Y'know, when I began writing, it was just for the small press horror journals. I loved it, there was a real sense of family with editors, publishers, other writers. I never even considered ye possibility that I wou'd have a book of my own publish'd. Now I've lost track of how many books I've publish'd. Ten? The new one, The Revenant of Rebecca Pascal, will be ready soon, and we will have a special trade pb edition out in time
I was working on a wee novel, In the Gulfs of Dream, but last night I got really tired of it, and I realized that I was trying to turn a novelette idea into a novel. I am going to finish the story at 10,000 words and then hand it over to David so that he can expand and revise it to novelette length, and then it will be one of our new stories for next year's book, Spectres of Lovecraftian Horror. I've also started working with S. T. on my second book for Centipede Press--a book that is many years away since Jerad has so much to publish beforehand, and I need time to write some kickass new stuff.
Had a great time with S. T. Joshi and ye gang last night -- with one exception. We did some vlogs on YouTube. The first vlog had me and S. T. shewing his new edition of Clark Ashton Smith from Penguin