I’m loving the opportunities coming my way! Not only am I writing for Stench Radio Magazine, I’m going to be writing a story for an anthology hosted by one of my favorite authors!! Also, I got the green light by editor Hannah Neurotica to submit a story for the magazine Ax Wound, the world’s first feminist horror zine for all horror fans. On top of all of that, I’m writing my anthology to be finished this fall.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been able to pick up on some reading. The first book I read was Hell, Texas, by Tim Miller. If you like Edward Lee type stories then this is for you! Enough blood and guts to make any gorehound cringe.
The other book was Echoes by Michael Bray. I’m a sucker for ghost stories, and this one did not disappoint. Echoes is the second out of the Whisper trilogy, and I can’t wait to read the third when it’s published.
Great job, guys, and I’m excited to read your upcoming books!
I realized that I haven’t updated my blog in a while. I know…naughty, naughty! But man…my life is chaotic right now. So much homework and things that just can’t wait until tomorrow are piling up. How did this happen?! Oh yeah, that’s right. I’m a mom, a full-time employee, an almost full-time student, a reader, a writer, and an awesome woman that wields a sword of badassery. That’s a serious resume, yo!
So, yeah. All in all, I’m great. Am I writing, you ask? I have to hang my head in shame on this one and say I haven’t written a word in a few days. This is the part that totally sucks. The only time I get to write is the evenings, and by that time I’m an overtired, sluggish bag of poop. I love school and all, but I’ll be sooooo glad when summer starts. Taking 3 classes in 1 semester was not a good idea. However, I’m right in the middle of it, so I can’t give up. My grades are pretty good, too, and I can’t complain that my hard work is paying off.
On another note, I will be announcing my entry of The Stranger in the new Stench Radio online magazine that is launching NEXT MONTH!!! I will be posting a link to it and keep you updated, of course.
I’m going to try to make a better effort in keeping up with this blog. I need an escape, and I allow life to get in the way of my goals far too easily. That needs to stop a.s.a.p. We’re all allowed to feel crappy once in a while. However, staying in the pits of depression and unmotivated drive is what kills you.
Here is an excerpt that I wrote recently for a writing challenge. The original story is only 805 words, and I may lengthen it for my anthology. I hope you enjoy it!
Her eyes remained shut as she rolled over on to her back and allowed him to position himself on top of her. Insecurities drained away with his every move. She reached out to touch and explore his body and noticed there was a long scar-like line going from his chest to his navel. It began to open, and inside the scar hairy bristles began to protrude. Her arms were forcibly thrown above her head. She wanted to scream, but her desire to be physically taken by the stranger kept her voice silent. He noticed that she wasn’t going to fight, so he lessened his grip. Her hands followed his arms to his chest. The opening widened even further. Beneath his ribs was coarse hair that pulsated outward from the cavity. His human skin wrinkled and retracted. Bloody mucus surrounded the hairy beast that landed directly onto her stomach. The human man was no longer as the demon landed on her pelvis. All she could feel was passion. She didn’t care what it was as long as it fulfilled her womanly desires.
As she writhed in ecstasy, the beast stood on her stomach and gazed upon her chest. It heard her fast beating heart and drooled in hunger. Black claws reached down and scraped her milky skin. She couldn’t wait any longer. She finally was allowed to open her eyes to gaze on her mysterious lover. She found the bushy devil with its arms raised above its head. Before she could let out a scream, it sunk its stubby paw into her chest. Blood spurted from her mouth as the thing searched for a slippery piece of meat to grab on to. Its yellow eyes widened, and its fang-filled mouth curled up in anticipation. With a sudden jerk, it pulled out her heart, and she gasped her last breath. In her last seconds before the darkness, she saw the beast stare into her teary eyes and grinned as it took a huge bite and gnawed her organ. And then it was black.
As he finished his wine, she reached out her hand for his glass.
“Want some more?” she asked coyly.
“I don’t think so. I’m starting….to feel a little….dizzy.” Stephen’s head began to shift side to side, and his eyes began to droop.
“One more wouldn’t hurt.” She studied his expression. He tried looking around, but his head rocked back and forth.
“No. I sh-sh-shouldn’t.” She watched him moving in and out of reality. Stephen’s eyesight went from dark to light to dark again. He couldn’t fixate his gaze.
Melissa sat up straight and let out a sigh.
“It’s the rohypnol, darling. I can’t have you awake. Not for what I’m about to do to you.” She brushed his dangling hair from his eyes and then gazed out into the living room with a dreamy-eyed smile.
“You were perfect. No friends, just moved here, slowly moving up in the world. A real catch. I would’ve been crazy to let you get away from me.” She looked over and noticed he was trying to say something. She leaned in closer to his mouth, and he only had the strength to utter one word.
Stephen dropped the glass on the floor, and his grasp on reality was forever gone. She leaned in and observed him to make sure he was completely out.
“Helloooo? Anybody home?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. Nothing.
She closed in and whispered in his ear. “And I believe you…are…out.”
She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, picked up his glass, and went to the kitchen to clean up the leftovers. Even through his unconsciousness, she carried on her conversation.
“I was really hesitant to invite you over so quickly, but you just had a humble air about you. You had all the characteristics I look for. Young, naïve, eager. I knew you wouldn’t say no to me. Most guys like you don’t.”
I honestly don’t think I have what it takes to write mysteries or sci-fi. I’ve read some crazy stories in my past and think, “How did they come up with THAT?” Some of the stories are so intertwined and confusing, yet make so much sense. And I’m not talking about Nancy Drew here. It makes me wonder if mystery writers have a streak of criminal in them. Or that sci-fi writers are from another planet to come up with some of the stuff I’ve read/seen. Well, I tip my hat to you, mystery and sci-fi folks. You’ve officially blown my mind.
I know a myriad of issues will arise when you’re writing stories, and I’ve come up with one just last night that hit me like a lightning bolt. My idea of description and setting totally sucks. I’m not ashamed to say this at all. I think as someone who is trying to “perfect” a craft that will be sent out into the masses one day, it is vital for me to admit my faults up front and be honest. So, that’s it. My little epiphany today is that I need to learn how to write better description and setting. I figured this out last night when I was editing my newest short story called “Leftovers.” (It’s a nasty little tale. I think you’ll like it when it’s done.)
One of my goals for 2014 was to get published with my first anthology, but maybe that should be put on the back burner for now. I’m beginning to believe that I need to study my own style and work on my weaknesses. Definitely not a bad goal. As much as I had hoped that 2014 would be the year, I can still hope for 2015. However, it is only January, and my skill could sky rocket just within a few months. I just won’t press myself for a deadline and see where this year takes me.