Stephen King’s “The Boogeyman” was my gateway drug

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It’s Stephen King’s birthday. Now, I’m not going to blow smoke and proclaim “HE’S MY FAVORITE EVER” but I’d be bullshitting you if I said he hasn’t made an impact on me.

Because I was born in 1980, I never knew a world of horror that DIDN’T include Stephen King. And I was a pretty early reader. I was probably five or six when I took my parent’s mass market paperback of Night Shift to the storage room in our basement. It was as secluded as you could get in a tiny 1950’s ranch-style house. And I read. And those stories were creepy, for sure.

But holy shit did “The Boogeyman” totally wreck me.

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A look at some WIPs, a bit about interviews, and assorted rambling…

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Me, watching an isolated snowfall, somewhere in Northern Nevada. Pic by Kevin L. Donihe (2016)

 

Cutting time between different short stories before I get back to finishing my novella and full-length novel. These will probably be the last of 2017’s short fiction, as I expect the longer manuscripts to eat up the rest of the year. For kicks, I thought I’d post a few excerpts.

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Free Flash: How Old Is A Shadow

“How Old Is A Shadow”

Tom’s nipples had bled right through his shirt. Embarrassment is why he now insisted on running before dawn and why he placed Band-Aids over his areolas. Vanity brought him to the man who ran in the shadows.

The men met before dawn, sharing darkness, running along the same path. The man claimed to have found a trick which lent him life everlasting. His tenor bordered desperate, yet vanity gilded his claim and Tom approached without breaking stride.

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Where I talk about the WIP

I took a break from updating this site because I was out of town and all over the country for a month. But now I’m home, catching up on administrative work for Rooster Republic, and trying to readjust to this time zone. I’m getting older, or maybe I was never that great with the time change in the first place. If I’m being honest, then I’d say I don’t really know. I don’t have empirical data to reference. But I digress, and I’m not interested in honesty, so I’ll blame age. I’ll blame my body.

Which is great! Because blaming my body works as a transition to the next paragraph.

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Werewolf Wednesday, an excerpt from the short story “Beast Mode,” and where I’ll be next week if you want to give me a hug…

Luke Spooner’s illustration for “Beast Mode” is the last piece I’ll be sharing on this website, and it is a great image to cap off the little preview I started a couple weeks ago.

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Illustrations by Luke Spooner for Now That We’re Alone

Once a week, I plan on unveiling at least one selection of Luke Spooner’s interior art for my forthcoming collection of short stories. This particular image kicks off the collection, representing the only poem that I chose to include, “This Is Why Johnny Is In Therapy Now,” which also happens to be the first piece I’d ever had published.

Take a look at this beautiful image…

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Illustration for “This Is Why Johnny Is In Therapy Now” by Luke Spooner

 

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