is it the on-stage adrenalin I miss, or the free beer?  Whichever, school and writing are driving the bus but I have been jamming sporadically with members of Cowpuncher and the Mad … Continue reading No, seriously, I’m still a musician

Rick Overwater is a longtime Calgary-based writer, musician, and all-around n’er-do-well. He’s been a journalist, publicist, corporate copywriter and has seen much of Canada in a rusty van—one bar at a time.  Born and raised in farming country, now faking it as a sophisticated urbanite, he is, eternally, the quintessential square peg in a round hole. He measures once and cuts twice, can see into the infrared spectrum, … Continue reading