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With bells on: Friday Update

12 Friday Dec 2025

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This week has been chaotic, car-wise. My car radio hasn’t worked since October, when my car battery died and I had to have a new one put in. I didn’t know how to fix it, so I’ve been listening to iHeartRadio here and there, but mostly nothing. Car people told me how to put in the code to get the radio back. Damn, I’ve missed having music in the car when it turned on.

But I mainly brought the car in to get my headlights replaced. I drive four to five hours in the dark on working days, so it’s really important to have working headlights. They actually tried to get me to believe that my daytime running lights were the headlights and they were very convincing. If they hadn’t known about cars, the logic would have totally made sense. But they do know about cars, so I don’t know how they couldn’t see that the daytime running lights and the brights weren’t headlights.

Had to go to another service center, which I’m pretty sure overcharged (which is why I like my usual one), but now I have headlights, and it makes such a difference. I feel much better. I have pretty good night vision (mild astigmatism notwithstanding), but side street and neighborhood driving was way too dark, even for me.

Anyway, going to a service center is hard enough to do one time. Two really took it out of me.

News:

Char’s Horror Corner reviewed Question Not My Salt. They have the review on Goodreads and Amazon, too, but I’m just really excited that she took on the story of her own accord and that she enjoyed it.

Works in Progress:

As promised, I finished Never & Forever (Meridian Book 8) on Friday night, pushing through 5K words to hit 141,538 words total. I was exhausted and collapsed to bed afterward. Then I got myself some chocolate chocolate-chip muffins, because that was hard and I’m proud I accomplished it. I’ll be taking on my usual double edits in January, as soon as I finished a few other things.

Took some time off to work and rest and do my car things, then dove right into edits of In the Dollhouse We All Wait. I have my weaknesses that the editor pointed out, but otherwise, it’s been a pretty smooth edit. I’m trying to take care of my mental health while working on it, because I can take on the despair of my character, but so far, it’s been manageable.

I keep telling myself that, however bad I write something, what actual people do with state-sanctioned blessings are worse. That doesn’t make me feel better, but it gives me some perspective. Very depressing perspective. What these last ten years and especially this last year have shown us about the worst people with too much power…

I’m aiming for reaching halfway through edits today or tomorrow.

Books I’m Reading:

Raising Loki: A Memoir by Elliot Manarin
Rose Madder by Stephen King
The Shining by Stephen King

Things I’m Listening To:

Christmas playlist

Things I’m Watching:

Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)
A Cinderella Christmas
Christmas at the Catnip Cafe
Is It Cake? Holiday series
9-1-1: Nashville series
Ghosts (US) series
CSI: NY series
Holiday Baking Championship series
Great British Baking Show series

Poem of the Week:

you will find me under the color-fading oak
food for roots and food for thought
a cautionary tale untold until uncovered
but perhaps it is best i remain remains
unspoken and forgotten except in whispers
wondering what my ghost wants
and that we let the tree thrive where
i fell before the fall and rest
undisturbed by the turning of leaves

Introducing…

11 Thursday Sep 2025

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My very extreme horror novel In the Dollhouse We All Wait has been picked up by Crystal Lake’s Torrid Waters imprint, for publication in 2026. They previously published my other extreme horror novel Question Not My Salt.

A little Criminal Minds meets The Island of Dr. Moreau, the new live-in nanny to a grown-up girl meets her mansion-filling doll collection–including ones that aren’t really dolls.

I didn’t set out to write extreme horror, but the stories lend themselves for that direction sometimes. In the Dollhouse isn’t particularly pleasant and is even more extreme than Question Not, but both QNMS and ITDWAW are frogs-in-boiling-water horror, which I can’t imagine in any way reflects the present state of the world /s. This is not for the squeamish. It is for those who like the darker side of an already dark genre.

If it’s not your thing, that’s okay! I have other works coming out in the next few years that you can enjoy, like Masque in 2027, which is far more mainstream.

(The doll is Erin, and she was mine when I was little. She’s presently enjoying second life with my niblings when they visit.)

