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2026 introduces its first plot twists

The first twist: I was supposed to be at Mysticon in Roanoke. I was last there right before the covid shutdown; after things opened up again Mysticon didn’t (loss of some of the key conrunners was a big issue). I figured it was gone for good but no, here it is!

Only I’m not because we’re having a winter storm hit and it looks like Durham-to-Roanoke will be fimbulwintered. It’s possible it won’t be that bad but driving on ice is not in my skill set. And the odds look excellent that when I came home, our subdivision would still be unsafe driving even if the main roads had been cleared off. So I canceled.

In a sense, it’s a win. I didn’t have a table to sell books so from a monetary standpoint this would have been a loss. And money has been flowing out too fast the past couple of months. Lots of pet meds, a ramp for Plushie when he was recovering from his CCL tear (turns out we didn’t use it), really steep electric bills … so spending money on what would have been a fun vacation more than a business trip might not be the best thing.

Only it’s not a win because I was really looking forward to going. It’s been a hectic, intense month with lots of writing, doggy care, much of last weekend being solo doggy care (TYG had some alumni activities she attended) so a break would have felt very nice. It’s not like I can come up with some fun activity as an alternative break this weekend because we’ll be snowed in. Sigh.

The other twist is that of my colleagues at The Local Reporter jumped ship for an outlet where he can focus on sports reporting so my editor asked me to take over covering Chapel Hill as well as Carrboro. That’s a good thing — more money — but it will cut into my time for my own projects. This was the first week I blew any of those goals — nothing done on Impossible Takes a Little Longer — though that’s also because I spent one day this week also dealing with errands (get dog drugs and some extra food before the roads are covered in ice and snow) and various household obligations (getting paperwork to our new groomer).

Still, I got stuff done. Some promotional paperwork for McFarland on Watching Jekyll and Hyde, responding to Sam about the new cover design, and several Local Reporter pieces: a Chapel Hill lawsuit settled, prepping for the frozen weather, Carrboro’s plan to close one road on weekends, and other road plans. I worked on Obolos, one of my short stories for the new collaborative anthology, adjusting according to the feedback from my collaborators. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I looked at proposed new costumes for the Legion of Superheroes and discussed the moral implications of Jekyll and Hyde.

I also picked up Oh the Places You’ll Go which I haven’t looked at in months. One of my goals for this year is to get almost-finished stories like this one done and out into the world, whether it’s submitting to others or putting them into an anthology of my own. I got through most of the story but then I hit the ending. It needs fixing; fixing may require killing a couple of scenes that I really like. Due to my newspaper work I didn’t have enough time to decide.

On the dog front, good news. After weeks of Plushie in his cage —

— the vets have told us it’s time to let him out and “let him be a dog.” He’s been having great fun running around and sleeping on the couch (his fave spot) though we’ve carefully fenced him in so he has to use ramp. Trixie had her stitches removed from her biopsy so she’s free to get back to normal too. Yay!

Now comes the weekend and (probably) the ice and snow. Send positive thoughts that our power stays on, or at least doesn’t go off for too long.

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“The weekend at the college didn’t turn out like you planned” … and neither did this week

(Title from Steely Dan’s “Reeling in the Years”)

Before we get to the week, let’s get back to Con-Gregate. Winston-Salem is less than 90 minutes away, it was a smooth drive and I found a spot in the parking garage very close to the entrance to the hotel. On the downside, parking cost around $40 for the weekend; it may be a good thing if they switch hotels next year.

(The view from my hotel room)

Because the “author’s alley” tables for selling books were all bought up, I had to settle for a table in the dealer’s room. That was less than ideal as they cost more and have shorter hours. I did, however, want to sell more than I was able to at Ravencon, and that wasn’t going to happen without some sort of table. So … and it paid off, covering the cost of the space and a little more.

I’m always fascinated by how some books click at different cons more than others. There’s no pattern to it I can see, unless it’s something in the way I display them. This time I sold five copies of Atlas Shagged. One of them because one of the audience at my reading Sunday liked Dark Satanic Mills so much. That’s very flattering.

I also sold three copies of Questionable Minds, three of Undead Sexist Cliches, and two each of Atoms for Peace, Ceaseless Way and Sex for Dinner, Death for Breakfast. Links available at my Behold the Book page. This time I was professional and figured in sales tax ahead of time — otherwise I’d be going “Oh, I’ll eat the tax, don’t worry about it” rather than figuring it out.

I only had three panels: one on fashion in fiction, one on fae in fantasy (I plugged Southern Discomfort mightily) and one on mad science in movies (I brought up some Dr. Jekyll, of course). The rest of the time, I sat at my table. Which was fine except I kept worrying when I left to get food or tea that I’d miss another sale — and yes, I’m small-fry enough that every sale matters. As guesting comes with a free second membership I’m thinking about inviting someone along to help — though they’d still be stuck paying for hotel rooms (I really value having a room to myself and I can’t afford two). Food for thought.

