may 2015

writing

Do you like women, cannibals, or werewolves? If so, I think you will enjoy this short story, Eating the Moon, and I feel reasonably comfortable in saying that most of you like at least one of those things. I wrote this years ago for a friend’s werewolf zine, which I now can’t find online anywhere or I would link to it. It had some good stuff. I’ll keep looking.

eating-the-moon

There are monsters walking among the unsuspecting residents of a remote commune in the Wisconsin woods. Jane knows because she’s one of them. 

It’s 1970. The rest of America is talking about the moon landing and the war in Vietnam, but Jane’s more concerned with local news, like the crooked sheriff who was threatening her friends. 

He’s not a threat anymore, but Meredith, strange and silent, knows what Jane has done to him and where she goes during the full moon. She proposes an exchange of secrets that binds them closer than Jane could have imagined.

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reading

Think of England by KJ Charles

Spies and intrigue and really hot sex in a country house in England – what’s not to like? I would have preferred a little more plot, but that probably wouldn’t stop me from buying 12 sequels if they existed, because I love the characters (particularly Da Silva) so much. Excerpt from my fave scene:

Da Silva looked, for a second, just a touch defensive, not quite as self-possessed as usual, and on the instant Curtis thought that if he wrote poetry he wouldn’t much want people making cutting remarks about it. Especially not stuff like this, which seemed to be dredged up in pieces from the bottom of the writer’s mind. He had no idea what The Fish-pond told him about Daniel da Silva but he felt, instinctively, that it contained something from under the hard exterior shell, something raw, that flinched when touched. 

I’m thinking about getting her Magpie series. Has anyone read it? Or anything else I should check out?

links of the month

heloise in may

small blue hippo with cherry blossoms

Those are fake cherry blossoms, and this was taken inside because she’s allergic to spring. You don’t want to see a hippo with hay fever. So cranky, holy shit man. Outside, the magnolias are blooming, but she wants nothing to do with them.