Winter is a time for ghosts: Friday Update

13 Friday Dec 2024

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book review, dracula reimagining, editing, extreme horror, genre junkies, gothic horror, masque, podcast, question not my salt, review, wicked

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News:

I was futzing around and stumbled upon a podcast review of Question Not My Salt that warmed the cockles of my cold, cold heart. Genre Junkies did their review for QNMS for their Thanksgiving episode and seemed to have a blast discussing all the disgusting elements (plus some talk about The Substance and Thanksgiving itself). The second half of the full episode is spoilery, so it might be better to listen to after you’ve read it yourself, or if you don’t want to read it and just want to listen to other people talk about the gross parts.

This review was completely unsolicited as part of Crystal Lake’s marketing campaign. They were recommended the book by word of mouth in extreme horror circles, which is the coolest thing, and they really seemed to enjoy it. They agree that, as extreme horror, it’s on the milder side and acts as a good gateway into the subgenre.

As evidenced in the last post, I finally went to see Wicked, which is such an important musical for me. It’s meant different things in every decade—it changes as I change—and as someone who grew up a belter and mezzo soprano, both Glinda and Elphaba’s songs have been formative in the development of my singing voice (which is just for my own enjoyment, which I feel ambivalent about on the best of days). I’m not the only musical theatre kid who was ridiculously pleased at how well the musical was adapted to screen. Everything we could want and more than we possibly could have expected. Approached with so much love from everyone involved.

I’m watching Die Hard tonight for the first time ever! I’m looking forward to experiencing a quippier Bruce Willis. I mostly know him through his more stoic phase. Not to mention a young Alan Rickman.

Works in Progress:

I’m nearly finished with the first round of edits for the Dracula reimagining. Then I’ll send it on to my alpha reader. She usually gets my first fruits to help me on the developmental end of things, so I’ll know how to approach first-round edits. But because I wrote the DRI out of order, I wanted to make sure the disparate parts flowed as a whole and there were no glaring consistency errors. So far, the part I needed to make the most changes to is the end, which I wrote first, so that makes sense. I should probably finish with the first round by the end of the weekend.

I had a nice lunch with my alpha reader this week, too, and we talked about her notes on Masque and how to approach some significant changes. I took additional notes, and although Masque will probably be my greatest challenge to rewrite since Nocturne (my issues with Meridian usually had me reworking the plot entirely rather than rewriting the plot I had, which is what I did with Nocturne and will do with Masque), I’m really excited to see what I can make with this story, which has good bones and some great scenes to work with. As gothic alt-history, it’s really demanding on a detail level, and that’s not necessarily where I shine (because I can’t just make shit up the same way I can with modern fantasy; even where I change history, it needs to be justified, and I need to understand the history to change it in the first place). But this story is so important to me and deserves my full loving care and attention. It’s been with me so long; I just want all the best for it now that it’s finally a manuscript.

I’d hoped to have Masque and the DRI edits finished by the end of the year, but now I’m aiming for the end of January, which is usually when early submission calls for novels close.

Books I’m Reading:

The Fisherman by John Langan
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder

Things I’m Listening To:

Christmas playlist

Things I’m Watching:

Home Alone
A Cinderella Christmas
Wishmaster 2: Evil Never Dies
The Thing
Wicked

The Christmas Cookie Showdown series
Holiday Baking Championship series
Holiday Wars series
The Great British Baking Show series
The Irrational series
Elsbeth series
Ghosts series
NCIS series
Longmire series
Columbo series
S.W.A.T. series

The other side: Friday Update

22 Friday Nov 2024

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election day, extreme horror, horror, question not my salt, thanksgiving, unhallow'd guests, Writing

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I lost track of the day, which is happening a lot, along with general forgetfulness. I understand why (hello, depression/grief as temporary brain damage), but it’s still disorienting.

I’ve managed to reach some form of equilibrium, but given that we haven’t even reached the inauguration and transition, that equilibrium is shaky as hell. I’m still not sure what to do outright, but I’ve done a few things to make me feel on a little more solid footing, even if I’m not particularly solid. I think I have options; the trouble is gauging timing, not to mention ability.

