I don’t need your idiom.

***** Every morning, right upon waking, I have a little routine. I check my fingertips, especially the fingernails. I know what you’re thinking. It’s peculiar. No, wait. That’s not what you’re thinking — You’re thinking it’s flat-out weird. I’m weird. But don’t we all have our own little rituals upon waking? Mine can’t be the … Continue reading →

38 Publishers Open To Horror Novel Submissions (late summer 2017)

I know I’ve not been blogging much at all over the summer (apologies to my blogger buddies, too, for lack of response on my end), but I’ve been working quite hard on the horror novel, and I plan to have the first draft finished by mid-August just before school begins.  Anyway, I promised myself that … Continue reading →

It’s the Little Things (flash fiction)

Eleanor Sutton, PhD, had been at Bakerfeld College far too long. Twenty-eight years to be precise, not including the years she’d been an adjunct (three course load at Bakerfeld, four at a for-profit, two at a prison where she taught inmates how to diagram sentences, and none of it would cover the various debts her … Continue reading →

We Knew What We Didn’t Want To Know

The dorm room was smothering in the Georgia heat. It was about the size of the average truck trailer and undoubtedly just as hot. Outdated wooden furniture. Twin beds on each side. Just enough room to sit or lie there and cook. A fan would do nothing but blow hot, muggy air around, but at … Continue reading →

Pop Culture Summering

Too much going on over the past month. Too much and, still, far too little. Just got back from a trip to my old college haunt, Macon, GA. Waiting for the roofer co. to call me back, but here in Florida, everyone has a leaky roof during the storm season. My current goal is to … Continue reading →

Let’s Insult the Little Lady, Shall We?

Bit of a rant today, so apologies in advance here. This kind of shit is going into my scene writing for my novel, so, if anything, it makes for good material I suppose. Anyway, something that my aunt and I were talking about just the other day reminded me of a posting a friend of … Continue reading →

Habits (flash fiction)

The first thing that struck Jillian when she woke was the gnawing scrape of a chill all over her body. The second, the fact she was naked in a bathtub filled with nuggets of melting ice. She gripped the edge of the tub with a slick, shaky hand. The other was trapped flat behind her … Continue reading →