My editor, who gets to poke at my manuscripts, flagged a sentence in the first course of my occult mystery, “A dog barked in the distance.” This is a cliche according to Rosecrans Baldwin, a novelist who wrote an article for Slate back in 2010. He says it’s tired writing. If so, I’m in good company. He quotes James Joyce, Stephen King, Jodi Picoult, Chuck … Continue reading Dogs barking and the stupidity of literary fashion
09Oct I had another vision that night. After my meeting with Bea. I wasn’t dreaming and I wasn’t in bed. I’d been asleep, but not in bed. I was sitting on a stool at my kitchen counter. I had my notes out. It was evening. I don’t even remember nodding off—like, I don’t remember feeling so tired that I wanted to lie down. My head … Continue reading You wouldn’t’ve asked the right questions
The art of Mike Campau (used without permission) helped me make peace with Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. I still don’t particularly enjoy being active on those places, but I can finally let go of my disgust for what they’ve largely become. This might seem paradoxical since we’re now in a time of high anti-social media sentiment. It was revealed just recently, for example, that Facebook may have … Continue reading How I stopped being disgusted by social media
09Oct The dust from the road trailed my car like a long plume of smoke. The tires jiggled over gravel as my phone announced my arrival at my destination with a soft chime. I slowed and turned into a wide lot of patchy grass fenced by irregular trees and shrubs. At the center was a silver-sided trailer home surrounded by a wooden-slat fence. All manner … Continue reading You wanna know the truth?
08Oct “Chase!” Lt. Miller called from the door of her office. I sighed. I looked down at the open drawer. I was trying to surreptitiously pack its complete contents into a box under my desk. I moved the giant salamander claw out of the way and pushed the drawer closed with my shoe. I wasn’t even all the way into her office before she asked … Continue reading It’s like magic
05Oct I sat in the car on the side of the road for a good fifteen or twenty minutes. The Cormack’s teenage daughter was flirting loudly with a neighborhood boy on the front lawn, two houses down on the other side, that was covered in leaves. She was around sixteen or so, I guessed, and not much over five feet with blonde hair, a baby … Continue reading Just don’t let your mom find it
04Oct It was only later that I came across Detective King and the Albert Fish case, and the numerous others the department conveniently files under similar headings—which is to say I didn’t start my career as the NYPD’s resident occultist. And I can’t say I ever intended it. It’s not like you know where you’ll end up when you step off the straight and narrow. … Continue reading The disappearance of Alexa Sacchi