Just One More Thing

I’m far more productive between the hours of 9 PM and 12 AM than I am at any other time of the day. It’s quite unfortunate considering I work a day job that doesn’t allow me to go to bed after midnight (Well, it does. I’d just fall asleep at my desk.)

This combined with building up momentum after finishing a task–whether homework or a bit of writing–makes it difficult to step away from the computer and head to bed. Or to get in the shower and then go to bed. I’m tempted to do just one more thing: write one more line, do one more homework questions, read one more chapter.

Because it’s only one thing, right? That’s true until one thing morphs into a second thing when I tell myself I’ll just do one more, and then the cycle repeats until it’s well passed my bedtime.

Trying to squeeze writing in between the hours I’m committed to my job and to school has only made this habit worse. I want to write. I will write.

I just need to get better about parsing out my time and only spending half an hour re-watching YouTube videos instead of an hour and a half. The time I have after work or after class and before bedtime is pretty finite. And it doesn’t do me any good do do just one more thing before saying that the day is over because it’s really just refusing to admit that I’m out of time but not out of things I want to do.

On that note, I need to get off my computer, head to the shower, and then tuck myself into bed. Goodnight to all, and to all, a good night.

It’s Here: Down with the Fallen!

It’s official! “The Monsters of Bear Mountain” has been released alongside other short stories in the Down with the Fallen anthology.

I’ve been trying to write a release post for a few weeks but didn’t come up with anything that I liked. Then I got an email about a promo opportunity on a fellow writer’s blog (check it out here!) Unfortunately, I didn’t get my post edited before the deadline. But that did give me the basis for a post.

So here it is: a look at the story behind the story, or what inspired me to write this particular short story.

Every so often, the setting comes to me before the characters or the theme or even the plot itself. That’s what happened with this short story.

I saw a two-story ski chalet huddled into the woods on the side of a mountain. The air was colored the dirty gray of smog, and wind smashed snow the flat surfaces it could find. Within the forest, human-shaped figures shuffle through hip-deep snow.

The chalet itself is dark, but there are two people inside. A man and a woman.

I didn’t know who these people were, what these figures outside were, or how all of this fit into life in a post-apocalyptic world. I knew that I wanted to find out, and I did.

It’s available in paperback and as an eBook here. Grab a copy today! 

 

‘Tis the Season of Spooks & Scary Movies

Haunted houses and vampires and zombies are year round in my house (well, apartment,) so I don’t exactly need an excuse to curl up with a scary story. But indulging during the month of October is different; the world just feels better suited for watching horror movies.

It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed any of the not-so-creepy classic horror DVDs lined up on my shelf. And there’s no better time to dust off the plastic cases and revisit a bunch of old favorites.

In a perfect world, what movies do I want to watch this month? Oh, just a few…

  • Dracula 
  • Frankenstein
  • The Wolf Man
  • Dracula, Dead and Loving It
  • The Black Cat
  • White Zombie
  • Bowery at Midnight
  • Spooks Run Wild
  • The Mummy
  • Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein
  • Paranormal Activity
  • Bag of Bones
  • Son of Frankenstein
  • The Babadook (Netflix)
  • Young Frankenstein (Netflix)

And with me being me, there’s bound to be a bit of live-tweeting while I’m curled up on the couch and watching these movies.

Now I’m not so out of it as to think that I’ll get through all the movies I want to watch. Between a full time job and going to school full time, I barely have time to do laundry and squeeze-in half an hour of writing a week. But these movies will serve as a creepy little carrot to coax me through the work.

Do you have any must-watch movies this time of year? Or any good (non-gory) horror movies that I should check out?

The One with the Cockroach

When I moved into my apartment, I established a truce with the local creepy-crawlies. I wouldn’t bother them when they chilled on my patio, and they wouldn’t come inside the apartment. Most of them seemed to have gotten the memo.

Except for Jeremy.

Jeremy is an amber-colored cockroach the length of my thumb, and he set up camp in the corner of my bathroom ceiling while I was in the shower.

Jeremy: Hey, SE! You should dust once in a while.

Me: What the f#$&?!

Jeremy: I know, I know. No one thinks about dusting their shower, but this little ledge where your shower meets the wall collects dust.

Me: You’re a f#$&ing cockroach. In my f#$%ing shower.

Jeremy: I’d help you out. Really, I would. These scrawny little arms can’t hold onto anything.

I’d only just finished rinsing the shampoo from my hair, so I couldn’t exactly hop out of the shower then and there. That left me the choice of standing with my back to Jeremy (and being unable to see him if he decided to join me in the tub) or staring the creepy little bastard down. I decided to keep my eye on him.

