V. Castro’s Maria Is The Mexican Heroine You Didn’t Know You Were Waiting For
I will be appearing as part of the Creators Track at Spooky Empire in Orlando, Florida, USA, on October 26-28, 2018. Spooky Empire Ultimate Horror Weekend is one of the largest horror conventions in the nation, and this year’s convention has a huge line up of celebrity guests, horror creators, a film festival, live performances, and a tattoo festival.
This year’s Creators Track focuses on horror writers and includes panels, seminars, and signings. Come see me at Cult of Terror, Women in Horror, and Writing is Hard, But We Love It. I’ll also be signing The Dark and Stormy Night, a blind round robin horror story.
Want more information on the Creators Track? I wrote about last year’s panels for The Midnight Society.
Can’t wait to see you there!
Summer camp is bonfires, camp songs, and summer friendships…
Summer camp is spooky woods, monster legends, and the scary things that lurk just beyond the trail…
Or on the trail, like “Blink Fly.”
Jolene Haley is hosting
#SummerofScreams, a writer and artist showcase celebrating the darker side of summer camp. “Blink Fly” follows a camper hiking in Palo Duro Canyon, where the Texas ground cracks open. The canyon is rust red and deep.
Follow the #SummerofScreams showcase for more scary summer camp stories.
Have you met your word count for today, NaNoWriMos?
NaNoWriMo has been rocking along for six days now, and writers are flying on the heady rush of stories pouring out of them while simultaneously worrying when and where they’ll find the time to reach their nearly 1700 wpd (words per day) goal. Wacky sleep patterns are starting to take their toll. Writers are sneaking into corners to tap on their phones or dictating scenes while driving.
This is my third NaNoWriMo and just like Harry Potter in his third year:
“I knew I could do it this time,” said Harry, “because I’d already done it…Does that make sense?” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K. Rowling
I’ve “won” NaNoWriMo twice before, so I know I can get 50,000 words of a story out in 30 days. And I know I’d have a blast doing it. I even have a creepy story idea that wants to be a novel, badly.
But I needed something other than 50,000 new words this year. I’m doing something harder, at least for me. I’m spending my time editing last year’s novel. That means reworking the parts that fell flat before, or which ended with note to myself to “do something here.” It means punching up my ending to something more exciting.
It also means discovering that I really like some of what I wrote last year, and being grateful it’s organized more coherently than I’d feared. I love this story. The main character is awful, and kind of hilarious, and I have the best time writing her. Horrific things happen that make me want to clap my hands. There’s magic there, and the story deserves to be made better. And it feels good to push myself to get better at my craft.
And I have some reward writing for myself, too. I have a spooky short story to finish for submission in December, so that’s my dessert after I do the harder stuff.
Do you have a writing goal this NaNoWriMo? Any tricks for fitting writing into your schedule?
You can find me at Leaves and Cobwebs – reach out and let’s cheer each other on.
The Thornewood Hotel has seven stories and 666 rooms. Sometimes it has grand elevators and a ballroom. The staff mostly keep out of site, but they are watching. The guests come and go…well, oftentimes, they come and stay.
The character Darryl is based on a “food and drink man” who worked with my father, who refurbished hotels. I saw many hotels stripped to the bones while growing up, as my father and his workers replaced floor and wall coverings, plumbing, and electrical fixtures. I saw through hotel walls, into the space between rooms. I saw chandeliers laying splayed on the ground. Hotels are a beautiful facade for their guests. The workers know what lies in the rooms the guests never see.
I’m very excited to be involved with an upcoming event that celebrates horror and dark fiction in all its delicious forms.
W.T. Bland Public Library in Mount Dora, Florida is looking for authors to participate in its first annual “DreadFest,” an event to celebrate the darker side of fiction. The event will focus on horror and other genres that give a creeping sense of dread. Authors must have books available for purchase. The event will be limited to 20 authors.
The event is being planned for January 14 or 28, 2017, at the library. The library has large rooms for presentations. Authors who participate will have their own 6’ table to sell and sign books and other things. The library will promote the event and feed the authors lunch. They will solicit vendors to provide door prizes to attendees, and may even be able to provide some musical entertainment. There is an outdoor pavilion that could be used if an activity is better suited for it.
Since this is a new event, participating authors have the opportunity to help direct the format. The library would love to have participating authors:
· Do presentations on writing or elements of dark fiction (horror, dark fantasy, thriller, paranormal romance, etc.)
· Participate in a horror/dark fiction author panel
· Help judge a micro- or nanofiction writing contest
· Sell and sign their books
· Donate a book to be included in door prizes
W.T. Bland Public Library has held a popular Romance Expo (celebrating Florida romance authors and books) for several years. At last year’s August event, they had 20 participating authors and over 100 attendees.
Bonus: The weather in Central Florida is usually beautiful in January, and Mount Dora is a popular spot for winter “snowbirds” and tourists, so it’s a perfect time to visit and share your scary stories.
If you are interested, email me at LeavesandCobwebs@earthlink.net or send me a message on Twitter at @Leaves_Cobwebs. Hope to see you there!
The Midnight Society – a wonderful collection of horror and paranormal writers and literary folk – is hosting #SpookyAllYear, a blog hop to add a little horror and spooky fun through the year. And today is the first day! Folks posting creepy stuff on the 2nd and 4th Wednesdays of each month will be linking to their site. They like their books a little bloody.
I’m by the lake again today, the lake that I keep returning to. It’s sunlit and lovely, but the rays only go so far into the water, because it is also deep.
