A blogspot dedicated to my existence as a full-time writer in the tradition of H. P. Lovecraft, Robert Bloch and Clark Ashton Smith, and celebrating the world of weird fiction and poetry.
Hae! So glad ye Muse is with you again. To lose oneself in the Dreamlands is one of the most profoundly inspirational activities. I was once visited (at my Grandmother's house) by HPL - he was a perfect gentleman - came to tea - and my Grandma unknowingly put a plate of fish in front of him... HPL fell backwards over his chair in horror at the fishplatter. As a true gentleman he recovered his perfect composure, ate ice cream with us and bade us fare well. One of my coolest Dreams, well highlighted in the Dreambooks I keep. Good luck in the Outer Realms! ;-)= G