Initially, I wanted to post at least two pieces of "drivel" on the weekend, but lately I've only had time for one. An article I've been stressing out over is done and has been sent in with only a day to spare for the deadline. This month alone has seen a handful of rejection letters, but I don't consider this a bad thing. At least it means I'm writing. And I'm trying.
I wanted to take advantage of this particular entry to give a few shout outs to some friends who have new books released--people who have helped support me, shared, and even opened doors:
*My friend Dan Padavona co-wrote a dark fantasy book with horror author J. Thorn, and their book Shadow Witch is available now on Amazon. It's been deemed Game of Thrones meets The Blair Witch. Sounds good to me!
*March 27th will see the release of Terry M. West's novel, Dreg for the Kindle. Or you can get the paperback version right now. Right here. Terry is a newly discovered author for me and one of my current faves. You can check out a very interesting bit of trivia concerning Terry's new book here.
*James Ferace creeps me out. I don't know if it's his dark hair and sinister eyes or his story concepts and book covers, but he has a new ebook, Chaos Engine, that you can grab here. He says he doesn't write horror. Then I remind him sarcastically that yeah, neither does Cronenberg and Lynch.
Later in the week I plan on writing an entry concerning the support and kindness I've witnessed and received from those in the writing world. Something I didn't anticipate, though I had no expectations either way. The above authors are a part of what makes what I've been doing so special; so certainly a big thank you to them for being a light in a dark world.
Also, for those interested in my opinion on the movie treatment for Richard Matheson's I Am Legend in the Vincent Price film, The Last Man on Earth, you can read it here at Halloweenforevermore.
Now for some drivel!
Male Pattern Badness
“I’ve been growing your hair for years and you go and do this!” The man said to his young, impressionable wife. “You look like a boy!”
With her hair freshly cut short, she stood and cried against the chain link fence while her new stepson stood idly by. Contemplating her situation. Judging her hair, yet sympathizing. A large dog stood by her side as though providing a shoulder, or some good advice.
Any flies on the wall certainly labeled the man possessive; abusive even. His dream hair for her had been ruined courtesy of her personal freedom. Years later they would divorce, but for now they would wade through four more years mud. Four years of rebellious haircutting and retaliatory name calling.
It had seemed unfair to receive such a verbal beating. However, the man wasn’t entirely wrong. With her checkerboard work shirt and rosy cheeks, she did resemble a boy—a Sunday school claymation boy to be
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