I still managed to chat with several friends and bought $60 of tea from Moments in Tea, a dealer who’s found cons supplement their online business well (I’ve bought from them before so I knew they were worth it). Then a smooth drive home.

Then the week. I took Monday off to recover but rather than rest it was the third type of day off — attending to assorted tasks that had accumulated. A couple of issues with my insurance (resolved), one with pet insurance (still up in the air), various other odds and ends. Necessary, and glad they’re out the way, but not relaxing.

Tuesday I spent mostly working on Local Reporter update articles on Tropical Depression Chantal. One about the impact on local businesses, one about ways to donate to help. Then, Tuesday evening TYG was running a quick errand and wound up with a staple in the right rear tire. The big heavy kind, not the paperwork kind. Fortunately she got home safe on the donut, once AAA changed it for us, but I spent Wednesday afternoon at the tire place getting a replacement. And that after a Wednesday morning spent at a doctor’s office, one of those routine “let’s check that possible problem to make sure it’s not a problem” appointments. That chopped up the working day to the point I got zippo done.

Yesterday? Cleaners came in, which didn’t use to be a big deal. Now I spend a couple of hours upstairs with Snowdrop and Wisp – we lock them in so they don’t panic and rush out with strangers in the house. This is surprisingly brain deadening so I budget it into my time … but as the cleaners came first thing in the morning, that meant most of the day deadened. Probably worse because I think I have a low level of “con crud” — nothing disabling, just a general sense of dragginess. This morning I overslept by about two hours which is way abnormal for me. If that’s the worst it gets, though, I’ll consider myself lucky.

So a little bit of work on Savage Adventures, a little bit on Jekyll and Hyde. Nothing else. And this weekend we take Snowdrop to the vet for his annual physical. Pray for us.

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French detectives! Spanish time travel! British tars! TV, movies and a play

The second season of the French crime series HPI jacks up the stakes some from S1 while keeping the same basic premise: genius cleaner Morgane (Audrey Fleurot) works as a police consultant, using her brains and super-acute awareness of details to solve crimes that would otherwise be dead ends. In one scene her partner Karadec (Mehdi Nebbou) points out this is exactly the point in the episode where she comes up with a brilliant deduction so well, what has she figured out?

As a result of one unauthorized investigation last season, Morgane is under scrutiny by Internal Affairs cop Roxane (Clotilde Hesme) and thinking before she talks is not Morgane’s strength. Over the course of the season she clears herself but she also realizes she’s hot for Karadec, who is now dating Roxane — plus a great deal more going on Morgane’s messy personal life. Still a fun one. “Look for three-fingered men and you find one on every corner.”

MIRAGE (2019) is a Spanish time travel film probably inspired by Frequency as it has a similar premise of two people communicating across time by using the same device (a radio in the first movie, a video camera here) under freak conditions and, of course, screwing up their lives.

The protagonist, a nurse in the present, contacts a kid in 1989 the very night he’s about to die running from a murderer. Her intervenion saves the kid but creates a new timeline: she’s a famous neurosurgeon (she gave up on that when she married), the killer’s still out there and her husband thinks she’s a deranged stalker. Can she put things back to rights? Can she and the boy bring the killer to justice?

I really enjoyed this one other than one annoying plot contrivance: why is it her alt.friends and colleagues never bring up her husband (“You’re having some sort of breakdown — I’ll call him.”)? The answer is that it preserves a big reveal late in the film but it still makes no sense. However I still recommend the film. “The flight of a butterfly can be very cruel if it’s in a place or time that allows for change.”

This year’s Gilbert and Sullivan production from the Durham Savoyards was the duo’s first big hit, H.M.S. PINAFORE OR THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. This has never been a favorite of mine — the relatively simple question of whether the Lass will end up with heroic sailor Rick Rackshaw or Sir Joseph Porter, KCB lacks the plot complications and twists of most of the later works. However it does show many of the elements that recur in later plays such as characters switched at birth and pompous, unqualified officials. It also occurs to me that a key part of the plot makes Buttercup (no relation to the Princess Bride character) at least 15 years older than the man she’s going to marry at the end. Still the Durham Savoyards put on a lively, engaging production, as usual (and unlike some of theirs, done in period). “Now this is most alarming — she practiced baby farming!”

PS. My friend Ada Milenkovic Brown took out an ad for Ceaseless Way — we’re both contributors — in the Pinafore program.

