Cover Reveal–2013: A Stellar Collection

Cover Reveal–2013: A Stellar Collection

1232474_228974277259508_712675402_n Here is this thing that I have been talking about, this thing that has been AEC Stellar’s Anthology, and here is it’s gorgeous cover! Mine is “I Am the Bell Jar,” a story about two mentally ill teens trying to make an unstable relationship work that ultimately ends in tragedy.

It will appear October of 2013, probably before the publication of When Stars Die, so “I Am the Bell Jar” will give you a taste of my writing. I also helped to edit two of the short stories that are appearing. And guess what? The e-book version will be free, so that’s even more of a reason why you should pick up a copy! There will also be a print version as well that you will have to pay for.

So I seriously hope you guys will download a copy because I really want to share my short story with all of you. It’s my first time writing anything literary and will give you a glimpse of where I’d like to take my writing once all my genre stuff is done. This doesn’t mean I’m going to quit genre forever. This just means that I’d like to start writing literary stuff, mostly sick lit stuff about mentally ill teens.

I hope you guys will share this cover on your blogs!

When It Rains: The Umbrella Collection by Prudence Hayes

When It Rains: The Umbrella Collection by Prudence Hayes

I am featuring Prudence Hayes’s book When It Rains: The Umbrella Collection on today’s post. Enjoy!

2 With rain chasing her at her heels and her fear of rain flowing through her veins, Nora is in a downward spiral mentally and trying to grasp onto anything that will stop her. For many years she has been trying to come to grips with her parent’s death in a car crash and a voice that she incessantly hears in her head that announces only evil.

She lives amongst a testosterone-filled family; Pops, her uncles and cousins that have never wavered in their love but are often overshadowed by the darkness that overwhelms her.
With the loss of a friendship, running into the man that killed her parents, and her family confronting her about her issues, all with the sound of the voice echoing throughout, she is brought to the edge of insanity and to her breaking point. Will she win the battle in her mind or will she succumb to defeat?

40732_432570434610_6796170_n I have always been swept away in some story that was floating around and evolving in my mind, but, besides for a few times, hesitated putting them down on paper due to the fact that I was worried what others thought. Those stories and screenplays that were written down when I was younger were secretly hidden from everyone’s eyes. After 30 years, I convinced myself that the opinions of others no longer mattered and it was all about how I felt writing. The creative process can be my nemesis at times, but when it feels right, it is the love of my life.

I am currently living in Philadelphia, PA writing away, but who knows where I’ll be this time next year.


My Acceptance as Sand Hill Magazine’s Webmaster

My Acceptance as Sand Hill Magazine’s Webmaster

614b8ef35a0e9f3697d44563fb18024c About two weeks ago my university’s literary magazine put out a call for a new staff, and because my best friend had done it, I decided to apply for it on a whim–I am very much about doing things on a whim. Before, I never would have imagined joining Sand Hills because the previous advisor of the magazine only allowed creative writing majors, which I thought was stupid because it barred non-creative writing majors who wanted experience with a literary magazine from ever getting that experience. Not all of us who want to work in publishing or do some kind of publishing want to be creative writing majors.

In any case, I wanted to be a fiction editor because I love to edit, obviously, but I was awarded with the title of Webmaster instead. At first, I was incredibly confused because I probably have more editorial experience than the average creative writing major–or average student wanting to get involved in publishing in some way. Also, being a webmaster was my last choice. I’m simply assuming, really, that I have more experience than the average person who applied because I’ve had my own literary magazine for about three years. But I was also probably the only one who had some experience–or extensive experience–in creating websites and making them unique through some sort of logo, even if I’ve only ever done templates.

I get to create a new website though, which is exciting, and I don’t have to create one from scratch. I can just choose some template and go from there. I know I’m going to use Weebly because it has some great templates, and I already have one I’d like to use for the Sand Hill’s literary magazine. Even though I am a Webmaster, I still get to help with deciding which fiction pieces should be chosen, which is exciting in itself. I also still have to put together issue ten of The Corner Club Press. For that, I really just need to add in the bios and contents, go through and check for formatting errors, and send it off to Mariah to check for other errors, and it’ll be done. Then there is a paranormal issue that I want to put together in honor of When Stars Die. 

In other news…

This Thursday I am doing a cover reveal of AEC Stellar’s anthology that is coming out next month, featuring a short story done by me called “I Am the Bell Jar.” There will be other exciting stories two, two of which I had a part in editing. It involves two mentally ill teens and what happens to a relationship when both of them are unstable.