But this whole thing absolutely took the wind out of my sails for writing and makes me question the point of doing any of it at all, except if I’m not doing this, then I’m not doing anything. I’ve gotten some word count on Unhallow’d Guests, but it’s hard and feels lifeless, which is a shame, because I always liked the idea. I can’t concentrate during the day, so I distract, and by the time I’m finally in a place to write, it’s time to go to bed. Horror is usually comfort food, but that’s not working for me much, either. Procedurals are helping some, because they’re essentially competence porn.

I don’t think I’ve ever had less holiday spirit. I remember how happy I was around Halloween, in spite of things, and I look at where I am now, and it’s just…not good.

It feels like the election killed any hope for a better future. Mostly dead, for now, rather than all dead, but resurrection is far from a foregone conclusion. Meanwhile, A.I. is killing my dream and my jobs—badly and energy-inefficiently, but who cares as long as it saves a buck? I wasn’t trained for a world in which I don’t matter, even if I should, nor a world which is actively hostile toward me, even though I’m harmless. I might have made different decisions, had I known, starting with how to be less harmless and spread the misery around with more than a dark, disgusting tale.

Blah-blah, things will get better, blah-blah, everything’s cyclical. But although human time is much quicker than geologic time, our cycles can be long in comparison to human life span. I may never see better days. And some have never seen any.

I reread Jurassic Park and The Lost World by Michael Crichton, and it hit differently than previous reads. Maybe because it feels eerily applicable, and it’s a reminder that we simply do not learn. And it makes me sad that literacy, especially media literacy, is dying—aided by the increasing prevalence of AI, which helps people get to the other side of an assignment (badly) but misses the point of the assignment entirely. It is stunning how many people love various media but don’t seem to understand what those stories mean. This is why we insist (fruitlessly) that the humanities are still important. This is why English majors used to be valuable for business and law.

I do like the books, though. I feel Spielberg’s Jurassic Park is a near-perfect movie (and The Lost World an uncharacteristic, if fun misstep), and among a whole shelf of greats, is probably one of his best commercial films. The books, however, are drier and meaner.

News:

Nothing much to report. More rejects, but personalized.

However, Question Not My Salt feels more and more representative of the state of horror we’re in (I wrote it as extreme horror, but surprise! it’s splatterpunk). So if you have a taste for a family Thanksgiving dinner going from awkward to outright awful and you have a strong stomach for extreme horror, Question Not My Salt might just be the Thanksgiving horror we deserve. At least it’s short.

Works in Progress:

On a good week, I can write 25-35K words. I managed *checks notes* 8K words on Unhallow’d Guests. I’ll see what I can manage in the next week.

Things I’m Reading:

The Apocalypse and Satan’s Glory Hole by Timothy W. Long and Jonathan Moon
Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton (finished)
The Lost World by Michael Crichton (finished)
The Fisherman by John Langan

Things I’m Listening To:

Nightwish

Things I’m Watching:

Murder, She Wrote: A Story to Die For
Thanksgiving
The Christmas Cookie Showdown
series
Ghosts (US) series
Brilliant Mind series
The Irrational series
Elsbeth series
Matlock (new) series
Broadchurch series
CSI: NY series
NCIS series
Columbo series
9-1-1 series
Doctor Odyssey series

Brace for impact: Friday Update

17 Friday May 2024

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News:

My Crystal Lake Shallow Waters entry for this month’s Resurrection theme, “Second Chance,” has been posted on the Patreon. ($5/month, basically a themed anthology every month)

I’ll be wandering around Texas Frightmare in Dallas this weekend. I love it because I’m surrounded by a bunch of people who share my enthusiasms and aesthetic, but my introvert self has to brace for the muchness of everything.

Works in Progress:

I wanted to finish editing In the Dollhouse We All Wait before Texas Frightmare, and I did yesterday. Second round of edits went much faster, and I write synopses during second edits, so that’s done and dusted, too. I’m continuing to do really well in my first round of edits, which allows the second round to be swifter, strictly polish. All I have left is to put together the long and short pitches, but the manuscript itself is ready to sub. There aren’t a lot of markets for extreme horror, but maybe PitDark will find a place for it.

