Ok, maybe I’m not that scary. However, it has been a while since I posted. Ok, over a year. I would blather on about why I haven’t been here, but that would be a waste of words, and I’d feel like I should be having breakfast at Shoney’s. I’ll make no promises to be better about keeping up with the blog. I will say I’d like to and I might try. But I’m just stopping in for a few wee glad tidings.
I had two stories published last month. Don’t get too excited, one was a reprint and one was from my personal slush pile. The reprint was for Killing It Softly 2. They used my story Skin and Bones that had been published a few years ago in Code Z. The new story, Cry Me A River, was published in Pick Your Poison. Thomas Howard had a few kind words to say in his Amazon review. ““Cry Me a River” by Rebecca Snow – A wealthy old man keeps his dead wife’s soul trapped in the tears of patients reliving their saddest moments. Extremely well written, and I had no idea how this was going to end. It’s hard to be unpredictable when writing a short, provocative piece. Great last line.” It’s always a squee moment to find a good review of something I’ve written.
And since I’ve been staring at this page plucking at my bottom lip for a few minutes, I guess I’m done here for now.
Yesterday, I drove 2 hours to see a musical. Not just any musical though. I went to see Evil Dead the Musical. Evil Dead? A Musical? Yes. That’s exactly what I wrote. A show full or blood, gore, bad puns, hilarious songs (my favorite? “What the f*ck was that?” the link takes you to a snippet of it) If you like absolute ridiculous spoofy humor, you’ll love this. If you want to see something serious, don’t go. But I enjoyed it. So there.
Another little bit of information I want to share is that it’s the last two days to pick up Killing It Softly to read on your Kindle for 99 cents on Amazon. If you want a paper copy, you can order that as well. My story “Torn Asunder” appears just after the foreword. It’s an all female horror anthology and full of spooky stuff.
I didn’t hyperventilate, I didn’t pass out. The event was a success for all those involved. No one exploded. There was a young boy running around with light up shoes. He was sunning full tilt towards random patrons, stopping short, waving his arms and running off to look for his next victim. I’m not out in public that often, so I may have found this a little strange. I was fourth in the first batch and my biggest concern outside of hyperventilating and passing out was that the breeze from the open door behind me would show the audience more of me that I intended. I had one hand plastered on the front of my skirt except when I turned pages. I can’t help but wonder if the two young boys standing in front of the stage were making bets to see when it would flip up. They both lost.
I should have posted something about this earlier, but…well…maybe I’ve been a bit sideways lately. I did post a link on the events page, so I’m not a total slacker. Here’s the short of it, I’m reading part of a story I wrote on Friday in front of people, so if you want to see me stumble over my own tongue and perhaps pass out, come on out and watch. Keep reading for more details. I’m not the only one reading, and there’ll be music. Oh yeah, it’s at the Hardywood Park Craft Brewery.
Precognitive Universe of Emergent Desire Pre-release + Concert!
Get ready for a Friday like no other! Our warehouse taproom is open from 4-10PM with a mobile menu by Shamasuki + beer, books, music and more!
ABOUT THE BOOK
Inspired by pulp novels published in the early 1960s, 13 writers have come together to create new stories set in the League of Space Pirates universe.
To celebrate the forthcoming publication from Richmond’s own Ubercorp Publishing, eight of the authors will be reading excerpts of their stories alongside musical performances by Manzara, Get In The Car & League of Space Pirates.
Attendees will also get a first look at the book Precognitive Universe of Emergent Desire and have a chance to pre-order it directly from Chop Suey Books.
Featured authors include Andrew Blossom (I’ve Got a Message for You and You’re Not Going to Like It), Beth Brown (Underground, Richmond Macabre), Meriah L. Crawford, Dean Knight, Alane Miles, Rebecca Snow, and co-editors of the book Phil Ford & Justin Poroszok.
Live music begins at 6PM with sets from:
Get in the Car (6PM) – Retro Futurist Rock / Post Punk Noir
League of Space Pirates – a unique collaborative science fiction universe created by local artist Noah Scalin, creator of Skull-A-Day and current artist-in-residence at VCU’s School of Business. http://www.spacepirate.org/
MANZARA – Post expanse driven kraut psych metal rock
All ages welcome. Last call 9:30PM.
I woke up this morning and checked my email. A few months ago, I’d submitted one of my previously published stories for a reprint anthology, and I’d forgotten about it. Waiting in my inbox, I found a nice little message waiting for me. “Thank you for sending us (your story). We think it is a great fit and would like to publish it.” Makes me want to write more.