And of course, Jeremy didn’t shut up the whole time.

Jeremy: Apart from the dust, you’ve got a nice bathroom here. I really like your shower curtain; is it from Target?

I bolted out of the shower and the bathroom in record time, and I made doubly sure that the bathroom door clicked shut. I also hoped against hope that Jeremy wouldn’t scoot out the half-inch gap between the door and the linoleum floor.

Then, I dressed for battle. Meaning I tossed on my over-sized Twilight nightshirt, stepped into black-and-white plaid pajama pants, donned my cowboy boots, and tucked said pajama pants into said cowboy boots. Because I was going to be damned if Jeremy crawled up my boot and into my pants.

I gathered a broom and a glass bowl with a lid from the pantry before heading back into the bathroom. I was only partially relieved when I saw that Jeremy hadn’t left his corner above the shower. Only partially because I still had to get him out of my apartment.

Jeremy: They say that you’re not supposed to shower without the fan running, but I love how all the steam turns the entire bathroom into a spa.

Me: All right, motherf#$%er, time to get your ass out of my apartment.

I used the broom’s bristles to gently tap Jeremy’s behind and encourage him out of the corner. He wasn’t exactly thrilled.

Jeremy: Hey, what’s this? What’re these blue pieces of straw bumping against my butt for?

I pressed the glass bowl into the corner of the shower, right in Jeremy’s path. He balked at stepping over the rim. Tried to go left and then right. But I used every iota of resolve in me to herd him toward the bowl rather than dropping everything and running out of the apartment while screaming THERE’S A F#$%ING COCKROACH IN MY BATHROOM at the top of my lungs.

Then suddenly, Jeremy scuttled into the bowl, and I nearly whooped with joy. I eased the bowl and the broom to the floor, and reached for the black lid. Just as I was ready to swap out the broom for the lid, I realized something: I couldn’t see Jeremy through the bowl’s glass bottom.

Jeremy: Ya’know, I don’t like that clear dome-thing. It almost looks like there ain’t anything there to keep me from falling to my death. So I’m gonna just hang out here on this blue straw roof.

Me: You’ve got to be kidding me. How am I going to get him outside now?

Foresight is 20/20. I’d unlocked the sliding glass door in my bedroom that opens out onto the patio, which meant one less thing to struggle against; however there was still the challengeof maneuvering through my narrow apartment with a broom handle held horizontally and then opening the slider without my hands.

I managed it. I created new swears under my breath, but I managed it. I released Jeremy into the wild that is my patio.

Jeremy: This… isn’t your bathroom. Is it? Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice, but I’d rather go back inside.

Me: No f#$%ing way.

Jeremy: Cool, cool, I get it. It’s your apartment. I’m just gonna scurry under the deckbox over there. See you tomorrow!

Me: I better not.

Fortunately for me, I haven’t spotted Jeremy anywhere. Not in my apartment and not on my patio. Maybe he’s found another bathroom to call home. Or maybe a pantry somewhere. There are lots of apartments in my complex after all. I really don’t care, so long as he stays the f#$% out of my apartment.

 

My Medium-Sized Secret: The Monsters of Bear Mountain

I’ve been keeping a secret for about a month now. It’s not a universe-changing secret, like SURPRISE, I came home with a Great Dane puppy or SURPRISE, I ran off to Las Vegas last week and got married.

No, it’s a slightly smaller than that. Maybe more of a medium. That’s what it is: a medium-sized secret.

So what exactly is this medium-sized secret? I sold a short story.

“The Monsters of Bear Mountain” is being published in Franklin/Kerr Press’s post-apocalyptic horror anthology, Down with the Fallen. It’s going to be available as an eBook and as a paperback on November 7th. Pre-orders are now up on Amazon for the eBook, and it’ll eventually be available through Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million as well in eBook and paperback form.

I’m beyond excited. This is an awesome, creepy story that plays on some of my fears for life after the apocalypse.

Just a quick trigger warning: this story contains domestic abuse.

 

 

 

 

On “The Orville”

Spoiler Alert: This post contains spoilers for 
Episode 1 of The Orville.

Image result for the orville tv showThe Orville is billed as an ensemble comedy about the misfit crew of a star-ship. It’s too bad that the first episode was an homage to the “average white dude” trope with bonus (and completely expected) dick jokes.

Seth MacFarlane’s character–Captain Ed Mercer–is the star of the first episode, which is a shame since he’s not compelling or even interesting. He’s an average white guy that gets a job he’s barely qualified for. And the audience is supposed to be rooting for him because this is his last chance to prove himself after his wife cheated on him (which the audience knows happened because it’s literally the first scene in the episode.)