My other goal was to get it below the 90K-word max of a lot of small press sub calls. I cut it down from 116,160 words in the first draft to 88,636 at the end of the third draft. That seems like a lot to trim, but my usual novel word cut is about 20-25%, so it’s not too far off—a little more than average.

I have the Dollhouse pitches to write, and then I have two short stories I’d like to tackle. After that, I start on the professional edits for Crooked House. I’m still not sure if I can afford to pay for my series standard formatting, but we’ll see what June brings.

Books I’m Reading:

Killing Time by Russell C. Connor
Pocket Apocalypse by Seanan McGuire

Things I’m Listening To:

RAIGN
Joseph William Morgan
The Silicone Veil by Susanne Sundfor
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy by Sarah McLachlan
Arcadia by Eurielle
The Unknown by Sea Stars
When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go by Billie Eilish
YouTube ambient tracks
Metal soundtracks

Things I’m Watching:

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)
The Taking of Deborah Logan
The Meg 2: The Trench
The Pope’s Exorcist
CSI: Miami series
CSI: NY series
American Idol series
9-1-1 series
Jeopardy Masters series
Hometown series
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week:

what have we here, hidden
beneath branch and planted weed,
obscured with brush and scattered seed?
where have we come, unbidden,
and where does this winding path lead?
what kind of man conceals a bad deed,
and when does a path turn forbidden?

Ennui and existential dread: Friday Update

10 Friday May 2024

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News:

Not a damn thing. Wondering if I need to reassess strategies, goals, hopes, dreams, or maybe just expectations. Been doing this for twenty years. That’s a long time to spin my wheels. I might just be tired.

Works in Progress:

If I continue at my current pace, I should finish the first round of In the Dollhouse We All Wait edits tomorrow evening. Editing is less emotionally draining than writing, because I’m more immersed in the story when I’m writing, mentally living it more and for longer periods of time (because of course I write slower than I read). However, the more extreme parts of this story are still a bit rough to get through while editing, although it affects me in less obvious ways.

I’m really not sure how this book will be received or what place it can hold in my oeuvre, but the point now is just getting it in fighting shape.

During the second round, I’ll write the synopsis. Then I’ll put together the pitch after. I’m not positive I’ll finish before Texas Frightmare, but I should finish before PitDark.

Books I’m Reading:

Killing Time by Russell C. Connor
Pocket Apocalypse by Seanan McGuire

Things I’m Listening To:

YouTube playlists
Metal playlists

Things I’m Watching:

The Gray Man
The Judge

Mr. Bates vs the Post Office series
CSI: Miami series
CSI: NY series
NCIS series
NCIS: Hawai’i series
American Idol series
Spring Baking Championship series (finished)
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week:

give me gold gild
in a baroque style
a grand chandelier
crystallizing rainbows
and champagne flutes
stroked to make
the phantom weep

Here comes the sun: Friday Update

19 Friday Apr 2024

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citywide blackout, extreme horror, interview, job interview, meridian, movie marathon, nightmare on elm street, novel, poem, question not my salt, reverse sad

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News:

I experience reverse SAD (seasonal affective disorder), which means that as the days get longer and hotter, my sensitivity to heat and light intensifies my mood disorder. The first warm breezes and sweaty walks of the year make me grumpy, while the first cool breezes and cold nights in October bring me joy. So whenever I feel unsettled or cranky for no reason around this time of year, I have to remind myself I’m adjusting to my new reality for the next six months. It usually hits in May, but it’s come in April this time.

I had a job interview earlier this week. The job itself seems promising, and I think it went well. I stress about interviews for a day beforehand, then have a hard time winding down after. By the time I got home afterward about thirty minutes later, I was still answering interview questions in my car right in front of my house, talking to nobody. However, after two decent interviews, I think I’ll be less terrified of them going forward. So far, I haven’t had any weird, random questions that are hard to answer because they’re out of left field. It’s all fairly straightforward, and now that I’ve worked in an office before, I have a better idea what questions to ask. I have trouble coming up with questions of my own when I don’t have enough information to know what to ask. I don’t know what I don’t know, you know?

