Madame Gray Proofs For Wormbreath Received

Another short wander down Memory Way, this time to May of this year and a contract, from an anthology with the promising title of MADAME GRAY’S CREEP SHOW. The call had been for original stories — well-written, spine-tingling tales of horror infused with black humor (gallows humor) — and as it happened I had a piece that just might do, so I bit at the bait. Who wouldn’t? The story was one sold once before, to a publication then semi-immediately canceled before it could appear. And so it had languished.

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The tale was called “Wormbreath” and was about a man with a keen sense of humor, but also a failing marriage and a surly daughter — and who, as the story begins, is dead. It’s an earlyish story that I’ve always been fond of, although with a possibly . . . coarse? . . . sense of humor which hadn’t helped it in the marketplace since, until last spring when Mme. Gray bit back.

And now, contract signed, oh, ages ago, the edited copy came back late Friday for my going over. So, doing so and finding very few errors — a really good job! — back it went today.