About cemeteryflower

I scribble about monsters and things that go bump in my head.

A little amusement.

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.

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Mission Accomplished

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.

Friday Night at 6 PM

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.

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Precognitive Universe of Emergent Desire Pre-release + Concert!

It’s been a while

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.

Part of a project

I’m happy to say I’ve had another story published. It’s part of a bigger project involving music and fiction. Keep reading below the link for the project’s press release.

Another Limited Rebellion is proud to present a new collection of short science fiction stories inspired by the classic League of Space Pirates series created by Übercorp Publishing in the early 1960s.

Übercorp, which was founded in Richmond, Virginia in the late 1800s, is known primarily for its focus on commercial spaceflight these days, but there was a brief period in its history when it got into the publishing business. In 1963, following its huge success as a pharmaceutical company in the first-half of the 20th century, Übercorp purchased a failing pulp novel publisher and spent nearly a decade putting out its own titles – many of which were focused on the exploits of a band of rakish rogues known as the “League of Space Pirates.”

Since the originals are long out of print and extremely hard to find, Another Limited Rebellion has commissioned fourteen writers with a connection to Richmond to create their own take on the League of Space Pirates universe. Each author researched the characters and story elements from the original stories and also found inspiration in the music of the Richmond-based League of Space Pirates band.

The stories are being published weekly starting today at http://ubercorpbiz.tumblr.com/

Following the complete release online the stories will be collected and published by ALR in both digital and physical formats.

Below are the release dates and the names of the contributing authors:

June 7 – Noah Scalin
June 14 – Rebecca Snow
June 21 – Jennifer Willis
June 28 – Andrew Blossom
July 5 – Bird Cox
July 12 – Justin Poroszok
July 19 – Dean Knight
July 26 – Phil Ford
August 2 – Josh Hockensmith
August 9 – Beth Brown
August 16 – Alane Miles
August 23 – Julie Geen
August 30 – Meriah Crawford
September 6 – Charlie Bonet

For more information contact:
Noah Scalin
Noah@ALR.email
804.321.6677

Precognitive Universe of Emergent Desire

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Stories from the League of Space Pirates universe.

Still February

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.

It’s ALIVE!!!!

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.