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Like ants in a hill-fire: Friday Update

27 Friday Jun 2025

Posted by amandamblake in A Few Thoughts, Novels, Poetry, Series, Short Stories, Writing

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crystal lake shallow waters flash fiction, editing, from black clouds, may cooler heads prevail, meridian, plague, poem, sacrificial

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News:

My plague poem “Sacrificial” came out in The Cleansing Power of Fire from Infested Publishing on June 21.

“From Black Clouds” comes out today in Kosmos Obscura from Graveside Press. If you buy it directly from Graveside, it’s $1 cheaper, so if you have a yen for some cosmic horror, head here. Storm horror is my jam. It haunts my dreams, so it haunts my fiction.

We’re nearing the end of the opportunity to submit for next month’s Shallow Waters contest, under theme Mystical Listicles, with yours truly selecting the finalists. The sub call ends at the close of June 30.

Works in Progress:

I finally finished editing Tooth & Claw (Meridian Book 7), worked up the synopsis, and sent it in, but I’m kind of ashamed that I kept missing important emails from my publishers while I was struggling to get things done the last two months. I check that email regularly for a few weeks at a time, then stop for a while, and naturally, that’s when the emails were sent. So embarrassing and unprofessional of me—a tragedy of errors. I swear I’m not ignoring emails on purpose.

I’m supposed to work on May Cooler Heads Prevail next, which is a harder and harder story to handle as cooler heads continue to not prevail and actions continue to not have consequences. I can’t deal with this world at all. I don’t know how to function when things don’t at least sometimes work as they should. Maybe Cooler Heads will end up autobiographical if things keep making my brain short out.

Books I’m Reading:

The Fisherman by John Langan
Raising Loki: A Memoir by Elliot Manarin
Haunted Plano, Texas by Mary Jacobs

Things I’m Listening To:

The Blacklist playlist
Reputation by Taylor Swift
The Shadow Theory by Kamelot
Showtime, Storytime by Nightwish

Things I’m Watching:

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
Jurassic World: Dominion
Nefarious
28 Weeks Later
Trainwreck: Poop Cruise
Ocean’s Thirteen

CSI: NY series
Doctor Odyssey series
America’s Got Talent series
Home Town series
Home Town Takeover series
Abbott Elementary series (finished)
Brooklyn Nine-Nine series

Poem of the Week:

smoke on the horizon like clouds pluming to the atmosphere
into anvils with black underbellies with static electricity
smoke on the wind without the benefit of hickory breathe
in the poison particles piercing filters and penetrating cilia
smoke on my mind with a fire in the sky and poison in my blood
scattering in the cells like atmospheric ice released in rain

The mask is my face: Friday Update

14 Friday Jun 2024

Posted by amandamblake in A Few Thoughts, Novels, Poetry, Writing

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alternate history, masque, novel, plague, poem

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News:

None this week. Should have something next week, though.

Works in Progress:

My effort to write and edit a novel in one month continues apace. At this point, it seems doable, but demanding.

Masque reached 60K words last night, and if things go according to schedule, I might be finished with the writing by next Friday-ish. I wrote a lot in my outline so I wouldn’t forget, so I’m having trouble gauging how long each part left will take. But I’m enjoying marking them off as I write them (and not having to figure things out as I go, but my attention/memory is such that each new part is still a recalled surprise). I’m not sure at this point how good anything is, but the words have been flowing and I’ve been having a wonderful time world-building and trying to write Victorian romance in the time of plague.

On the other hand, I really dislike research, which is part of the reason why I rarely do historicals, but here’s me with my second historical in less than a year. Sure, it’s alt-Victorian, so I can fudge some of the details as pertains to the alt and how it might have changed things, but it still requires research. And I’m one of those people who can’t research before I begin, because I do have some working knowledge of the era but don’t know what I need to know until I get to the point that I ask the questions. Don’t get me wrong. I love learning new things. I just don’t like the way it slows me down.

Writing at a 5K/day pace is already tough, but last weekend I pushed it up to 6K words to even out the word count, then also wrote and edited a piece of flash fiction on Sunday (for Flash on the Fly through Death Knell Press, so I wasn’t mismanaging time; it’s impromptu by design). By the end of the weekend, I was exhausted. Mentally wiped.

Books I’m Reading:

Mary Reilly by Valerie Martin
The Tommyknockers by Stephen King

Things I’m Listening To:

Nightwish
Beyond the Black
Kamelot
Hannibal soundtracks

Things I’m Watching:

The Omen (2006)
My Bloody Valentine (2009)
Silent Hill: Revelation
Summer Baking Championship series
The Amazing Race series
America’s Got Talent series
Abbott Elementary series
CSI series
CSI: Miami series
CSI: NY series
9-1-1 series (finished)
Supernatural series
Murder, She Wrote series

Poem of the Week:

under a massive magnolia
with buckeye in one pocket and
smooth flint in the other
red clay dust on soles
and hem of my pants while I try
not to think about bloodsuckers
crawling up my legs or sweat
dripping my back sticky as
end of summer honey
lazy smoke in the air
charred meat and burning gasoline
i cradle a blossom lantern for the shadows

Never early, always late: Friday Update

07 Friday Jun 2024

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

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alternative history, damien, gothic, masque, may cooler heads prevail, novel, novelette, novella, plague, the omen

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News:

Nothing to see here, other than fact that it seems appropriate that I’m finally watching all the Omen movies around the time of Damien’s birthday (which my nephew shares). I’d only ever seen the 2006 remake prior to this (it’s largely faithful to the original and I actually appreciate it more after watching the original), but I wanted to watch the rest of the franchise before tackling The First Omen, which I hear good things about.

