It's that time of the year again.
Yes.
Time to write horror. Now while there are a few among the wisdom who find this an easy task and slide right in, there are just as many who resist and deny. Why? Of course it's out of your zone. It's uncomfortable. That's the point. To try your hand at something different and have some fun with one of the most celebrated days of the year.
Seriously, think of your story as a costume. You conceive, try it on, wear it, and get to take it off again. But what fun it is to play at something. So here is the earnest request to all those 'Bats out there who are pretty sure they're shanking this contest -- GIVE it a try. You may surprise yourself, and if not, what do you lose? Remember...the more the merrier. It's true even with horror.
How are you prepping for this year's annual horror contest, Phantasmagoria? Movies, walks through cemeteries, rereading your complete works of Edgar Alan Poe?
The official announcement will be up shortly.


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I haven't even thought about it yet this year, but I will. It's such a riot to see everyone's macabre, gruesome side!
I do write a Halloween column every year. This year it is on Halloween-proofing your house.
Perhaps he's reincarnated and is on Gather somewhere.
Perhaps he's in this group.
Perhaps he hasn't written anything scary yet.
Perhaps taking a chance on Phantasmagoria will free a nascent horror writer.
I can't wait to read your entry Rand.
I truly do have a perverse streak in me. I'm heading into a period where I have zero time, so this is when I decide it's time to start writing? Sheesh. One thing -- the graphic novel should be fun. Mostly I just have to come up with dialogue and brief vignettes. I don't have to worry about putting readers into the scene. That's the artist's job!
Every year since then I've tried to do something I've never done before. Small things, huge things but something new.
Um, did I enter this last year??? I don't remember. LOL ;o)
It's pretty much been all sweat for me lately...
history of blood
Later.
Pray for my students.
Sounds like she ready to work on her entry with zombies, too.
Wanda, I love that you try so many new things. Sometimes I'm in adventure mode, but most of the time, notsomuch. Judi considers me one of the most recalcitrant, reluctant, curmudgeonly writers on the planet. Ken can tell you how often he's recieved a contest entry from me that's accompanied by a message that essentially says "Here's your damn contest entry and I hate it and I hope you choke on it and now leave me alone."
And yet, every single time, I find myself having fun with it! I'm only up so early today because the glimmer of a tale woke me up at 7 AM. There's something about the Phantasmagoria tales that freak me out. They tend to slam into me full blown and demand to be written. My first one, I was literally standing in the middle of the pool when the character showed up, and insisted on having the story told RIGHT NOW. I didn't even stop for a towel. I wrote it in 20 minutes, soaking wet.
Maybe I'm a latent horror writer who just doesn't know it yet. Maybe all the rest of you are as well. I know for sure Rand is going to mop the floor with us, since this is totally his genre, but we can give him a run for it!
Lisa, just keep sweating and one fine day inspiration will follow. I've taken to thinking of inspiration in terms of a Parisian woman. She's independant, wise and generous, prone to flirting with strangers, amoral and passionate, and hasn't a clue what it means to be on time for anything. When she finally does show up, she's dressed in an utterly brilliant outfit you never would have imagined putting together, but that works fabulously, she takes you by the hand and hauls you off to some darling bistro you didn't even know existed, and talks you into doing something that leaves you breathless, exhausted, and sated. You can spend a lifetime wooing her, but you'll never possess her. And that's just fine because the chase is more exhilarating than anything you've ever done.
Ok, off to find coffee, and make some notes before my horror tale disappears! HAPPY FRIDAY!!!
Called off again. Figured there's no point in going in on a Friday. I'll play catch up next week. In better health. Feel pretty good at the moment, though I noticed morning's haven't been so bad. It's mid afternoon that I start dragging. Good news is the cold is...well, loose. Gross, I know, but stuffiness makes one feel far worse.
Oh, and if anyone's interested, I uploaded more vacation pictures to photobucket, as my non-Gather friends were having difficulty viewing them here. There are a few different shots. It's how I entertained myself while I was off yesterday. Cruising on a Sunday Afternoon
Now, a moment of silence for Jamie's students.
I hope you feel better soon.
Mike, I don't believe you. About the horror, not the pub request. Spectacular photos, majestic. I adore black and white photography.
A million errands and chores await me. Off to at least slay some of my dragons. Be back. Keep up the incantations and general chatter.
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And it was 30 degrees this morning. 30! That's just wrong. And my allergies to snow are sure to start acting up tomorrow. *goes into anaphalactic shock
I don't have any horror ideas yet, but I'm sure something will come to me. Looking forward to the contest. I got a shiny metal last year. Yay!
I'd congratulate Mike but it's hard to do when I don't know what it's for. So, bleh! *sticks tongue out
I'm so glad I'm done with edits. Now I can do what I really want to do. WRITE!! Jeez, I'm having tweaky withdraw symptoms. Haven't had my "fix" in weeks. I hope the muse is in a cooperative spirit this weekend.
Off to discuss skin and hair. More fun than you can shake a stick at.
Nothing to congratulate me for other than knowing a publisher or two but that is hardly congrats worthy.
John, Charlotte is adorable! What a gift.
Pat, that is down right off putting about the blogs. Cuz the good lord knows were all rubbing our hands as we watch the money roll in from blog tours. Geeeezzzz.
Poor over worked Jamie. Have a nice nap. I was promised Sed's Pariah by Halloween, I believe. Grinning from ear to ear.
