Guess What Came in the Mail…

Crooked Little House

Crooked Little House comes out on Tuesday!

I’ll be doing a giveaway on Facebook, and you have to be a fan of my author page to enter. Swing by and show me some “like”; giveaway details to follow once I climb down from this cloud.

It’s finally here. I’m finally a novelist.


Brave New Novel

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This is it.

My novel is DONE.

What you’re seeing here is my baby, all dressed up and ready to go. I’m lucky enough to have a good friend editing (and as an indie, helpful friends are EVERYTHING); this is the copy I’m giving to her tomorrow.

The formatting is arranged. The cover is designed. I feel like it’s a good, clean copy.

This is happening.

IT’S ALMOST HERE, YOU GUYS.


Horror’s Not Dead

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…is it?

I like to read horror novels (shocker, I know). They’re my favourite night reads, nestled under the covers and with a hot cup of tea on the nightstand. And though I don’t read horror exclusively, it’s fair to say that as one honing my writing craft, I tend to focus on my own genre.

So I went to Chapters the other day, looking for a few fresh reads to see me through my week off from DayJob. I beelined to the horror section, which has recently been relegated to the far back corner.

There used to be a whole horror aisle: shelves on both sides piled high with scares.

Then horror was squeezed to one side of the aisle, with a shelf or two of overflow on the other.

But now it’s dwindled even more. The horror section is now being encroached upon by true crime, and sports some unsettling bare spots to boot.

What happened? In my personal life alone, I know a handful of horror fans. I know more online (and I’m lucky enough to interact with a number of them, here and through Facebook). I know we’ll never be as big a market as, say, romance, but come on. It was 75 percent Stephen King and the rest was mostly stuff I’ve already read, by a very few authors.

Is it the paper book itself that is suffering, accounting for that tiny sliver of (physical) shelf space? Is it the genre? There are new horror movies out all the time; it can’t be the scares themselves. So what gives?

You’re here, and that almost certainly means you’re on Team Spooky. So where the hell is everyone else?! Should I feel excited at the apparent lack of “competition”, or should I entertain this soul-crushing doubt that tells me the good ol’ days are over?

If you’re out there, speak up! Come say hi! Tell me you exist! Us weirdos need to stick together.


The Blanket

I’m not exaggerating when I tell people it’s like Halloween every day in this house. Some people have an abiding love of angel knickknacks. Some collect fine porcelain. Me? If it has a skull on it, odds are it will find a place in my home.

That being said, it’s not all gloom. There’s a sugar skull, embellished and dainty. There’s the vodka, the cut-glass bottle gleaming like crystal.

And now there’s this:

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It took me about four months, during which time I had to teach myself to crochet. It weighs a ton, and the colours are even more eye-searing in real life. It’s gaudy and kitschy and I’m so damn proud of myself for finishing the thing.

And now that winter is kinda, sorta finally here, I plan to spend my lazy Sunday afternoon curled beneath this Technicolor monstrosity, book in hand and coffee at the ready.

(To give credit where credit is due, I stole the idea from Granny Mania via Pinterest. But those 630 squares? All me, baby.)


IT’S ALIIIIIIVE!

…by which I mean, I’m alive. How the time flies when you’re slacking off on your blog.

Sorry ’bout that.

So. Uh. Long time no see. Since the last time you saw me, we’ve welcomed a new niece into the world. I’ve started a new DayJob (same company, but I moved on up to the fourth floor). Oh, and I wrote my first novel. It’s still in the roughs, but as we speak I have a real, live, full-length novel sitting on my desk. It’ll be out in the next month or two.

I’ve done some deep thinking about where I want my writing career to go, and about what that looks like, in terms of the day-to-day. I think what made the blog fall apart before was that I was focusing so hard on new content that the actual writing stopped. It stopped for a long time, actually. Completely. Cold. I have never felt worse about myself; conversely, while I was writing the novel this past Fall I was the happiest I’ve ever been.

So, a balance. A fresh start. I have no idea how often I’ll be blogging; I have zero schedule in mind. Because at the end of the day, the effort needs to be about the writing, not the talking about the writing. That being said, I think I can pull off more than once every two years, if I hold my tongue just right. Who’s with me?

 

-Stef

 

 


The Shibing

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(via tumblr.)


This Week in Sniderville: 22

It’s been a while, yes?

I feel a little rusty, coming back to the blog after letting it languish for so long. When I was keeping up with the Sniderville posts it was easy to update you: I may have a memory like a goldfish, but I can remember all the goings-on of the past week. But I got busy doing everything else, until it all became a blur. I’m probably missing a ton of news, but here are some highlights:

– I knit half of a blanket that proved I should never do math unattended: rewrite the pattern? Sure thing, easy peasy, oh shit this thing is huge what am I doing. Let’s just say the width is longer than I had intended the length to be. Swatches are for sissies.

– I experienced my first Black Friday sale, wherein I gained a tablet for wondrous write-anywhere purposes and (temporarily) lost the feeling in my toes. Turns out it was -14 degrees Celsius that morning. Toes, schmoes, now I can write in bed while my husband sleeps!

– I picked up my long-dusty Tarot deck and have begun doing readings again.

I can’t promise I’ll be around much until after the holidays: I’ve pledged myself to an absurd amount of baking and knitting and might not sleep until January. But I wanted to stop by and say hi to you guys.

How was your week?


Will “The Conjuring”s Annabelle Have Her Own Movie?

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She might, according to IGN.com.

I’m not easily spooked; growing up Horror does that to a kid. But when I saw this movie this summer, and that fucking doll came on the screen… There’s just something about dolls, y’know? They’re everywhere, tiny lifeless versions of ourselves.

Lifeless, that is, until Hollywood gets ahold of them, and the next thing you know you’d better watch your back.

It happened with Chucky. It happened in Puppetmaster. And there’s something about Annabelle that’s just… off.

Look at that smug grin. She knows too much.

And hopefully, she’ll be coming to terrorize us again.

(Read IGN’s article for more info, and check out my own personal creepy Annabelle story here!)


How to Be Productive

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It’s five AM, I haven’t been to bed yet, and I’m planning on Getting Shit Done today. Hope springs eternal.

(via Stephen’s Lighthouse)


Tattoos Last Forever… and Ever… and Ever…

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From (the sadly defunct?) KnuckleTattoos.com:

“Much to the disappointment and horror of my Mother, I had these done last week.. inspired by one of my favourite films, The Shining. I wanted a tattoo based on the Shining, and I saw SO many ‘Heeere’s Johnny’ tattoos that I thought I wanted something a bit different. So this is what I came up with.
They have had mixed reviews, people who have seen the film absoloutely love them, people who have not seen the film just think I’m gross.
I am a tattooist so my boss at work did them for me, she had neve seen the film so didn’t quite get why I wanted it, until I checked the stencil in the mirror and she saw it said ‘Murder’.
The image on top is how people would see it, saying Red Rum.. However because i only ever see it in mirrors, to me it says Murder.”


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