Works in Progress:

I finished May Cooler Heads Prevail at 21,633 words. I still can’t say whether it’s a novelette or novella, since it could go either way in edits. I’m really pleased to have that concept story written and waiting for me when I’m ready to work on it again.

I then proceeded to throw my previous schedule out the window to attempt writing and editing a full alternative-history gothic novel, Masque, before the end of the month. I’m doing it to try to make a novel submission call, but also for myself. This story has been with me for years, probably since the mid-2010s. I’ve put off writing it all these years because it was one of those ideas where I would think, I’m not ready for this one yet. I need to cook more as a writer before I even try. I still have stories like that, and I’ve had stories that I tried to write before I gave myself time to cook.

I’m not sure whether I’m ready, but I’m 25K words in and still going strong. It helps that I wrote a comprehensive outline, which I think I will do for every story going forward so I can see where I’m going without having to hold the whole story in my head at all times. I just don’t have the attention bandwidth for that anymore, so my methods have to change. But the timing couldn’t be better, because it occurred to me while I was writing that I would not have been in the best position to write a plague story prior to COVID. I can and have read about plagues, but going through a pandemic answers questions you don’t think to ask and don’t always know where to find the answers.

The other wonderful thing about this story is that I’m going full-out gothic prose, with long sentences and giant paragraph blocks, whatever my heart desires. I cut my teeth on 18th and 19th century literature, and even Stephen King was of a more elaborate and gothic style for his time. The way I think very much resembles how these stories’ syntax was structured. I’ll clean and tighten it up in edits, of course, but it’s been fun letting the style run wild for now.

I’m going for my usual 5K words per day that I try to do for a novel. In theory, banging this novel out is entirely doable, depending on how much longer it is than my initial estimate of 100K words. As usual, we’ll just have to see.

Part of the reason for writing the novel instead of editing Crooked House (Thorns 5) is the frustration that I am still not employed and cannot yet spare the formatting costs. But as soon as Masque is completed, I’ll start Crooked House‘s final edits anyway. I may or may not be able to tackle a short story before the conclusion of a June call, but I can’t promise anything, and the story for it is more undefined than I’d like.

Books I’m Reading:

Mary Reilly by Valerie Martin
The Tommyknockers by Stephen King

Things I’m Listening To:

Pop playlist
The Village soundtrack
Knowing soundtrack
Sacrificium Instrumental Versions by Xandria
Nightwish

Things I’m Watching:

The Omen (1976)
The Exorcist: Believer
Pearl
Five Nights at Freddy’s
Damien: Omen II
Omen III: The Final Conflict
Omen IV: The Awakening

Summer Baking Championship series
The Amazing Race series
CSI series
CSI: Miami series
CSI: NY series
9-1-1 series

Poem of the Week:

no matter what you do
whether you spin the world
off axis
untether sky
from earth
steal worth
from paper and precious metals
stain great lakes red
marry the newly freshly dead
you can always count
on family
to stand with you
at the altar

Get out while you can: Friday Update

20 Friday Oct 2023

Posted by amandamblake in A Few Thoughts, Novels, Poetry, Writing

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body horror, extreme horror, halloween, horror, in the dollhouse we all wait, plague, poem

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News:

After the wealth of news last week, there’s not much this one. I received another really nice rejection and a few form rejections. I submitted some more poems, but sub calls are kind of quiet lately.

Brother and my niece are in town, so that’s fun!

Works in Progress:

I’m editing something that was accepted to an anthology with an as-yet-unannounced table of contents, and I continue writing extreme horror novel In the Dollhouse We All Wait. I should hit 40K words tonight. I think it’ll end up around 70-80K words in the end. I slowed down due to vaccinations, a bad period with really bad period cramps, and now with family in town, but I’ll be back to 5K a day starting Monday and should finish the novel by the end of the month. I’m alternating between loving it and hating it, which is pretty typical, and I think once I clean it up in edits in the new year, I’ll like it more.

Books I’m Reading:

IT by Stephen King
Discount Armageddon by Seanan McGuire
The First Five Minutes of the Apocalypse edited by Brandon Applegate
This World Belongs to Us edited by Michael W. Phillips, Jr.

Music I’m Listening To:

Halloween playlist

Things I’m Watching:

Unfriended
Haunt
Oculus
Us
Get Out
Jennifer’s Body
Cello
Wishing Stairs

Halloween Wars series
Halloween Baking Championships series
Outrageous Pumpkins series
Buffy the Vampire Slayer series
Scream Queens series
Kitchen Nightmares series
America’s Got Talent series (caught up, WTF with that finale)
Good Bones series

Poem of the Week:

A plague came to the house on Sunday.
It started as fatigue, a slow puddling
faint on the linoleum tile, outstretched
arm reaching for the counter edge or
a phone, but the cat settled next to
the slow, kindling fever drooling from
open mold mouth and dribbling from
mucus-thick nose and eyes and ears.
Wake up from fever dream to fever dream,
condensation on windowpanes from sudden
change in temperature, your hot flashes
their own weather system. Cat left,
too hot and wrinkle-faced against the
smell of you, seeping through pores
and from orifice. Gag, retch, vomit,
shit, a new puddle on the floor.
Burning the wick and melting the fat
from the inside out, fever a fire,
and the day outside sunny and bright.
A plague came to the house on Sunday.

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