Big News

I’m pleased (understatement as a rhetorical device) to announce that my first collection of short stories will be published by Trepidatio, and imprint of JournalStone Publishing, in April of next year.

The Cuckoo Girls will include sixteen stories, half original to this collection.

Trepidatio has published not only some of my favorite writers, but also some of my favorite books of the past few years. Not only that, they produce beautiful books. Just look at a few of their pretties:

Pictured above:
Kate Jonez’s Lady Bits, S.P. Miskowski‘s Strange is the Night, Gemma Files’s Spectral Evidence, Gwendolyn Kitse’s The Rust Maidens, and Sarah Read’s Out of Water (coming in November). all beautiful covers for wonderful books.

Can you blame me for being excited?

New Short Story

I am happy to announce my story “Mother Sylvia” will appear in the forthcoming Nightscript V from Chthonic Matter. As a reader, the annual October release of this excellent collection of strange tales is one of the highlights of my year. As a writer, I’m delighted to have a second story included in the pages of N. (“The Cuckoo Girls” appeared in Nightscript I.)

No small part of my—I’m running out of synonyms for joy, happy, thrilled, over the moon, squee, etc., so fill in the ____ here—is due to the outstanding company I get to keep as a Nightscripter. Here is the TOC for the 2019 volume, as announced by CM Muller (Hidden Folk, Synth):

“Mother Sylvia”— Patricia Lillie
“The Brambles”— David McGroarty
“American House Spider” — Shannon Scott
“The Plague Victim” — Samuel M. Moss
“Sometimes We’re Cruel” — J.A.W. McCarthy
“The Orchard” — Sean Logan
“Mr. and Mrs. Kett” — Sam Hicks
“Jason’s in the Garden” — Simon Strantzas
“The Parchment Thief” — M.K. Anderson
“The Border”— Dan Stintzi
“Sin Deep” — Tracy Fahey
“Paradise Point” — M.R. Cosby
“The Surgeon” — Mary Portser
“The Surrey Alterations” — Charles Wilkinson
“Eternal Roots of Lane County” — J.C. Raye
“Wed” — Brady Golden
“The Valley” — Casilda Ferrante
“Sitting Shiver” — Adam Meyer
“One For the Wolf” — M. Lopes da Silva

If you’re unfamiliar with this excellent journal of the weird and darksome, check out the previous volumes—along with a Special Bundle Offer for the print editions—here. (Kindle editions also available).

Still on the fence? Don’t just take my word for it:

Nightscript V will be available October 1, 2019.


Before you go, over on his Real-Time Reviews blog, Des Lewis is currently reading and reviewing Twice-Told: A Collection of Doubles. Read along here.

Out with the Old, In with the New

I’ve been sporadic (to put it mildly) about blogging. It’s a new year, but I’m going to skip the good intentions and promises to do better this year. However, it’s traditional to look back and look ahead when the calendar turns over, so in an effort to prove I can do traditional, here goes.

Night view outside the Adam and Eve, reputed to be the oldest pub in Norwich, England.

In 2018, I wrote some new short stories and submitted stories both new and old. Rejection occurred (of course), but two were accepted (more on that later). Definitely one for the win column.

I left one job and found another. Big win. In between, I worked three days at a Dairy Queen, but that’s a story for another time. A time with alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

I went to Europe twice. Norwich remains a favorite city, and I’ve added Düsseldorf to the list. How can this be anything but a win?

The publisher of my two novels, The Ceiling Man and Ghosts in Glass Houses (by my much nicer alter ego, Kay Charles) stopped accepting and publishing new books. However, they didn’t completely close-up shop, and both books are still available. This makes me much luckier than the many authors whose books lost their homes in the shuttering of too many publishers last year. (Note: The Kindle version of Ghosts is on sale in the US for 99¢ through Wednesday, January 9th.) Not a win, but not a total loss either.

In Düsseldorf bin ich als die Katzenfrau von Maya bekannt.

Tantor Media offered me a contract for the audio rights to The Ceiling Man, and I gladly took it. A win.

I remembered to get my flu shot. Another win.

There were a few more ups and downs but overall, despite horrible happenings in the world, my little corner of the universe wasn’t so bad. I’ll take it. And I am grateful to all who helped make it a good year.

Looking forward to this year, I’m excited.

Tantor’s audio edition of The Ceiling Man is scheduled for release on January 29th. (As I write this, the cover image at that link is a placeholder.) It should be available through Audible, Amazon, iTunes, and all the other usual audiobook outlets. It may even show up in Overdrive or Hoopla—check your local library.

A restaurant window in Cologne. Yes, we ate there.

On February 22nd, C.M. Muller’s new anthology Twice-Told: A Collection of Doubles will be released. It includes my story, “Zwillingslied.” I’ve read the proofs on this one folks, and it’s not to be missed. Twenty-two original takes on the doppelgänger theme and all of them wonderful. (Well, at least 21 are. Not so sure about that “Zwillingslied.”)

Sometime in 2019, date to be announced, “That’s What Friends Are For” will appear in David Longhorn’s Supernatural Tales. This weird little haunted house story has netted me the best rejection letters ever. The kind you read to make yourself feel better when the writing isn’t going well. (Yes, that sort of rejection letter does exist!) I am so glad it’s found a home and a wonderful home at that.

The first thing I did in 2019 was pull out a piece of knitting I started on June 8, 2015 and put away a month later in frustration over what turned out to be an error in the pattern.

You could point out all the errors (mine—the pattern’s been corrected) and half-assed fixes, but please don’t.

I intended to unravel it and use the wool for something else. Instead, I decided to finish it. It was complicated enough that I couldn’t listen to an audiobook or watch a movie or otherwise multitask while working. Which made it a contemplative experience. Which is not necessarily good thing for a pathological over-thinker. (Okay, I will make a New Year’s resolution: No more introspection for the next 365 days.)

Somewhere along the line, with all the unknitting, ripping out, and reknitting, the mistakes I tried to fix and those I decided to ignore, and the hole that appeared while I was neglecting and avoiding it, the thing became a metaphor for my entire life.

After three and a half years, I finished it.

And I’m going to wear the hell out of it, badly applied patch and all.

Happy New Year all.