Return to the Witch City

I've been taking a bit of a breather from submitting things to various markets, and just plain writing things. Some of this might have come from some despondency when a market I'd submitted to had to cancel their project. At least the editors notified me; there was that one time when an anthology I'd submitted to just... disappeared, with no explanation (I did eventually find another market for that story, so its publication history has a good next chapter).

Though I am writing a couple of Halloween-themed stories; I probably won't have them finished by The Big Dark Night, but I will likely have them done for Halloween of next year. My intent is to put these two, plus the orphaned story into a small collection; perhaps by then, I'll have more stories to add and make it a slightly thicker book. Unless, of course, the stories I'm working on at the mo don't decide to turn themselves into even longer tales than I'm expecting. Writing, at least the way I do it, sometimes has some surprising results; George R.R. Martin has classed writers as gardeners (the kind who just write and let the story unfold itself) or architects (the kind who plot and plan and have a blueprint drawn up even before they start to write the actual tale), and I'm very much a gardener, it would appear.

Most importantly! This weekend, October 29th and 30ths (hopefully both Saturday and Sunday, if I can get Saturday off), I will be returning to Salem, this time with the New England Horror Writers, where my two books, Lovecraft ME and Shadows in Salem: Wicked Tales from the Witch City will be on sale among dozens of books penned by the lovely folks in the group. I'm likely to be in and out and around the town, but it's looking to be another wicked awesome event.