Keeping the nose to the notebook
Two months since my last entry? That's unacceptable, though hopefully forgivable. I've been living life and having experiences: Celebrated my birthday and climbed Dungeon Rock in Lynn, MA, one of the creepier spots in the already creepy state of Massachusetts.
Your humble author, not so sure about the vibe on this place
Dungeon Rock, living up to its name.
I've been busy with the business of writing, crafting stories and sending them out. I've had a few rejection letters, but found other possible markets to send the stories off to for consideration. This included about the nicest and oddly most inspiring and weirdly assuring rejections I've had: the editor of a magazine specializing in Weird Fiction informed me that, though they had room for only three stories in this issue, my story made the top ten out of Two Hundred Submissions. Even if I didn't make it, that tells me my creations still have an effect on people, they just need to click with the right editor.
In the meantime, one thing did click with the right editor, and that is my "The Witch Who Blew In On the Storm", a tale of strange powers, human cruelty and protecting family, told against the backdrop of the "No-Name Hurricane" of 1991, probably best known as "the Perfect Storm", which will appear in "One Night in Salem", FunDead Publications' new anthology slated for release at the end of September. This book will feature stories set in Salem MA, on Halloween nights spread out over the nearly four centuries of this spooky city's history. I chose this particular Halloween as it was an odd Halloween for me: it was a dark and story night, but initially, it didn't click with me. I was fourteen years old and in a weird place emotionally (aka. "being a teenager"), and Halloween didn't feel "cool" any more. Methinks what was wrong was, I was the uncool one, and it took a terrible and tragic storm created from a nor'easter and the remains of a hurricane to shake out of that and start looking into the darkness. And this story deals with a lot of that: forces of nature, people pushing the limits to protect family, darkness and fear and the light that returns when the darkness can be pushed back against.
Also, I'll be joining the good folk of FunDead Publications for a poetry reading at the Witch House in Salem for their "Entombed in Verse: An Epitaph for Salem" Readings and Release Party, on August 5th, 2017 at seven pm. I'm very much looking forward to sharing my poem and hearing the others being read by their authors. I'd never thought of myself as a poet, but testing this limit lead to pushing past it and proving otherwise.
Your humble author, not so sure about the vibe on this place
Dungeon Rock, living up to its name.
I've been busy with the business of writing, crafting stories and sending them out. I've had a few rejection letters, but found other possible markets to send the stories off to for consideration. This included about the nicest and oddly most inspiring and weirdly assuring rejections I've had: the editor of a magazine specializing in Weird Fiction informed me that, though they had room for only three stories in this issue, my story made the top ten out of Two Hundred Submissions. Even if I didn't make it, that tells me my creations still have an effect on people, they just need to click with the right editor.
In the meantime, one thing did click with the right editor, and that is my "The Witch Who Blew In On the Storm", a tale of strange powers, human cruelty and protecting family, told against the backdrop of the "No-Name Hurricane" of 1991, probably best known as "the Perfect Storm", which will appear in "One Night in Salem", FunDead Publications' new anthology slated for release at the end of September. This book will feature stories set in Salem MA, on Halloween nights spread out over the nearly four centuries of this spooky city's history. I chose this particular Halloween as it was an odd Halloween for me: it was a dark and story night, but initially, it didn't click with me. I was fourteen years old and in a weird place emotionally (aka. "being a teenager"), and Halloween didn't feel "cool" any more. Methinks what was wrong was, I was the uncool one, and it took a terrible and tragic storm created from a nor'easter and the remains of a hurricane to shake out of that and start looking into the darkness. And this story deals with a lot of that: forces of nature, people pushing the limits to protect family, darkness and fear and the light that returns when the darkness can be pushed back against.
Also, I'll be joining the good folk of FunDead Publications for a poetry reading at the Witch House in Salem for their "Entombed in Verse: An Epitaph for Salem" Readings and Release Party, on August 5th, 2017 at seven pm. I'm very much looking forward to sharing my poem and hearing the others being read by their authors. I'd never thought of myself as a poet, but testing this limit lead to pushing past it and proving otherwise.
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