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2024 takes its final bow

Ever hear of the recency effect? It’s the tendency to make annual evaluations based on recent behavior—”Oh, Cliff has been so helpful this past week, I should give him Exceeds Expectations” rather than the year as a hole. I get it: this has been a good month and a good holiday season so I feel like saying “Hey, this was a great year!”

And certainly it wasn’t a bad year. TYG’s and my policy of having regular dates and doing fun stuff continues to make us a happier couple. Wisp has adjusted to life indoors and both dogs still have a great quality of life. TYG’s in good health, I’m in good health, and we’re currently financially secure. So yay.

However it’s been a lot more effort to care for Plushie since his glaucoma diagnosis back in March. Drops in the morning, early afternoon and evening. Plus more drugs for Trixie for various conditions. We’ve ruled out traveling anywhere together for more than a few hours because TYG doesn’t trust anyone else to administer everything properly (I can’t say she’s wrong). However if that keeps Plushie around and happy for another year or two years, yay again. But it does take more time and energy to get stuff done (on top of dog exercises and other treatments we were already doing).

Now as to writing … I didn’t come even remotely close to my goals for the year. Time for short stories dried up; I’m so close to finishing Oh the Places You’ll Go and yet it didn’t get done. Didn’t complete a second draft of either The Impossible Takes a Little Longer or Let No Man Put Asunder. Didn’t sell anything besides the two stories in The Ceaseless Way.

I meant to finish and publish both Southern Discomfort and Savage Adventures; the former is done but not published, the second still needs work.

I’m not beating myself up over this. Some of my plans were over ambitious. Some of it was starting the Jekyll and Hyde book and having to devote time to that. Some of it was putting in more work than anticipated on The Local Reporter. Which brings in money but isn’t as satisfying as finishing a novel or publishing a short story.

Still, I did finish Southern Discomfort and I think it’s good, as are the two stories in Ceaseless Way. And my reporting. I shall take pride in all of that. And squeezing my work into four days a week with blogging and stuff on the Friday has worked well.

Back tomorrow with plans for 2025.

Cover image by GetCovers based on design by Arden Brooks.

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This was the wrong week to visit the post office …

Last weekend was hectic. We hosted the annual Christmas party for the writer’s group so Saturday was cleaning and cooking. Sunday was recovery and more cleaning, and petting Wisp — we had to exile her upstairs for the evening and she got very needy the next day. The dogs, by contrast, thrived on the attention.

Regardless of the work, the party was great fun, as always. Excellent food, too — mine, TYG’s and our guests. We’ve been dining on leftovers most of this week.

(A shot of Wisp checking out the birds on our deck. We have a cat tree by the window now. So far she hasn’t used it).

Unfortunately, mundane tasks took over the week that followed. I had to take a package to the post office Tuesday, for instance, and you can imagine how long that took. I also had to meet with the repair guy who came in to look at our washing machine, which was clanging ominously. It was busted, so I spent part of the next couple of days researching a replacement, which I’ve now ordered. This weekend, TYG’s taking some of our dirty laundry to a friend’s house to wash.

I got one article in The Local Reporter, on disaster-planning for floods, dam failures, wildfires and so on. At Atomic Junkshop I looked at advertising for CBS’ fall of 1969 Saturday morning schedule

— and at the moment Green Arrow grew a beard, the first step towards becoming the radical firebrand of the early Bronze Age. Nobody made comic-book archery look this cool before Neal Adams.

I got several films watched for Jekyll and Hyde, though two of them turned out to barely qualify for the appendix. But that happens with every movie book I’ve written.

Oh, and my friend Katherine Traylor posted an interview with me about my stories in The Ceaseless Way.

And now the weekend is here, considerably more laid back than last weekend’s. Trust me on this.

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Squashed by the squirtles!

Squirtles being those diarrheal dog poops that are more liquid than solid. Monday night, Trixie had one, which TYG and me both up at 1 AM. Tuesday, she had another one. Rest of the time, things were normal.

Wednesday night, the squirtle flood hit. Every 90 minutes. Anticipating the possibility, I’d taken Trixie to join me and Wisp in the spare bedroom so that only one of us would have to wake up (TYG has bosses and customers to answer to, I don’t). I got very little sleep and still got up too late for one of her episodes so I had to clean it up as well. Ugh.

Thursday we took her in to the vet, got her some probiotics and limited her food. Last night she was fine.

Thursday TYG took both dogs upstairs and I spent most of the day asleep. It’s hard for me to take long naps but once in a while, when I’m dead on my feet, I can do it. And this was one of those times.

Oh, and Plushie has decided he wants to eat cat poop out of the litter box which would be bad (clumping litter makes it worse). We have to keep it covered with the entrance to the hood blocked, then remove the cover when Wisp needs it. Pain in the butt, but unless one of us hits on a brilliant solution, it’s necessary.

