Got up at six am. with the urging of my black cat, who desperately needed fed before imploding. After the proper rituals to appease the Cat Gods, I settled down at the laptop to check my emails and Facebook. My slow, grinding campaign to get Camp Arcanum reviewed garnered me three responses this morning out of perhaps three dozen queries. Not all of those were positive, but the statistics are still better than those for my days of dating.
I got onto Facebook and found that the Wicked Library had just posted their latest Halloween Special which included one of my flas fictions stories “Head Full of Worms.” I then and there listened to the podcast and enjoyed it immensely. You can catch it here:
Nelson and Maddie knocked out of the park again.
Yesterday, had been an early day. We hosted Dana Turtle from Good Day Columbus at The Alley, spending three or four hours playing dress-up and broadcasting inserts for the morning show. Both Dana and his cameraman Edwin were fun and the dynamic between the two characters has me inspired for future stories.
Unfortunately, we will not be putting up our Halloween castle again this year. The last two years, the weather has been too bad to be leaving large expanses of sail-like plywood in the front yard to catch the winds. This year it is simply a matter of time. Both Kit and I have been spending every spare minute at our costume shop; we will not even be done with the last customer before trick-or-treating closes down tonight. But we will be giving out candy to kids and grown-ups alike tonight and doing some make-up work for our patrons besides. Not a bad way to celebrate Halloween.
Of course, we will have a few offerings set out for our dear departed tonight when the veil is thin. For a change, Kit picked up some Gack, one of Alyssa’s favorite things for play therapy. Probably a few shots of Scotch or gin for my parents, and a Smorgasbord for the Dead set out on our mantle for everyone else on Kit’s side.
So, Happy Samhain to all today whether you see it as a time for costumes and dress-up, or a time of monsters and mayhem, or the night when the veil between worlds lifts enough for loved ones to brush by for a visit.
Yesterday was the official launch for Camp Arcanum, an occult comedy of sex, magick and power tools. Tomorrow, an excerpt will play on The Wicked Library podcast. It is a section with plenty of sex and magick, but only hand tools to fill out the novel’s promise. Nelson Pyles does a terrific job reading and presenting it. You’ll never look at moonlit sex magick ritual the same way again.
Check out episode 407 at the link below:
By the way, Happy Equinox to the paganly inclined.
The horror fiction podcast “The Wicked Library” has their second Christmas episode “Chrismassacre II” up online now. It has thirteen short stories by twelve different authors, including me. If you like you Christmas gory, frightening and stark, this is the thing for you. My contribution, “The Last Magical Christmas”, is actually just a little creepy with a tinge of humor. Do not listen to this around small children or high-strung animals. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
I have been very busy in literary pursuits this last week. Post Mortem Press has firmed up their 2014 publication calendar enough to give me a mid March release date for “Camp Arcanum”, my first novel. We are already making arrangements for a kick-off room party at Millenicon which has become our “home” con. Kit has forbidden my making a cake shaped like an undead skinless bunny, so I’ll have to come up with something else that relates to the story. There will most likely be a release party at The Alley Vintage & Costume the next weekend: more refreshments and the opportunity to hobnob with the author. Perhaps I’ll wear my steampunk books so it can be a hobnail hobnob.
Christmas Eve another one of my flash fiction pieces will be featured on The Wicked Library podcast. I will provide a direct link to that when it becomes available.
I will soon have word on two submissions: “44 Lies by 22 Authors” from Post Mortem press and the Christmas Horror Flash contest with Apex Publications. Both are Flash Fiction but great fun to write and then contemplate dreams of micro-fame.
Lastly, the screenplay I had written quite some time ago is moving forward in pre-production, though whether it walks, crawls or makes embarrassing pelvic thrusts, I do not know. Since this is Hollywood, I will be silent to avoid jinxing things, though I might make several evocative grimaces and gestures.