In addition to a job interview, I had a book interview with Citywide Blackout last night on Question Not My Salt. I had a really good time and got to talk about extreme horror, about what Saw traps say about human survival instinct, and about the different kinds of cannibalism in the genre. I’ll provide the link to it next week, but it should pop up on the site tomorrow.

My workplace horror flash fiction “Eye Spy,” about mystical micromanagement, posted on the Crystal Lake Patreon earlier this week.

In other news, I watched the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series for the first time in release order (except the reboot, which I watched first). I hadn’t seen the second NOES before. So now I’ve seen them all, and it feels like an accomplishment. Also, I’ve been working on watching The Mentalist for years and finally got the last two seasons under my belt. It’s such a comfort show to me, and it was nice to finish. House and/or Criminal Minds might be next.

Works in Progress:

Thank goodness, Tooth & Claw seems to be the solution to my Book 7 problem. So, among the changes I made between restarts, just in case it’s useful to you: First, a change in tense from present to past. Then, a change in protagonist from Lis to Tara as primary and Lis as secondary (multiple POVs, which has precedent in the Meridian series). Last, changing where I start the story.

Those are all pretty much par for the course when trying to figure out what does and doesn’t work: tense, POV, who the protagonist should be, and where the story starts. It just usually doesn’t take me 50K words I can’t use to get there. However, by end of day today, I’ll have reached 50K good words in two weeks, at 5K or more words a day, except for my job interview day. Being able to maintain that word count is proof that this version is working, because in the last two versions, I struggled with 3K a day and I didn’t look forward to getting to work each morning.

In addition, I’ve been working on poetry, and I edited and submitted a short story to a submission call in the breaks between my writing. I like to write 500 words at a time and have a little treat in between, especially during higher word count days that can end up creatively exhausting. Sometimes that treat is a page or two of editing. Sometimes it’s editing or writing a poem. Sometimes it’s fifteen to twenty minutes of a low-concentration movie or show. Even these update sections are a break from my work!

It’s similar to the Pomodoro Technique, which suggests that intervals of work are more effective than marathons. I call them my In-and-Outs. Some days that sounds dirtier than others, depending on the content of my writing.

Books I’m Reading:

Killing Time by Russell C. Connor
Pocket Apocalypse by Seanan McGuire

Things I’m Listening To:

YouTube playlists
Singer-songwriter playlists
Metal playlists

Things I’m Watching:

A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors
A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master
A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child
Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare
New Nightmare
Freddy v. Jason
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
(2022)
The Mentalist series (finished)
NCIS series
NCIS: Hawai’i series
CSI: Miami series
American Idol series
Spring Baking Championship series
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week: (throwback to April 2023)

field mouse in search of shelter
inspects daisies and daffodils,
dandelions and clover, none a fit
cushion for her tiny girth,
finally settles on the fairy bed
of a pink tulip, pollen gilding
her humble fur with apian gold.

Quiet whirlwind: Friday Update

15 Friday Mar 2024

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News:

For Women in Horror Month, Jordan Triplett interviewed me for Alpha’s Court. I share my love of worms, how I don’t limit myself with genre, and how I combat negative thoughts.

John R. Little, author of Miranda, wrote some effusive praise for Question Not My Salt: “This is an absolutely terrific book, and I highly recommend it. … If you’re one of those folks who likes extreme horror, you really need to take a look. Just an awesome story from cover to cover.”

Cemetery Dance also posted a review for Question Not My Salt, excerpted here: “Don’t let the cover fool you, this is HORROR, not a cookbook…though a cookbook from this novella just might be fun to read. Imagine you’re a Canadian who goes to college in the U.S., is roomed with someone you become friends with who invites you to their home for Thanksgiving… and things go… awry. Do NOT piss off Mother. Do not ask for salt and for goodness sake, spit in that wine glass and pass it already.”

A reminder that we’re doing a read-along of Question Not My Salt at Goodreads group Horror Aficionados this month. We’ve had some fun interactions so far, including dream casting and favorite Thanksgiving dishes.