(As you can see, Plushie’s floof is so thick now I can stick my whole finger into his ruff).

Despite missing a day, Monday-Wednesday were a good work week. I finally finished rewriting Southern Discomfort. I still need a final pass to see if my rewrite introduced spelling errors, typos, dropped words but I won’t be editing otherwise — the book stands as it is (and I think it’s very good). That feels good. Took close to two days to accomplish but they were productive days.

I had an article in The Local Reporter on local GoFundMes. At Atomic Junk Shop I looked at yet another Silver Age reboot of Marvel’s Captain Marvel

— good and bad stories spotlighting women

— and reprinting an earlier AJS post about Christmas as a pop-culture black hole.

And my friend and Ceaseless Way collaborator Ada Milenkovic Brown has interviewed me on her blog.

TYG and I also spent a good deal of time playing a video game on a gorgeous digital advent calendar friends of ours gave us as a gift — Tetris with Christmas ornaments, more or less.

The whole calendar’s a treat. I’ll post more pictures down the road.

Despite the squirtles, a good week

Cover for “The Man Who Never Sleeps” by Jack Kirby, Captain Marvel art by Gil Kane, Supergirl art by J. Winslow Mortimer, computer image by Jacquie Lawson. Ceaseless Way cover by GetCovers, based on idea by Arden Brooks. All rights remain with current holders.

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A third Ceaseless Way interview: Katherine Traylor

The collaborative anthology Ceaseless Way is now live on Amazon in paperback (sale price $9.99!) and in ebook on multiple platforms (with more to come). I previously interviewed contributors Ada Milenkovic Brown and Allegra Gulino. This week it’s Katherine Traylor. Kat, to use a phrase from an old toyline ad, is “the brains behind this explosive outfit” — she came up with the idea for this project and invited us, and others, to participate.

What are your stories in Ceaseless Way about?

We Go Hiking is a contemporary story about four friends who go on a long hike together and meet with strange adventures in the forest. I would call it surreal with elements of spookiness, but some readers found it quite dark. Jenny and the Fairy Queen is very different: it’s a faux-medieval fantasy story with a quest, a princess, and a strong dash of courtly romance.

    What inspired them?

    I have no idea what directly inspired We Go Hiking. I wrote it years ago, while I was still living in Korea, and as far as I remember I just sat down on a bench outside a subway station on a sunny day and started writing in a notebook. Indirectly, I’m sure it’s inspired by the woods and mountains of North Carolina (where I mostly grew up) and how the trees seem to go on endlessly in all directions. I think I’d already heard the tragic story of Geraldine Largay, who died less than half a mile from the Appalachian Trail after getting lost in the woods for 26 days, and that nightmarish scenario definitely informs a lot of the story.

    “Jenny” was the piece I wrote specifically for this anthology. I’d been working for weeks on a different piece, which was meant to be very stately and somber and artistic, and I just wasn’t having a good time with it. Boring writing is boring reading, so I decided to scrap it and just do something fun and self-indulgent. Fantasy novels were the backbone of my adolescence (I used to scour the library looking for curly metallic fonts), and as a tribute to those books, I decided to write a quest story. A tavern on the road, a plucky young hero, a dark lord in the north, and off we went. I don’t like writing fight scenes, though, so Jenny accomplishes her goals more circumspectly.

    (There is no symbolism to my choice of Wisp attacking her bird toy as an illustration)

    How did you like working in a collaborative anthology?

    It was my idea, so I’d better like it! It was a real privilege working so closely with so many talented writers. It took us a long time to get things together, as we were really feeling our way for most of the time, but we’re really proud of the book we came up with and looking forward to seeing how people respond to it. (We’re definitely hoping to produce another volume, by the way, though we’ll take a little break before we get started. Now that we’ve figured out a workable process, we’re hoping production of the next volume will be more streamlined.

    Why should someone pick up a copy of Ceaseless Way?

    Unlike most anthologies, which in large part are products of the editors’ personal taste, this book is more of a showcase: each writer has included the stories they personally want to share, which I think tells you a bit more about who we are. Reading two stories from each writer will give you a really solid introduction to our work, and hopefully every reader who picks up this book will find at least one new writer they want to follow.

    All of us are serious in our craft, but none of us are what you’d call famous, so you’ll definitely be seeing writers here whom you might not encounter otherwise. And, of course, the stories are fantastic (if we do say so ourselves), and range from soft medieval fantasy to bleak futuristic horror, so there should be something here for everyone.                                                                            

    What does “pilgrimage” mean to you?

    For me, a pilgrimage is a long, purposeful journey to a place so significant you expect to be a changed person when you come home. I wouldn’t say either of my stories adheres very well to that theme, but it’s a powerful base to build a story around.