At the moment though, a health glitch is being tweaked, so I’m writing little things like this post to keep my fingers from forgetting where the letters are on the keyboard. I’m also working on a collection of my own stuff. It’s in the re-editing phase. Always fun asking myself what I was thinking when I wrote a sentence that makes no sense. It happens more often than one might think. The cover is almost finished except it might need a font change and a blurb or two.
Last month, I went to the Scares that Care charity event. Met a lot of horror celebrities and writers and reconnected with some others. A few of the interviewees from the Isolation Tank were there and a lot of fun to see in person. With the connections I made, I’ve reopened the tank and will be posting more interviews on a somewhat weekly basis if all goes well.
Ok, that’s enough of an update for the moment. I’m slithering back into my editing cave.
Between tornado watches and blizzards, it’s been an interesting month. I did post an entry after what seemed like years (oh yeah, it was) of not having much to say. I had a story published, and I’ve been hunting more authors to interview.
Stephen Kozeniewski was kind enough to interview me this month. When returned the answered questions to him, he suggested that I make an Amazon Author Page. Having been out of the loop for a while, I went searching. Low and behold, Amazon seems to have made it easier to link yourself to your books and stories. Finding that it was easier than I remember (I checked eons ago), I attached myself to as many of my stories as I could unearth. Many of them are a few years old and the anthologies are out of print. Besides being able to link more of my stories to myself, I came across a review I hadn’t seen that made me smile.
Fluffyredfox wrote of my story in First Time Dead, “‘He’s Not Heavy’ by Rebecca Snow: WOW this was my favourite story. Well thought out with a twist I did not see coming. I really enjoyed the build-up and the characters were spot on with great back stories, really all crammed into a small story. Bravo – an author I intend to look up.” In all honesty, it’s one of my favorites too. The interpretations of it are varied depending on the reader’s world view, and I never would have expected some of them.
Another of Fluffyredfox’s reviews was good, but I can’t help wondering what happened to my name? “‘Candy Apple Red’ by : who needs monsters when the real thing walks amongst us, loved this gruesome tale of the making of a carnival fun house.” Things like this amuse me because life likes to make me laugh. I am glad Fluffyredfox liked the story though even if you just have to guess if it was mine.
All in all, the reviews are still decent, and I am still in the batting cages swinging. And so far, I still have most of my teeth. If you’re interested, here’s my Amazon Author Page.
I’ve been planning to write a post for about a month, but every time I sit down to do it, I get more ideas than I want and end up getting a headache and taking a walk. I guess I should give a little background as to where I’ve been for the past year and a halfish. I have been (insert eerie music) nowhere and almost everywhere. Fuzzy brain fogs are like that. When your body decides to go a little haywire and you don’t know why, every ounce of focus and attention gets funneled into figuring out what’s wrong or avoiding it all together, and I’ve had fun with both. While I won’t go into a massive amount of detail, I will say that it’s nice to be able to hold onto a thought for more than twenty minutes again. Not being able to focus on a single story thread or come up with even fifteen percent of the words I wanted to use but couldn’t pick out of a lineup frustrated me to the point of almost deserting my fictional worlds without a backward glance. The tiny sparks of clarity that would flare at the strangest times kept me interested in an attempt to type coherent sentences.
Besides having a brain that wouldn’t cooperate, three of my furry feline friends aged beyond their bodies and died during the year. All three lived full lives. Two were seventeen year old siblings and one was somewhere between twenty-three and twenty-six. With two cats remaining, the house seems awfully quiet. I can’t call myself the crazy cat girl anymore. It’s quite an adjustment.
Why come back now? It’s about time, don’t you think? Two new stories have been published. I’ve started getting story ideas without racking my brain to come with them. The monsters in my head are getting restless. And look out world, I have a lot of purging to do.
First, the good news. I subbed a story today. It’s a tweaked reprint, but it is a submission. It isn’t that I haven’t been working, it’s just that I’ve been involved in other projects not related as much to writing as I’d like. But actually submitting something again does feel good. Bad news, another story that had been accepted had the publication cancelled. But more good news, a submission call showed up that would be a good fit for the story. So I’ll be submitting it as soon as I add at least 40 words and do a readthrough to check for rewrite possibilities. So my fingers cross again as I delve into my scribblings again.
While this would have been more apt for a pre-Christmas post, it’ll just have to do as New Year’s Eve post. My story, “The Secret Ingredient,” was published in Horror Novel Reviews’ Christmas anthology When Red Snow Melts. It’s available for the Kindle and would have made great post-holiday reading, or you can save it for next year. It’ll be waiting…