ita, I write ghost stories, and I am severely fussy about horror writers. As in, there are maybe three of them I'll read.
"Ghost Story" - to me - is the best horror novel written since Shirley Jackson wrote "The Haunting of Hill House".
Unbefucklinglievable. He hits every note. He just gets it.
And he writes like an angel.
I'm thinking you might love "Shadowland" and "If You Could See Me Now."
If You Could See Me Now was gorgeous and spooky and nostalgic.
I feel like rereading all of his books now. Even though Floating Dragon fricking terrified me.
I feel like rereading all of his books now. Even though Floating Dragon fricking terrified me.
All of them. "Julia" is so chilly and pristine and terrifying, I can barely read it. And "Ghost Story" - oh man. "Could you defeat a dream, a poem, a cloud?"
hiya deb, insent with a question...
Hia all. Does anyone know a good online group for information on nuts and bolts of non-fiction writing - especially book proposals and such. I think I've reached the limits of what I can learn from reference manual; I need group support from aspiring and actual non-fiction writers for whom non-fiction is the primary interest.
Typo boy, this may sound odd, but log onto the sfwa (science fiction Writers of America) site. I suspect they would have lots of good leads. SF writers are deep into real research.
Mart, if SFWA is actually willing to answer questions from someone who doesn't belong to the org, they've evolved since the last time I asked anything there. Of course, that was a long, long time ago.
Allyson, answered - with more, er, authoritative answer hopefully to follow shortly.
cryptic FWIW, my own take is that I recently did that, and that it's purely your call and your choice and your right. But let's get some doubly-sure assurance.
a little nothing of a drabble (not relating to a particular challenge) - based on a dream. Feedback is still appreciated.
Palely Loitering
You're turning aren't you?" It was obvious; gold hairs threading among the black, brown eyes fading to green. The skin had grown paler and more translucent, and begun to emit an odor of violets.
"Yes, I'll be one of the fey soon. That won't stop us being friends, will it?" Hints of birdsong underlay the voice.
"You'll be trying to kill me. I'll have to hurt you with salt and iron, at the least, to prevent that."
The birdsong beneath the words was nightingale sad: "I suppose that IS the way this works. But we don't have to let it end our friendship, do we?"
That is just lovely, Typo Boy.
The drabble itself is very, very good.
This:
The birdsong beneath the words was nightingale sad:
is exquisite.