    How did you become a writer?

    I just always wanted to be one. Since I learned the word “author,” that was what I wanted to be. I learned to read when I was four, and I can’t consciously remember a moment of my life when books weren’t important to me. My mom used to read to us every night after dinner, which probably was a part of it. We had books in every room of our house, and we attended the library more regularly than church. If I had something unappealing to do, I’d spend the whole time mentally composing melodramatic stories about my favorite characters. And when I was unhappy, I’d hole up in my room or a corner of the school library and lose myself in a fantasy novel.

    My thoughts tend to be very associative, meaning it’s extremely easy for me to come up with ideas. Unless I get them out somehow, they build and bubble at the back of my brain until I’m perpetually distracted. So I start a lot of stories. Unfortunately, the perpetual distraction means I don’t finish nearly as many as I’d like, but slowly and steadily I’m getting there.

    (No symbolism here, either, just cats)

    Tell us about your past stories?

    Okay, so. You know how Anne of Green Gables says, “My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes”? My life is a perfect graveyard of unfinished projects. So some of the biggest and most important ones I’ve worked on—including the mostly-finished novel my Durham Writers’ Group friends might know me from—are still languishing in development hell.

    There’s the abovementioned novel, THE WOODS AND THE CASTLE, a contemporary YA fantasy story about a lonely girl and her evil imaginary friend.  There’s SNOWBERRY, my 2010 NaNoWriMo project, a YA portal fantasy that was likely inspired by the Miss Switch books. There’s STAR PEOPLE, a surreal postapocalyptic story that’s part picaresque and part spy novel. There’s DEVILMADE, a planned-but-barely-drafted YA novel about an oppressive cult and a demon’s daughter. There are two half-developed novels, DWELLERS BELOW and RIVERMAID, that I’ve revisited multiple times and dreamed about finishing for years. One is about a human emissary to the underworld who’s simultaneously cut off from the surface world and embroiled in a murder mystery. The other is a planned urban fantasy series about a carnivorous undead mermaid. And these are just the ones that come to mind immediately. Throughout my life there have been many, many others.

    I’m starting to get a handle on things, and my current project—THE VOID AND THE RAVEN—is going well. It’s a multi-book series (one book finished, the second nearly so) about an overpowered teenage sorceress from two politically powerful families. I started it twenty years ago and have revisited it several times since then, but this is the version that’s really taken; it’s been actively in progress for five years and is still going strong. It was loosely inspired by family drama in the beginning, but now it’s more than broken free. It deals a lot with Spider-Man’s idea that “with great power comes great responsibility.” (And there’s a love story, of course. There’s always a love story. But it’s a very slow burn.

    If you wanted to know what stories I’ve actually had published, though, I’m proud to say that there are a growing number of them. You can check out the full list here: https://katherinetraylor.com/published-work/ . Two of them (Come Away Sweetly and The Feast of the Changes) are available to read or listen to online, and I’ve posted a number of others in the ‘Free Fiction’ section of my website. My latest publication, a contemporary fantasy piece set in and inspired by Prague, is included in the upcoming anthology Winter in the City by Ruadán Books, available for sale in just a couple of weeks.

    What’s your life away from the keyboard?

    I live in Prague (the original one, in the Czech Republic) with my lovely wife and three eccentric pets. I’m a freelance English tutor, which I absolutely love, so a lot of my time is spent going from house to house, oppressing children with The Cat in the Hat and engaging adults in linguistically productive conversation. My wife and I have hobbitlike habits; we eat a lot, take walks with the dog, drink coffee, watch movies, and play chess. It’s just the way I like it.

    Before Prague, I lived in Seoul, South Korea for a total of ten years, which was a fantastic experience and shaped my life in a lot of ways. I still miss that city a lot, but the rhythm of life in Prague is much more relaxed, which I appreciate. My family lives in North Carolina, and of course I miss them a lot, but at least it’s a little easier to visit from here than from Korea. My wife is from Sicily, so we’re fortunately able to see her family even more often.

    What’s been the best part of working on Ceaseless Way?

    I think the most exciting part was watching everyone’s submissions come in during the first round of editing. Everyone in the group is so different that though our stories were on the same theme, they reflected it in completely different ways. It was cool to see how the idea of a pilgrimage resonated so differently with different people, and very exciting to see the early draft of the book begin to take shape.

    What’s been the biggest challenge?

    Definitely keeping everyone’s energy up, especially when boring stuff (i.e. legal agreements) needed to be discussed. I kid you not when I say that the question of what type of contract to use stalled the project for at least a year. In the end, we found that our main mistake had been trying to do everything over Discord, which in a small group can be an endless game of phone tag. When we started having monthly video chats, things came together much faster.