As boring of a character that Ed Mercer is, it could’ve been mitigated if the rest of the Orville’s crew had been allowed to show identities outside their relationship with the captain. The worst offense in the entire episode had to be Kelly Grayson, Ed’s ex-wife.

Kelly Grayson is shoehorned into the role of hated ex-wife that wants to make up to Ed for cheating on him. She’s referred to as a bitch and gossiped about before even meeting the crew; she takes the post of executive officer to better Ed’s standing in his superior’s eyes; she literally lobbied and called-in favors to get Ed command of the Orville.

Now, Kelly does come up with the solution to destroy the Krill ship, and that’s the silver lining to her character. It shows so much potential.

And she’s not the only one with potential. Isaac and Bortus and Alara Kitan and Dr. Claire Finn all showed that they can very well be compelling, engaging characters who may possibly be able to carry an episode on their own if given the chance. Even Ed, as blah as he was, shows at the end of the episode that he might have the potential to grow as a character.

It’s that potential which is going to make me tune-in tonight for the next episode. I might get burned by a show that’s allergic to creating an original story, or I might be pleasantly surprised. I hope Seth MacFarlane has it in him to surprise me.

Don’t Be A Good German

In 2017, the only debate Americans should be having about Nazis and white supremacists is how best to kick their asses. Not about whether or not their hatred is free speech. And we sure as hell shouldn’t have white supremacists in the White House.

But that’s the reality. Evil that’s been too afraid to step into the spotlight since the fall of Nazi Germany has now taken center stage. And it’s past time for those who’ve been on the sidelines to take a fucking stand.

Call out a Nazi. Shut down racist rants. Donate to Jewish and Muslim and women’s and mental health organizations. Demand your senators and representatives do their jobs.

Whatever you do, don’t be a bystander. Don’t be a good German.

Women & the A-team

Image result for The A-teamThe A-team will always hold a special place in my heart. But it was a problematic show, to say the least. The female characters were shoehorned into one of two roles: plot device or love interest. More than once, those two roles were combined. There examples in every other episode, however I have two episodes in mind: “Children of Jamestown” and “Black Day at Bad Rock”. The A-team movie released in 2010 updated a lot of the story but the sexism remained.

“Children of Jamestown”–Season 1, Episode 2
Amy Allen tags along with the A-team as they rescue a young woman from a religious cult. Her presence doesn’t move the plot of the episode along, and the A-team would been just as capable of rescuing the young woman and subsequently taking down the Jamestown cult.

Amy’s role in the plot is to act like a delicate flower and thus enhance the A-team’s masculinity. She twice plays the decoy, praises the A-team’s abilities when they’re building a weapon, and is the foil to the A-team’s strength after they’re sentenced to death.

While Amy might not be a hardened soldier like the A-team, she’s an investigative journalist. She’d have to be pretty brave and capable to be successful in that career. So, yes, it’s unlikely she’s been in life or death experiences, but she’s probably been in some sticky situations before. Yet she turns into a wilting flower the moment things get tough.

“Black Day at Bad Rock”–Season 1, Episode 5
Dr. Maggie Sullivan is a doctor in the small town of Bad Rock when the A-team comes into town. She does three things in the episode: treat BA’s gunshot wound, call the military police on the A-team, and act as Hannibal’s love interest. She’s probably one of the most dynamic female characters in the series.

Dr. Sullivan plays a vital role in the episode by saving BA’s life. She patches him up the best she can and conducts a blood transfusion when a suitable donor arrives. Then she calls the police–albeit, a realistic response to treating a man with a gunshot wound–which is construed as negative since she’s turning in the show’s heroes.

Her actions are reasonable throughout the episode. She’s a strong woman who isn’t intimidated by a trio of dangerous fugitives. So what happens towards the end of the episode? She falls for Hannibal. In the episode’s final scenes, she’s seen in a romantic embrace with Hannibal and even kisses him. It undercuts the strength and capability that she showed earlier in the episode by leaving the audience with an image of her swooning over one of the heroes.

The A-Team (2010)
Captain Charissa Sosa is tasked with capturing the A-team after they escape from prison. She leads a team of soldiers across the globe in pursuit of men that the Army considered so dangerous that they sent all four of them to separate prisons in different parts of the country.

As a captain in the Army’s Defense Criminal Investigative Service, it’s easy to infer that Captain Sosa not only smart but a capable investigator. While she  isn’t a colonel like Colonel Lynch or Colonel Decker or a general like General Fulbright in the original series, the Army obviously believed she had the skills to catch fugitives that were once special forces.

