A valentine for a valentine, loveling. Have Simon Meeks send you something sweet. Leave a review comment for Strangeness in the Proportion, and I will send you a Jane Doe toe tag book mark (genuine toe tag). Just leave the review and email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) your shipping particulars. This is a bribe for a comment, not for the content of the comment. Tell me I suck a bucket of sloth extremities, and I still send you a toe tag. Let’s have some strange love!
Speaking of strange love…get a FREE sample story from the upcoming Weird Romance anthology. It’s like downloading the single before the killer album.
A happy V-Day to all, whether you celebrate it genuinely…or are hip and trash it as a commercial institution…or are double hip and circle back to loving it genuinely despite that (because every holiday is now a series of tweets by the hip telling us why we should loath that particular day…except Halloween…that’s still cool to genuinely enjoy…for now…).
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My short story, “Harlow’s Fairytale” is coming very soon to a Weird Romance anthology near you.
In alternative writing news, today I was fooling around with an experiment at work, to interact with with players via in-character Twitter roleplaying. Many personalities. I had an awkward, teenage love spat with myself. This is always stressful. But the makeup sex is fantastic.
Tonight, I saw Bright September play live, in a darkened room. This is the song I particularly liked, “Sleepless Lullaby.”
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Appearing in a Patrick Rothfuss blog meets my definition of a fine day. The occasion? Worldbuilders! It’s a fundraiser run by Mr. Rothfuss to raise money for Heifer International (they impress me not for being altruistic, but for their competence in their altruism). What is more, Lord Rothfuss has gathered a might confluence of books and related geekery. Donating makes you very likely to win some fine spoils. Giving and receiving meet in a wonderfully impossible alchemy.
But there is only one day left! Things shut down at 11:59pm on the 21st. Get thee there now!
See the remaining auctions HERE.
For every $50.00 donated, I will personally slay one invisible scuttle-goblin. They’ve stolen our car keys and socks, unopposed, for long enough.
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Tonight, I am sequestered in my writing space. This is a quick tour…
(Warning: may contain supernatural cat.)
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My intrepid Christmas vacation journey is a blur of events. Since linear time does not actually exist (a wizard peddling goblin mushrooms in the subway showed me so), chronology…there shall be none. Post-by-post as sense stimuli occurs to me…
After the pirate ship, after crashing the rich peoples’ party, after the little girl threatened me with a doll and a sword, but before I drank my novel in beer form and lost a pound of flesh off my elbow, half-naked on the ice, there was the wand.
Like a good horror movie protagonist, I say, “Alright.”
They have a nifty basement, parts of which would be welcome on a ghost tour, or good for turning night-cams up at your face and screaming on Discovery channel footage of yet another episode where you almost find something. In a little workroom, Matty points to a table full of magic wands. He’s recently taken to the craft of carving them by hand, the unique properties of the sticks he finds guiding their creation (and we get into a little discussion about how creativity is often enhanced by restrictions and complications forcing the mind to problem solve).
“Pick one out,” he says.
Suddenly, I’m in a magician’s shop, in a novel! I give lots of careful, esoteric consideration (the uninitiated would call it indecision). I at first avoid the black wand — it’s just too obvious! — but, as they say, the wand chooses you.
Matty explains how he originally envisioned making the length of this wand a smooth, tapering sort of cone, but a black, rotten vein in the center of the wood caused it to come away unevenly, so he was forced to adapt and give it a more organic texture. I like that better anyway, and a wand with a black-rotten core…well that’s just feeding the mythology my brain is already building around it.
Matty has begun selling them. CHECK IT OUT! There are a few up there now, including one that very nearly chose me. Perhaps it will instead choose you…
I take a cackling mad scientist approach to life. I’m more intrigued with the people and things I help build up, and less about the stuff I tear down. Defining yourself negatively, as a primary MO, is pensive and gritty in the short term, but in the end you’re left with only the shadows and empty space that accumulates in the crawly cracks between all the things you hate, that you stacked up in the DISLIKE pile, pointed at, and shouted, “Me!”
Grave robbing is fair play though.
Need a soundtrack to set the mood for reading strange holiday fiction? Here’s the playlist I listened to while writing “How to Kill Santa” for the anthology, Weird Winter Stories: A Sparrow & Crowe Yuletide Anthology.
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