Also, don’t forget about the Rafflectoper giving away volumes 1-4 of Game of Thrones.

The cover art contest is still going on and will be ending on the 25th of this month. So hurry up and vote for your favorite cover art. You will be supporting that author.

And mark your calendars for October 22nd, because that is when When Stars Die will be coming out–first in paperback, which I hope you will buy because the entire cover wrap is gorgeous; next in e-book.

Guest Post: What Inspires You the Most

Guest Post: What Inspires You the Most

936236_564447873606956_1758649304_nToday’s guest blogger is Eric Keys. You can find him here. Enjoy!

What are my sources of inspiration? How do I dream up this crazy shit?

For starters, I’m going to side-step the issue of why I choose to write the crazy stuff I do. I mostly write horror but I sometimes write erotica. Even my erotica tends to be tinged with darkness. I’m not a particularly spooky person. If you saw me on the street you wouldn’t think horror writer.

But I see things, sometimes. Not literally, mind you. I don’t see Satanic Messiah’s returned from the grave, or talking road kill, or demons disguised as shy, bookish girls or strange rituals involving the dedication of ones son to some nameless force of evil.

What I do see is the “not rightness” of the world. I see that the world sometimes is a hostile, brutal place and not the place our movies and churches told us it would be. It gets my mind to working. And suddenly, a thought will pop into my head. “That’s too horrible to even think about.” When I think that thought, I know that I am on to something and then I listen. It’s not exactly a voice, but a stream of images. They pour through my head and I try to catch them. Some of them I like, some of them I don’t, but the orgy of ideas has started. They interact and shove each other. Sometimes they strangle each other, but in the end, the strong survive and rise to the surface. Bloody and tired but proud that they have remained standing.

So, my sources of inspiration are the horrible. Even my theological-erotic writings ultimately come from those haunting questions that keep me awake at night thinking: “This is too horrible, too horrifying, too much”

Specifically, I tend to gravitate toward certain questions or themes. For example, religious/theological questions and the hypocrisy of many “believers.” My (not available online) story “God in a Box” dealt with this. My story “A Single Act of Prolong Vengeance” (included in this anthology) dealt with not only the hypocrisy of religious officials but the way people use religious institutions for perverted ends. I saw people comfortable in their own beliefs. They didn’t see the disconnect between belief and reality. The attempted to justify the unjustifiable. I couldn’t stomach it. So, I wrote.

Another theme I come back to over and over is that of the revelation of hidden, horrific truths. “About a House” –story I recently submitted to an online magazine–deals with the theme of a double life and how our tendency to interpret events often covers up the real, hideous meanings. A minor event–a conversation about a house we passed while driving–was the source. The passenger talked about how she interpreted the house and how she interpreted her past. It occurred to me that there might be more than she or I could see and the idea of hidden knowledge leads to the idea of revelation and then it all just took on a life of its own.

These ideas, themes, questions–they haunt me. They keep me awake at night. They turn my guts over and over until I need to vent them somehow. I do that by putting words to them. The words help me explore these issues. I don’t always come to conclusions, but I need to speak/write.

There is a delight, a rush of sorts, that comes from moving in this realm. I don’t know how to explain it. Suddenly you are aware of things you weren’t aware of before. And maybe yes, maybe then you do start to see Satanic Messiah’s returned from the grave. Maybe that dead raccoon by the side of the road was trying to say something to you. Maybe the shy, bookish-intern really wants to eat your soul (but what a delight it would be to satisfy her hunger!) and perhaps your daddy dedicated you to some nameless force of evil.

You find yourself awake at night, wondering what that sound was. Who would be driving down the road at this time of night? Is there something in their trunk? Or someone? Was that music real? Did I just smell Death? What just brushed up against my leg? Who’s there? Don’t come any closer! Stay back! I have a gun! Oh, god! It can’t be! It’s too horrible to even think about!

And then the word/idea/image orgy starts all over again. And maybe you write something and show it to someone and maybe they nod, knowingly. And maybe they tell you a secret that has kept them up all night. And maybe that dream you had reminded your new friend of some sound they heard once. And maybe you two sing a hymn to some ancient and implacable god, some blasphemy the two of you dreamed up which turns out to have always existed. Those songs are what inspire me most.