Yes, I'm avoiding the question. What of it? Suspense? I can do suspense. True, blood chilling horror? Um, not so much. I'm a wuss. And we'll leave it there.
I went to help DD pack some last night and ended up loving up on PP and a friend's one year old. Oh my job is so difficult!
One shower scrubbed, two loads of laundry in progress, DD's room rescued from having to call in FEMA, and off to run the slew of errands.
The problem with horror is there is no HEA. I'm all about the HEA.. smoothes out the not so nice stuff. grin We'll see. I'm not promising anything. Wasn't going to do DB this year either, then the idea hit me in the bath. Sorta like Pat's pool experience... except I dried off.
I'm off to find some trouble to get into.
Good news. The bank that held our home equity line decided to bribe us to close the account and the check arrived today -- yay! In meantime, a hometown bank would love to get the same business from us at the same rate. Works for me.
Vivian, I'd be really surprised if the wombats did not cover a broad range of tone and emotions in their upcoming entries for the contest. Should be great fun and help to stretch those writing muscles.
James, sounds as if you've got a great weekend planned! Hope you're headed someplace fun!
Wendy, what a lot of work that sounds like!
I'm with Beaker. Contest admins need to create an alternate ID for Roger Wombat to be used for contest submissions. Easy enough to share the login and email address.
It's nap time. I've been editing my brains out (no, this is not a zombie story). I've managed to drop into the 98K word range, with a hundred or so pages to go. Wendy, you'll be relieved to know the bathtub scene survived, mostly intact. I'm heading into the most complicated sensitive scene in the MS, and I need a rest before I climb into that morass. I'm pretty sure there are extra hands and elbows in that section. I've been afraid to read it.
Later my dears and darlings!
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Spring, lilacs grow in mountainous bushes, very smelly. Hyacinths are often planted en-mass and they'll knock you off of your feet color and smell wise.
January, February, Camilla blooms, and they have vibrant color and a nice scent..not knock your socks off though. Gardenia and Jasmine bloom March-May-ish in CA. Those are white, but knock your socks off smell.
In France there are fields and fields of roses for the perfume trade, I'd guess those would be at peak June through August.
Hope this is some help.
I cleaned out my bedroom closet today. Some pieces of clothing older than the teenagers you guys have. And lots of blacks and browns. I must have tossed a dozen pair of black pants. Also have a stack for Goodwill. I can't wear those size 8s anymore. And when did I ever wear size 4 or 6???
*yeah, right.
Lilacs come to mind...
Lots of night blooming stuff is fragrant. And of course, gardenias have lots of fragrance.
Back to editing. If I can get through this scene, I'm rewarding myself with wine!
Seems plausible Pat.
Of course, the login should be agreed upon by the Wisdom. Any suggestions?
Do I dare say gender neutral, or initials instead of a first name with Wombat as a surname? E.g., X.X. Wombat
:)
Man, I'm tired. Fridays always wear me out, but my lack of sleep is definitely catching up with me. I'm going to try to stay awake until 8 or 9 and just go to bed early.
My sunrise alarm clock arrived today. I'll have to try it out this weekend and see if it works. My house looks like some pigs moved in while I was editing. Dishes everywhere. My land! I'll get an early start on cleaning tomorrow. Or some writing. I think I know which will win.
Brian's Muse is on its way to Canada. $26 to mail a manuscript to Canada. Holy TOLEDO, Batman! The postman guaranteed it would be in print and a best seller. I just laughed.
Grilled chicken pizza for dinner. LOVE chicken pizza. Mmmmmm. Didn't have a clean pan to cook in, so stopped for pizza. I told you my house was a disaster.
If they publish me, I reserve the right to retract that statement.
This ends my regularly scheduled tirade.
- Warren Adler, author of The War of the Roses, Random Hearts and other novels.
Three days of them. So friggin' cool!
Sorry about the cat,though.
Anyway, it seems pretty harmless to me. You can complain about manifest destiny in space, but you know others will be staking their claims and exploiting the resources. It might remind you of pigs at a trough, but that's how pigs get dinner.
Any other perspectives?
Finding water on the moon opens up the possibility of long term stations and all the advantages that near weightlessness brings for experimentation, especially in some areas of drug and materials research. Also with the presence of water in sufficient quantities colonization becomes less of a whiteboard theory. And opens up the ability to build launch facilities on the moon eliminating many of the fuel/weight issues due to Earth's gravity.
There was a desk under all of that junk, who knew? I can't find the insurance checks for the work that's slowly being completed. Blank stare. I thought for sure it was tucked in my desk. All crooks and crannies have been cleared, and no checks. Filing cabinet is next
Beth, I found things which have been lost for 10 years in my drawer. Just sayin. hehe
Break and then off to tackle the cabinet. If that doesn't work, I'll have to call defeat and call the insurance company. Oh, that sounds fun.
And Winston is still on the bubble. The first time I wrote him, I didn't know he was going to die until I got there. Same this time. Live or die? Decisions, decisions.
I've caught reruns of past seasons here and there, Pat, but have never watched a full season. Sorry to hear there were other beotches on the show. Daniel is a sweetie. And I love Mo, purple's partner. He's too nice for his own good. His strategic utilization of a 50 pound weight sounds like a great idea. And I think I've missed another episode, haven't I? I'll never get caught up.
P.A.L.
Now that I've caught up on mindless TV, I guess I can write for a while. Tomorrow is Saturday, after all. Sleeping in is OK.
night all
'Nitey-nite, 'bats.
Snow? Inconceivable!
Talk amongst yourselves...