Oh HAY BOO HAY.
Few bits of biz first.
1 languishing poetry submission. I’m pretty sure is a no.
2 Ghosted pitches so also probs nopes.
1 short fiction sub out.
Y’all remember me yammering about writing classes? WELP I’ve launched it on Patreon and here is how it is workin. If you are a patron, you get it exclusively for a month and then I post it up on Etsy. The first one about writing horror is available now. AND if you drop it in your cart, leave and check your etsy email there’s a fatass coupon too so you can get a few bits from the shop.
I’ve got some some other behind the paywall stuff at Medium. Last month with I think about 24 pieces I made $9.85.
Yers truly has been writing like a mother fucker and playing with new to me shit.
First new to me, I’m dabbling in some New England Folk Horror without a focus on white folks. Harder than it seems. Here is a bite:
She was always like that to me. Spooky. The same way seeing a single deer alone in the morning is spooky. The way she would stand so still, it was easy to not quite see her. Even her posture in those moments was, strangely graceful. Her back was straight, heels planted on the floor and there would be a moment where her body would tilt forward slightly and her head would tilt upwards as if being pulled on a string. I always figured it for one of those bodily tics we all have and that, was what I loved about her so much.
I’ve got a major plan with this piece and I’m fucking with established lore like I do. I’m enjoying putting it together.
Yesterday, I also apparently started a werewolf story. I dunno what it wants to be. Aside from maybe kinda porny.
“And you got me chicken? I’ll get a pitcher of beer since you’re being all traditional with the gifts and whatnot. If you sniff my butt I’ll lay you out.”
Unable to resist he gave her his best puppy eyes.
She cackled, mouth wide open her big black eyes twinkling.
“Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash Sue. “
Regardless of the seriousness of the problem he’d sought her out to help, it felt good to have that kind of easy banter with another wolf. Once the chicken arrived Latisha ordered the promised pitcher and they both tucked napkins into their collars and went to work in companionable quiet.
What am I reading?
I happen to be reading two books, very different from each other and both blurbed by one of my fave people, Mr. Jerry Stahl.
First up I was delighted to get an Arc of Junkie Love: A Story of Recovery and Redemption by Joe Clifford. If you’ve been here a while y’all know I fuckin love me some Joe. It has a new forward and it is really a gorgeous book. I’m almost done with read #2 so y’all will get a full review soon.
Coyote Songs by Gabino Iglesias. Y’all. This mother fucker right here. So I reviewed his other book a while back. AND THEN he had the nerve to release a new book. I’m about a quarter of the way in and y’all…goddamn. Just buy it.
What else is happenin?
I’m trying not to be essaying right now because my brainmeat only wants to do the shit that hurts and I’m just not in the mood to bleed. At least not that kind of blood yanno?
If you are doing Nanowrimo or nano anything. GO GO GO GO.
Whatever you’re up to.
Wreck that shit y’alls!