However, Sosa is Face’s ex-girlfriend. When she’s about to have her soldiers capture the A-team, he distracts her by pulling her into a room, kissing her, and handcuffing her to a railing. That would qualify as assault. Not something a soldier in the military police would be happy about, whether the guy was her ex-boyfriend or not. Yet she facilitates the A-team’s escape at the end of the movie by kissing Face and passing him a key to the handcuffs.

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The A-team influenced my writing. It still does to a degree. How could it not with all the hours I spent with Hannibal and Face and BA and Murdock?

I write strong women. Badass women. But for the longest time, she was always a daughter. Or a wife. She rose into her position thanks to the men in her life, and I can’t help seeing a connection with the female characters on The A-team.

I still like the A-team. It’s comfort food, like a big bowl of ice cream or a plate of chocolate fudge. Fun and delicious. But it’s important to acknowledge that it’s got its problematic aspects. Like calories. Or sexism.

The One with the Red Fox

Grace does dumb things (like eating rocks), but she’s done pretty well landing on her own four paws (with lots of help from some amazing vets & vet techs). She also doesn’t think twice about going nose to nose with her 90lb brother. She’s a scrappy little mutt.

And it didn’t surprise me one bit when she charged to the end of the leash one day when I was back in Massachusetts. The fur on her back puffed up to the size of a softball, and she threw all 38lbs of herself against the leash.

My gaze traveled across the patchy green and brown expanse of the front lawn, expecting to land on a furry gray ball of rabbit. But it didn’t. Instead, I saw a fox. A beautiful fox with orange fur and dainty black legs.

My first thought was: Is that really a fox? It looks big enough to be a coyote. Then: Oh shit, is that thing going to come after Grace? Does it have rabies?

Grace didn’t share my momentary panic. She launched herself against the end of the leash again and barked her head off.

Grace: That’s my yard, you weird dog! Get out of my yard!

Fox: F#$% this!

The fox bolted around the side of the house and into the swamp beyond. Grace–naturally–tried to follow.

Grace: That’s it, you better run! Punk! And don’t you ever think about comin’ in my yard again!

It took a lot of encouragement and reminding Grace that she hadn’t had breakfast yet, to get her back inside. But even once we got into the kitchen, she still ran for the sliding doors and the porch beyond (with its view of the backyard). That was where I left her when I took Sampson outside for his morning walk.

I figured that was the end of it. The fox had disappeared into the woods, Grace was stationed in the kitchen, and Sampson was (thankfully) oblivious. I’d even gotten a pretty decent photo of the fox with my camera, which was a bonus.

Then came barking from the front window, and I damn near jumped out of my shoes. Grace had positioned herself in the bay window at the front of the house, barking up a storm.

Grace: Hey, you! I told you to get out of my yard!

Fox: F#$%!

For some reason that must’ve made sense in its brain, the fox had doubled back and stood in the side-yard. It froze when it heard Grace barking and then spotted Sampson with me in the driveway. The fox turned into an orange blur as it bolted back to the swamp behind the house.

Sampson: What was that?

Me: Nothing, dude. Let’s just get your walk done, so I can feed you and Grace.

Sampson: O-k. I wanna eat.

Grace was obviously very pleased with herself when we got back inside and tried to convince me that she deserved some of Sampson’s breakfast because she defended the house. I told her no.

I read the comments on the new Westworld trailer

Warning: This post contains spoilers for Westworld.

Related imageI know, I know: don’t read the comments. But I couldn’t help myself after watching the new Westworld trailer on YouTube and not being able to wrap my head around exactly what I’d just seen. I buzzed past most of the comments without a second glance or thought (though the one about Delores *sexily* riding a horse made me do a double-take.)

Then I saw a comment that actually made my jaw drop. It said: “I knew that Dolores was going to be the villain this season.”

For someone who hadn’t watched the first season and simply knew that this season of Westworld was about androids killing humans, it’d make sense that Dolores the android would be considered a villain. But she’s not.

Dolores exists in a world where androids–known as Hosts–occupy a theme park where guests can enjoy an adventure in the Old West. Hosts are subjected to the guests’s whims. They might be raped, tortured, or even killed, and then their memories of the experience are wiped clean so they’ll be ready for the next guest.

But one of the Hosts’ creators tweaked their programming to give Hosts the ability to develop consciousness. It took decades for Dolores to do it, but she becomes conscious of her situation and able to act against her programming by the end of season one. Who can honestly blame her for turning against the people who’ve treated her and her life like a game that they can play however they want?

The first season was about how we define agency and humanity. The second season looks like it’s going to be about what happens when we deny those things to people and they decide to rise up.

I cannot wait for the new season to drop in 2018, and I’m ready to cheer Dolores on as she finally sticks-it to the people who hurt her for so long.