Month: August 2017

An Evolution of Rereading

I used to reread everything I loved.  I think I made it through The Hobbit like twenty-plus times.  It was to the point where the librarians at the town library took me aside once and said, “Maybe you should try something new.”  But no; I was going to read the same things over and over again, and they couldn’t stop me.  These were the same people who weren’t sure about me going into the adult section and picking out books there, mind you.

I’ve read through series as an adult multiple times, too.

But lately I’ve been taking more reading chances.  Both because I know how to power through books that I don’t like (because of my reading lists) and how to drop books that I don’t like without a second thought (because when I’m reading books for pleasure, they had better please me).

Part of me longs to take a couple of weeks and just plow through an old favorite series.  But whenever I try, lately, I’ve been bored.

This hasn’t stopped me from picking up print copies of favorite series, though, that I read on ebook or picked up from the library.  I still feel like I need the protection…

If you liked this post, please check out my Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland homage here.

The Blank Slate of the Soul

So, hopefully by the time you read this, I’ll have written two novels in six weeks.  This isn’t a joke; I had two 60K ghostwriting projects back to back, and one of them went late–I ended up having to write them both at the same time.

Update:  Made it 😉

A lot of stuff fell by the wayside; I even quit blogging.

But more importantly–I quit journaling.  I went back in this morning (Monday) and spewed out three pages of incoherent ranting on multiple subjects, which I will proceed to not share.  There was underlining.  There was ALLCAPS.

And now…I don’t know what I think.

It’s a nice, clean feeling, a blank slate of the soul.

I needed that.

If you like this post, why not check out a short story about cleaning house…in more ways than one?  Bad House Spirit, a haunted novella about a dark, dark house.

 

Get Lost: A freelancer’s short rant

People are always trying to pressure me into changing my opinion.  I get that.  I seem like a soft target:  I let people present their arguments to me, and I actually listen.  Sometimes I even change my mind.

In addition, I have been trained in the kind of female empathy that says, “I have no personal desires for myself; I’m just here to support other people whether I want to or not, but especially white people, men, and anyone older than I am.”

I’m low risk, high reward.

Except for the part where I’ve been learning lately that saying “no” and “get lost” are literally money in the bank for me as a freelancer.  Some people and projects cost more time than they’re worth; cutting them out of my life leaves room for stuff that pays actual money, working for and associating with people who actually respect me.

So let me just say, as an increasingly successful freelancer and someone who’s done soft-pedaling the bigots of the world,

You’re not worth my time.  Get lost.

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New Release: One Dark Summer Night (’80s horror novel)

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The fairies are coming…the fairies are coming…

To kill us all.

It’s 1989. A small Midwestern college town with a history of strange sightings and hauntings. A summer intern program in the biology department that actually pays. And coworkers who don’t warn you about vivisection day…

Della Rae planned to keep her head down and work as many hours as she could get, while filling in the gaps with a lot of old sci-fi novels.

Her plan was interrupted by a sudden friendship with a townie student, a weird girl named Merc who shared Della Rae’s tastes in fiction. It was Merc who warned her not to go to the bio department that day…

Soon, there would be hell to pay for what happened in the bio department. And only Della Rae, Merc, and their friends can stop it from spreading.

(For ages teen and up.  Horror.  Gore and language, no sex or nudity.)

This book is part of…

A Fairy’s Tale: A Cheesy ’80s Horror Series
Now with Female Protagonists and Featuring…Homicidal Fairies!

I wrote these after reading a lot of classic ’80s horror and getting cheesed off that the women were basically scream-and-run accessories.  These are not “genderflipped” stories where the men have to scream and run and the women are the axe-wielding serial killers…that would be boring!  Nevertheless, a good deal of absurd violence, gore, splatterpunk hijinx, and generally horrible things are included here.  I’m particularly proud of the sprites.  And the stubborn, vicious, nasty women who inspired the characters 🙂

Reading order:

  • Book 0: By Dawn’s Bloody Light (novella). Three women, the queen of the fairies, and the serial killer who won’t know what hit him.
  • Book 1: One Dark Summer Night (short novel). If they didn’t want to unleash the apocalypse…they shouldn’t have killed the king of the fairies.
  • Book 2: Under Twilight’s Spreading Blight (novel). The house is haunted, crawling with entities not even the fairies dare to confront. But an even worse betrayal is waiting inside… (Forthcoming)
  • Book 3: Of Noon’s Harsh Birthright (novel). Trapped in a government testing facility are the last of the fairies…and the last people who can stop the Others from consuming them all. (Forthcoming)

Here’s the other book that’s out; you can either start with By Dawn’s Bloody Light or One Dark Summer Night.

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Three women. One serial killer who has access to the supernatural.

He can scare them…but he can’t stop them from taking revenge.

A small Midwestern college town. A series of murders that ape the Jack the Ripper killings. Then Laney Miller is butchered just after dawn in front of a second-hand bookstore. The one witness didn’t see anything…except Laney getting dragged out of her car and murdered by an invisible force.

One that carries a straight razor.

It’s a town that has attracted the weird and strange as far back as the eighteen hundreds. Since then disappearances, murders, suicides, and kidnappings have only grown worse. Especially targeted are a group of local girls that carry the same face…

Laney’s face.

Laney’s girlfriend Joy and her friends decide to find the seemingly-supernatural killer and take him down before he strikes again.

In as violent and bloody a manner as possible.

By dawn’s bloody light…they will have revenge.

A novella-length horror/paranormal suspense story to kick off the Fairy’s Tale Series, coming soon! Book 1: ONE DARK SUMMER NIGHT, August 2017.

(For ages teen and up.  Horror.  Gore and language, no sex or nudity.)

Hemingway: Not on the same page

IMO, one of the things that made Hemingway so interesting as a writer was that he messed with readers’ minds in a different way than a lot of other writers had been doing up to that point. He focused on forcing people to read between the lines–how to make the readers do the heavy lifting/imaginative work of fiction with as few little black marks on the page as possible. Nothing wrong with that. But he seemed to forget that not everyone reads the same thing in between the lines, or reads between the lines at all, and he didn’t give a damn about getting readers on the same page. Almost literally.

In short, either you like his writing or you don’t, and that’s something that’s probably entirely by Hemingway’s design.

Aging into Poetry

I think you have to age into some kinds of poetry. The crickets are singing on a cool July night, and just the sound of them tells me how the year is going, and how bittersweet the passage of time is becoming. Love is great and identity is important–but it’s the crickets that are poetry now, the coolness, distant dogs barking, footsteps downstairs, the breeze in the trees.

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