      Anything you’d like to add that I haven’t asked?

      Only that I really hope you’ll pick up this anthology, and that either way I hope you’ll have a wonderful holiday season!

      Cover by GetCovers, based on concepts by Arden Brooks.

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        Feelin’ groovy

        This wasn’t a productive week but it was a good week.

        Mostly the lack of productivity came from taking Thursday off. I also fell into the trap of having to spread my Local Reporter work over parts of three days. I do my best to concentrate it in one day because that forces me to write a little faster. Once it gets beyond that, the time it takes to write the articles expands. Unfortunately I got an interview late Tuesday and so things stretched over to Wednesday morning. Still the story, about a Carrboro Thanksgiving morning 8k race, came out quite well. My other story, about B3 Coffee, was good but not as inherently interesting.

        The Ceaseless Way is now out in paperback, at the initial price of $9.99 (cheaper in ebook) — it’ll go up come the new year. I did some last bits of stuff on the anthology this week and I’ll have another interview post next week, but otherwise, that’s another task checked off.

        I did get some work done on Southern Discomfort in the middle of all that but reached one point a little over halfway and I could not figure out how to make it work. It’s nothing insoluble, just that the time left from reporting didn’t leave me with enough clarity to solve it. Definitely done next month, though my cover remains elusive.

        And then came Wednesday night. I tend to be obsessively organized; Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s are the few times I turn off and completely go with the flow. That felt great. So did the excellent vegan buffet at Cafe Parizade, where we both stuffed ourselves.

        The baklava was exceptionally tasty.

        Then there’s Plushie.

        Sunday, he puked up in the early morning and TYG thought it might have included blood. She wasn’t sure but we took him to the vet to make certain. Tests and X-rays found nothing wrong but we came back with a bunch of extra meds and some super-bland food.

        No puking since. Not only that, he’s perkier and obviously happier and more comfortable than he’s been in a while. That’s great, but also upsetting: he was probably having a low level of tummy discomfort for weeks before he vomited without us realizing there was a problem. Fortunately we have his annual wellness checkup in a week. We’ll talk to the vet and see whether we should keep him on bland food or what.

        Still, he is much perkier and that’s a joy to see.

        I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and the good feeling continues (or begins) as we move into holiday season.

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        Ceaseless Way: Allegra Gulino speaks

        Last week you heard from my fellow Ceaseless Way contributor Ada Milenkovic Brown. This week it’s our fellow contributor and friend Allegra Gulino. As it’s a longish piece, I’ve interspersed a couple of Snowdrop photos to add some visual interest. You can order the ebook here or order the paperback on Amazon this Friday at the sale price of $9.99 (good through the end of the year)

        What are your stories in Ceaseless Way about?

        Both of my stories in Ceaseless Way are excerpts from my novel-in-progress, Monsters Unbound, which is set in modern Romania, where Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster and a Latina werewolf band together with others to fight an extremist group that wants to eradicate all the country’s monsters.

        My piece Demon, He Called Me carries on the story from the ending of Mary Shelley’s classic novel, Frankenstein – it’s a flashback section for the being that eventually takes the name of Theodore, and befriends Dracula.

        Shelley’s book ends with the Victor Frankenstein’s unnamed monster having a final confrontation with his Creator aboard a whaling ship. The monster promises his Creator, who was dying of grief and strife caused by his Creation, to kill himself. Once Frankenstein dies, the monster oars away toward the North Pole, intent on keeping his promise. However, in my tale, his unceasing verve for life and appreciation of nature oppose his suicide. The monster encounters a wounded baby seal, and decides to save it from being crushed by an unstable ice shelf. This act convinces him that killing himself would be wrong because he is the only being who could have saved the seal.

        My second story in the anthology, The Ortega Wolves Migrate North, involves a middle-class Mexican family that I invented for my novel. They opposed drug cartel members gaining political power in their home state. For that, the Ortegas were terrorized, until they fled for the US border. However, before that conflict, their long-term plan was to legally establish a new life in the US away from drought, corruption and poverty. With the drug lords on their heels, the family decides to meet with a bruja, a witch, in order to become werewolves and cross the border with ease. While the parents decided on that plan out of desperation, their middle daughter, Sonia is excited to have more power and a reason to better unite the disparate family members, while starting a new life.

        What inspired them?

        Demon, He Called Me, was developed for a few reasons. I knew I wanted Frankenstein’s monster in my novel because he and Dracula are a classic paring of mega-monsters, as established by the black-and-white films from Universal Studios. However, my take on Frankenstein’s monster is anything but campy. For me, the character of the monster is the best thing about Mary Shelley’s novel. He has a tragic combination of innocence and vindictiveness, that is very believable for a warped kind of ‘child,’ who is rejected by its parent and all of society.