On the leg front, the reinjury seems to have mostly healed, although the muscle is still weak and needs some strength-building. I’m taking longer walks in sneakers, mostly walking around and going up and down the stairs barefoot again, which is preferable to having to wear shoes to support against the pain. I might be able to get back on the elliptical at low resistance as early as next week.

In the meantime, I seem to be dealing with some health issues—probably a bad batch of medication and possibly side effects of another, plus pulling a muscle or pinching a nerve in my neck, but I have a tendency to panic, and it’s making concentrating or doing anything important very difficult. It’s also putting some pressure on my job search, because I thought I’d have health insurance by now.

Works in Progress:

Despite concerns, though, I’ve managed to restart Shadow & Song (Meridian 7), and I finished the last required poems for the Spring section of my seasonal horror poetry collection. I can still add new poems to the Spring and Autumn sections if an idea or two arise, because they’re mini-collections rather than singular narratives like Summer and Winter, but for now, I can cross A Nightmare for All Seasons off my list as finished. I’ll probably put it together and edit it June/July 2024.

Just for fun, these are the section titles:
Verdant with Splinter and Thorn
Lusty Murders of May
The Halloween Parade
Bleak Midwinter

Also wrote and continue to work on some standalone poetry inspired by this month’s Quill & Crow Crow Calls. I like to add to my long poetry list now and then to keep it fresh. The more poetry I write, the more themes emerge for chapbooks and longer collections.

Received a handful of disappointing rejections. And yet I keep pushing, because I don’t know what else to do.

Books I’m Reading:

Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire
Killing Time by Russell C. Connor
Nineteen Little Stab Wounds by Alexis DuBon (finished)

Things I’m Listening To:

Hannibal soundtracks
Abyss/Ascent soundtrack
Silent Hill soundtracks
Kamelot

Things I’m Watching:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer series (watchalong)
Angel series (watchalong)
American Idol series
CSI series
CSI: Vegas series
NCIS series
NCIS: Hawaii series
White Collar series
The Mentalist series
Ghosts series
Not Dead Yet series
Will Trent series
Spring Baking Championship series
Home Town series
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week: (throwback from March 2022)

Malignant narcissist
Whose currency is abject fear
Forgets that true power
Is not making them kneel
And basking in their submission
But having them lower themselves
To kiss your filthy feet
Of their own devoted volition

Girl hungry: Friday Update

01 Friday Mar 2024

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News:

I received my contributor copies of Question Not My Salt yesterday. Sometimes I’m at a loss how to stage a book, but QNMS has a built-in background in most homes. It’s really exciting to hold a book someone else chose to publish.

If you’re interested in joining a read-along for the month of March, I’m a guest author at the Goodreads group Horror Aficionados. You can comment on the book or ask questions in an interview style, and I’m contractually bound in blood to answer. It’s a short, propelling read, so if you can stomach the subject matter, it should be a lot of fun.

“Hell Come Home,” my sad, sweet, quiet Christmas horror story won 2nd place in the Shallow Waters flash fiction contest at the Crystal Lake Patreon.

In real life news, I had my first real interview for a job this week. It went really well, despite a scheduling snafu and realizing I didn’t have much in the way of nice clothes left since the last time I was this size. Most of my wardrobe is casual. I managed to find one decent outfit, though, and I bought more and plan to shop some more later today, so crisis averted. May I just say that mastering the elastic waistband rather than rigid fastening on work slacks is a game-changing feat of fashion technology?

Works in Progress:

I’m still relaxing a bit at the moment, which isn’t to say that I’m not working. I wrote two more short stories, edited two, and now I need to edit the last one. Then I’ll probably start my editing projects. But I also want to finally finish reading IT, too, so that might come first.

I’m also starting a poetry project this month for the seasonal poetry collection coming out in September, and I’ll probably do something a little different with the Crow Calls prompts, play around with lyrical or longer poetry instead of short flash pieces. So the Poem of the Week going forward for this month will be from a previous March, I think.

