|(the view of neighbor's pumpkin patch from my living room window)|
There's something bittersweet about this time of year, especially here so far north in our new home town when the first chill manifests in August. Summers in New Hampshire's North Country are too brief. I've always loved Halloween, dating back to my boyhood lived in the little house in the big woods, when my mother would broadcast the soundtrack from Dark Shadows down our remote country road to spook trick or treaters. I love the particular golden bent of the light when it shifts, the colored leaves and their fragrance. I even love the early twilight. Right around the first of September, my pen gravitates toward the dark, and tales of ghosts, ghouls, and monsters are born. This year was no different -- about a dozen first drafts, as of this writing.
|(River Fire, 2013)|
Throughout the month, I gave numerous interviews regarding "Comes the Rain", my short story appearance in the anthology Wrapped in Black -- to Michael G. Williams and Killion Slade, who both did fabulous jobs. I also enjoyed an audio interview by the fine folks at Great Old Ones Publishing to coincide with the release of my next book, Tales From the Robot Graveyard, which creeps closer to reality. Illness almost prevented me from attending the autumn writing retreat hosted by friends from my Southern New Hampshire group but thankfully didn't, and directly upon my return, we had our pipes and basement insulated against the gathering cold -- another of our upgrades to this wonderful old house.
In two days, I plan to dive headlong into the madness of National Novel Writing Month, in which I and zillions of others across the globe set forth to pen 50,000 words in thirty short days. I tackled NaNoWriMo once before, and successfully wrote (and sold!) my novel in just three short weeks. I hope to have similar success with my new fantasy novel idea, which jumped into my lap and has made me as excited as its predecessor. More so, perhaps.
|(Ozzie, snuggled down in the master bedroom)|