        I was taken by his love of nature and reverence for innocent people, especially young people – an endearing quality that Dr. Frankenstein lacks. Yet, I find the ending of her book unsatisfying. She set up this monster as immune to cold, so how could he kill himself, even in the North Pole? Also, I felt that he didn’t deserve to die. So, after re-reading her novel, I took as much as I could of the monster’s character and put him in a situation that would rekindle his better qualities and make him change his mind about killing himself. This sets him up for a long journey, in search of belonging, which he finds in Castle Dracula.

        I wanted a werewolf character in my novel, as an homage to another popular monster pairing: Dracula and werewolves. However, because I’m all about embracing our inner monsters, I’ve never liked the usual portrayal of werewolves in movies; as victims who were bitten and transformed into monsters, which are either destroyed or somehow converted back into humans. Also, wolves are family-oriented creatures, so I wanted to write about a family that choses to become werewolves. Sonia, the rebel, fully embraces her identity as a werewolf, but the others treat that side of themselves as a mortal sin. The Ortega Wolves Migrate North is how Sonia and her family became werewolves. It sets up future challenges that Sonia will navigate, in order for her to appear at Dracula’s gate at age thirty-two, alone and hungry for answers.

        Why should someone pick up a copy of Ceaseless Way?

        Hopefully, they would pick it up because it is intriguing to them; the concept, the beautiful cover, the quality of the writing, the variety of situations, settings and genres within its pages. The theme of the anthology is universal, and therefore relatable. Journeys. Not only is travel important for any kind of story telling – plots must move through the action – it’s also key to immersing yourself in fiction. Authors take their readers on a journey – that of the characters within the worlds that they depict, but also there is the internal journey of the reader’s impressions, thoughts, feelings as they absorb the tales. Each person will have a different experience reading the same story. I’ve always found that fascinating.

        What does “pilgrimage” mean to you?

        To me, a pilgrimage is a special kind of journey. They aren’t only to get from one place to another or just to do certain things at the new location. A pilgrimage is undertaken for healing, understanding and transformation. Whether they are religious, spiritual or in the spirit of learning, self-actualization is on the menu for a pilgrimage. The path usually has danger, privation and hardship, but it’s worth it, at least that’s what pilgrims are lead to believe, because the destination is sacred place of transformation. While on a pilgrimage, we think about what we would like to change – perhaps we wrestle with ourselves, our past, our place in the world. We also may be pilgrims for causes larger than ourselves. A pilgrimage could be revolutionary.

        How did you become a writer?

        As a kid I channeled my creativity into drawing, dance, singing and playing piano. Sometimes my desire to express myself through art was overwhelming. In addition, I’ve always loved reading and writing. In college I majored in English Lit, with a Fine Arts minor. My writing focus at the time was literary criticism – the analysis of books through essay-writing. I steered my creativity toward my art classes, my dreams and wild ideas. After college, I hoped to write professionally. I didn’t consider creative writing, though I love story-telling and appreciate fine writing/movies/shows. Then we struggled with infertility for several years. During that existential gloom, I became a Yoga teacher. I loved creating sequences, based on what the students requested – I even taught pre and post natal classes with pleasure. It wasn’t until 2009, when I took my first Shamanic workshop with the Four Winds Society, that my inner story-teller came to the fore.

        Suddenly Huascar, who is a Shamanic archetype and an Incan emperor spoke to me – through the guise of an animated sci-fi epic (of course). I started writing Huascar’s tale, making many character drawings, crafting a couple of solar systems, detailed histories of four races (no humans). I was driven to share the story of a progressive general in an oppressive, warring empire, trying to heal his people. Eight years later, I had completed the first book in the trilogy I named Convergence. It isn’t yet published.

        As I worked on that, it became clear that sci-fi/fantasy writing provides me with endless fascination, development, learning and delight – it’s another calling, along with Shamanism. Since then I’ve expanded my skill, not only at creating worlds, but researching Earth history and fashioning fantasy scenes against realistic backdrops.

        My short story, The Monkey In the Cove is set in California 1967 – the Summer of Love. I’m still submitting that one. I really got cooking with historical research for my novel Monsters Unbound, which was spurred by a dream I had while I was working on the second Convergence book. I thought, ok, this will be a short story, then I’ll get back to my epic. Well, in two years it’s blossomed into a novel – I’m about two thirds done. My trilogy characters are calling, so I need to finish this ‘brief’ interruption. One of the things I’ve learned is, write your newest inspirations otherwise you will loose the spark – in this case, it’s a raging fire that must be shared. I’m now learning Romanian and last summer we travelled there, to visit historical sites. The characters, setting and concepts are very rich and engaging for me – it’s really fun to work on. Stay tuned.