Books I’m Reading:

IT by Stephen King
Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire
Ending in Ashes by Rebecca Jones-Howe

Things I’m Listening To:

Fleurie
Svrcina
Blacklist playlist
Abyss/Ascent playlist

Things I’m Watching:

Martyrs
Thanksgiving
The Predator
Viral
Dead Silence
Bone Tomahawk

Buffy the Vampire Slayer series (watchalong)
Angel series (watchalong)
CSI series
NCIS series
NCIS: Hawaii series
Home Town series
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week:

cracks in the ground
widen into caverns
the rivers ripped
through now run dry
leaving empty beds with
unquenchable thirst

You can never leave: Friday Update

16 Friday Feb 2024

Posted by amandamblake in A Few Thoughts, Novelettes/Novellas, Novels, Poetry, Series, Writing

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book release, crystal lake entertainment, editing, extreme horror, family dinner horror, meridian, novel, novelette, podcast, question not my salt, review, silver & steel, torrid waters

News:

It’s my beautiful book birthday! Extreme family dinner horror novel Question Not My Salt is officially available as an ebook (paperback to come). It’s a short, rollicking, roiling read, and you can enjoy it any time of year or save it as a Thanksgiving treat. Thank you to Kenneth W. Cain and Crystal Lake Entertainment for everything they’ve done to help QNMS come to life!

Elaine Pascale gave a wonderful review at Hellnotes, saying, “Question Not My Salt left me questioning many things non-spice related. I questioned the place of torture porn in written horror. I questioned myself as I was devouring this piece of extreme horror as if it were a pleasant travel essay. I questioned why I was not reading more of Blake’s writing.”

Horror Reads, who provided my first review, included Question Not My Salt on his list of “Three Shorter Horror Books to Break Your Mind!” at his YouTube channel.

I also participated in a live podcast episode last night, the Panic Room Radio Show through Hellbound Books, to talk about horror and read an excerpt from QNMS and completely forgot to share that I was doing it so that people could, you know, listen live. However, I should have a link to the episode to share by next week’s update.

Works in Progress:

I’ve only ever had to scrap a novel once before, but I’m afraid I have to do that with Silver & Steel (Meridian 7), at least in its present incarnation. Character plans I had ended up changing when the characters decided to go in different directions, which then removed all the intended external conflict, and in urban fantasy, external conflict is essential. I stopped writing around 35K words in, which is better than the last time I quit a novel, which was at over 70K words.

I’ve summarized a few intended scenes, suggested a few changes, and asked myself some questions that can give me the framework for a new novel, which I’ll probably write later this year so I can put some distance between this version and the next. I would still like to finish the Meridian series this year, but I’m noodling on adding one or two novels to the list, so that may be out of the question anyway.

I’m frustrated, because I wanted that under my belt, or mostly so, before I started looking for employment and hopefully getting hired somewhere. But I didn’t want to waste any more of my time on a novel that was sputtering.

Right now I’m working on a novelette that I don’t really know what to do with, but it’ll be ready, whatever that is. Next week, I polish my resume and start submitting applications, and I’ll probably proceed to edit Book & Candle (Meridian 5) in the afternoons and evenings.

Books I’m Reading:

IT by Stephen King
Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire
Ending in Ashes by Rebecca Jones-Howe

Things I’m Listening To:

Billie Eilish
Fleurie
Ruelle
Lily Kershaw
Once More With Feeling soundtrack
Stigmata soundtrack

Things I’m Watching:

Contracted
Contracted: Phase II
Buffy the Vampire Slayer series (watchalong)
Angel series (watchalong)
CSI series
The Mentalist series
The Irrational series
Helix series
Queer Eye series
Ghosts (US) series
Not Dead Yet series
All Creatures Great and Small series
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week:

I cannot promise sunrise
over massacre scene,
nor unburnished gold
or sterling silver clean.
Stars will reflect red
where moon will demean,
your fairest flesh shine
unfairly unknown, unseen
except by the feral,
the cruel, and the mean.
When I have no more rubies
and hungry times are lean,
will you still bleed for me,
my beautiful, bloody Queen?

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