Crows are flying over the lake today and calling to each other. You don’t expect to see crows along a lakeshore. This one should be the backdrop for majestic wading birds, frozen as they watch the water for fish. If you’ve watched a blue heron hunt, you know they spear their prey with their sharp beaks, and then gulp them down whole. If you watch closely enough, you’ll see the creature moving in the bird’s neck as it slowly makes its way down. What must the bird feel with something alive wriggling in its throat? What must the prey feel, bleeding to death, as they are swallowed?
The flock of crows means something is dead in the water, just past where I can see. It’s drifted in, and the crows are cawing to warn me away from their meal. If I walk a little further down the shore, I will be able to see it.
I imagine seeing a form, long hair trailing around it, turned so I can’t see its face. Only the head is visible, and an arm, reaching in front of it, the hand floating limply in the water. The form looks vaguely human, but it’s not. There’s something wrong with the shape of the head, and the long fingers extending from too small a hand. Once I see it, I won’t be able to ignore it.
Once I see it, I could walk out into the water to investigate what’s floating there. The water is shallow, and still warm enough to wade in. I would be able to see my feet most of the way, until I got close to the floating thing. But that far from shore, I wouldn’t be able to pull away if something curled around my ankles and pulled me in deeper. Then there would be two things with long, trailing hair floating in the water.
The crows are warning me away, and I understand that it will only be a mystery until they reach it. Once they’ve eaten, once all the creatures that eat the dead have eaten, the thing will be gone.
So there is my choice. Do I walk further down the shore? Or, do I listen to the crows?
This week, I’m spending a few days writing in a mostly empty house on a bluff above a lake. People have passed in this house. I walk the halls with my laptop, listening for them. But all I hear are the waves lapping on the shore.
Sounds magical, like the perfect writing spot, doesn’t it?
Actually, I’m spending time at my parents’ house while a work crew helps clear out the last of the housewares, furniture and trash. There are people working hard around me, and they make bangs and thuds, and sometimes they need to talk with me. I’m doing some work remotely for the day job on my phone, and I’m running errands to take care of house things. And amidst that, I’m writing on a giant porch overlooking a lake.
It’s magical. It’s wonderful to have stretches of time when I can write.
And it’s hard. It takes discipline to make time to write. It seems especially challenging since I’m not used to having this much time available to write. My usual writing schedule is day to day, dependent on family time, work schedules, and whether the weather is too good to miss out on a bike ride to get my body moving along with my mind.
NaNoWriMo puts out a constant stream of support and ideas during November, including prompts for writing sprints. That’s how I’ve been getting myself to focus on writing, rather than the myriad other things happening around me. In between I can make notes of where to go next, write down any additional characters that have popped up that I want to keep track of. And then, it’s on to the next push.
For a writing sprint, you set a timer for 15 or 20 minutes, and then write. No looking at the clock. You let the scene unfold as you go, or work on the scene you’ve planned to write next. You make it something exciting, where something important HAPPENS. It’s amazing how much you can crank out in small bit of time like that. Yesterday, I managed 800 words during a 20 minute sprint, and I had a great time writing about my main character and her bloody shovel.
Best of luck on your journey to your 50K. You can totally do this, you know, whether you’re holed up in a corner at home or looking over the water and straining to hear ghosts. I’d love to hear how your writing is going, so leave me a comment and tell me what tricks you’re using to keep the words coming.
In the movie Crimson Peak, Lucille Sharpe (the dark sister who holds the keys to the family manse) tells the gothic heroine, “It is a monstrous love. And it makes monsters of us all.” Her version of love is menacing and possibly mad, as the best monsters are.
My favorite monsters pursue their victims with a deliberate and threatening drive. In a presentation at the Florida Writers Conference, Sidney Williams posited that a monster is only frightening until you see it, and I think this is true. You know it is there, that it will come, that it is hunting the others. The anticipation is suffocating. You squint into the darkness trying to see if you can make out its silhouette. You wait behind the door with the gothic heroine, the original final girl, listening hard for its approach, desperately wanting to bolt, trying to hold your breath so you won’t be heard.
You want the monster to find her, so the final girl can face it and survive. But the monster is never more threatening than right before that breathless moment.
I’m very glad I went to the Florida Heritage Book Festival and Writing Conference this year. I gained insight into my writing and new ideas for telling stories.
Thursday was a writing critique session. Participants submitted their first 10 pages of a work in early September, and we brought written comments for each other to the session. There were nine of us and the session leader, and most of them were memoir writers. Just three of us, myself included, had submitted fiction. Any reticence I had about not working with fiction writers dissipated when I read my group’s submissions. My fictional characters work through conflicts, interact with other characters with differing levels of success, and (hopefully) grow through their story. Memoirs are stories of the writer doing just that, sometimes in heart wrenchingly relatable ways.
I was lucky to work with such a diverse group. Our ages ranged from a high senior to a couple of self-labeled “old guys.” We came from different parts of the United States and overseas. We had many different careers and life experiences. The alchemy of the group worked. We had commonality in our backgrounds even if the particulars were different. We took different things from each others’ stories, interpreted characters’ motivations differently, and from that we discussed how these nuances made the stories more complex.
We need diverse stories because it opens us up to different experiences. But, diverse stories also show us as writers how we can touch readers in fundamental ways, even if their backgrounds are different from those described in the story.
Friday was the writing conference, and something serendipitous happened during
my first session. Elizabeth Sims, a fiction and non-fiction writer, lead an exercise in a writing method she calls Stormwriting. I’ve used her method before, and darned if a horror story idea didn’t pop up. It was so distracting, I found a gorgeous corner bench to chase down the gruesome little idea through the following session. Now I just need to figure out if the main character is going to get past her little problem, or it will just get worse.
If you live near Florida, I recommend you attend the Florida Heritage Book Festival and Writing Conference next year. And join a writing critique session if you are working on something – the feedback will show aspects of your story to you in new and different ways.