        Tell us about your past stories.

        Jezabel’s Escape is available to read in March 2020’s issue of N3F’s magazine, Eldritch Science. The story wasn’t inspired by a dream, unlike all my other work. The idea came while I attended a 2-day short-story workshop offered by the venerable Allan Wald at a Sci-Fi/Fantasy conference. After giving us guidelines, Mr. Wald and others on the panel let the participants loose, to create our stories. I crafted this tale of an unwanted child in a dystopic world. Jezabel is a ‘splicy,’ a mutant between human and cat (there are also dogs), who was conceived with tainted fertility medication. At the child’s birth, her father abandoned the family. Her mother’s struggle to raise Jezabel caused her to become an alcoholic who sometimes verbally abused her daughter. Jezabel runs away and finds a motley group of splicies who had also fled difficult homes. They establish themselves in an abandoned neighborhood, but are discovered by their distraught parents. What happens next could be described as a masterwork of negotiation.

        Aquasphere, in issue 1065 of Bewildering Stories, is based on a weird dream. It concerns Maxine, a recently divorced woman in 1989, who moved into a new apartment and had to cope with loneliness. Her solution was to to buy a Betta – otherwise known as a Siamese fighting fish – and set up her new pet in a carefully constructed eco-system on her new kitchen countertop. She enters the aquarium shop, Aquasphere to buy her fish. Not having been in such a place in a long while, she browses the wares. Things turn strange by degrees, when Maxine finds that the specimens on sale are extremely rare, then biologically impossible creatures. The staff members change from welcoming to bizarre and creepy, as they undergo physical metamorphoses into aquatic life forms. Maxine also transforms, loosing her edges to become more gelatinous. While it’s disturbing, she also enjoys exploring her new way of being, but an inner voices tells Maxine to get out. As she reluctantly starts to leave, she encounters another customer, Calvin, who is undergoing his own transformation. He asks her to help him escape, and together they leave the enchanting, dangerous alternate reality that is Aquasphere. Just in time to witness its collapse into another dimension. That night Maxine and Calvin loose the opportunity to buy aquarium supplies and fish, but they find each other.

        What’s your life away from the keyboard?

        Outside of writing, I love to hike, lap swim, work out and do karaoke. In our wooded home, I care for our three rescue cats, a sixty gallon aquarium and a plethora of house plants and a garden. I look forward to our next trip, whether it’s another journey to Peru to support my Shamanic work, to see family in Northern Virginia, or to explore other parts of the US and the world. And, of course, I’ll be returning to Romania soon.

        Cover by GetCovers, based on concepts from Arden Brooks

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        The Story Behind the Story: Fiddler’s Black

        Of my two stories in the Ceaseless Way anthology, Impossible Things Before Breakfast is a romantasy. Fiddler’s Black started out that way but it didn’t want to stay light and cute and funny.

        Writers often talk about characters taking over the story and dictating their arc. I have the same sense about stories: they know what they want to be and part of my job as a writer is figuring out what that is and adjusting my ideas if necessary.

        I’ve been a fan of Abba since my teenage years. A long time ago, listening to their song “Dum-Dum-Diddle” gave me the idea for a story. The singer tells us how she’s crushing on the guy next door to her but he doesn’t even notice her — all he ever does is practice his violin. If she could only be the violin, “I think then maybe/You’d see me baby/You’d be mine/And I’d be with you all the time.”

        That concept didn’t last past the first draft. Because the fiddler is a descendant of Erich Zann (from one of Lovecraft’s stories) and when my protagonist Kat walks into his apartment — she needs sleep and he won’t stop playing — she finds herself plunged into a literal world of darkness. Worse, Kat has an ugly history and now it’s coming back to confront her … (and no, I don’t think the spoilers that follow really spoil the story).

        Kat’s past wasn’t part of the first few drafts but developed as I kept rewriting. Working on Undead Sexist Cliches led me to think a lot about redemption and how badly our society handles it. If you’re an average person who commits a felony, there’s no redemption: you have it on your permanent record, it’s a hundred times harder to get a job and even if you’ve served what’s supposed to be a just punishment, you don’t get a fresh start. If you’re a celebrity or a famous white guy, redemption is automatic — come on, he lost his job, hasn’t he suffered enough? Never mind whether he apologized, has made any steps toward redemption or done anything to avoid going down the same path again.

        Kat did something horrible and over the course of the story, she finally faces up to it. She still has to do the work to redeem herself. What does that entail? Well, I honestly don’t know myself. I start her on the road but I don’t know how it should end. As her author, I can say that after the story ends, she will figure it out.

        Cover by GetCovers, based on concepts by Arden Brooks

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