Girl, Beware of Ghosts

I sigh as we pull up to the old, red house. It looks like all the other houses in the suburbs that we’ve looked at so far. Far from home, Mom, and all my friends. But apparently being 17 means that I don’t get a say as to where I finish out my last year of high school. Apparently waiting a year and letting me finish school with my friends and then moving out on my own or going to college isn’t a good enough argument when confronted with ‘I’m your Father, I said so.’ Ass. So now I am stuck looking at new houses all summer with Dad and his new, fifteen-years-younger-than-him wife Mindy. Dad starts to say something, but I turn up my iPod to drown him out. He isn’t going to say anything new anyway, just the same bland, cookie cutter chat about this house like he has all the rest. ‘Ooh, look at the nice bay windows. Wow, real wood trees.’ I’d rather listen to my acid rock than him and Mindy banter back and forth about nothing. I sink into my seat in the back of the car and try to get more comfortable. Maybe take a nap or something. Dad keeps looking at the clock, I guess the broker is late. Oh well. Just as I close my eyes Dad taps my leg and motions for me to take the head phones out.Read More »


Hallowe’en Treats

Hey friends, looking for some Gothic Horror this Hallowe’en? Look no further than this list:

Horace Walpole’s The Castle of Otranto is hailed as the original Gothic Horror story.

J. Sheridan Le Fanu’s Carmilla is the first *modern* Vampire story, written 25 years before Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This story, I think, is an essential read for Gothic literature and Vampire literature alike.

Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde explores the Victorian notion of the grotesque.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus further explores the grotesque with Frankenstein’s monster, as well as science in a Gothic setting.

NaNo 2018

NaNoWriMo 2018 is just around the corner! And this year I plan to continue the novel series that I started last year. The first book in my Chronicles of Corinth series was such an amazing experience for me that I can’t wait to see where the second novel takes me. I have ideas, and I have little threads and plots I have been thinking about since book one, but I am not allowing myself to get ahead of… myself. The story? Anyway, I am excited!

Camp NaNo!

Writing Update! I’m doing Camp NaNo this year (my first year for this as well!). My goals are to finish and completely edit my novel, so it’s ready for beta in May! Stay tuned for updates about the novel process! And then, hopefully, publication?

Chronicles of Corinth Update

Just an update! So, I have an official name for the book now, and the series itself (yup, I said series) is going to be the Chronicles of Corinth. I am sure you’ve all been curious about that in my slight blog absence, hehe. The book isn’t done yet, but getting closer and closer. I am super excited about it! Okay… well… yeah. So, still alive, still writing…

NaNoWriMo 2017 – Update 3

Just a little update: Y’ALL I WON! That’s right, your girl Miranda won early with an end of day count at 51,551 words! I’m not done with the story yet, but I did win my very first official NaNoWriMo! So yeah! Woot! Okay, that’s all for now. I’ll update y’all more later with where the book’s at.

Chapter One

October, 1983

It was a crisp fall Sunday morning in the small town of Lancaster, some six miles outside of the greater Corinth Metropolitan Area. This Sunday was like every other, the entire town’s population driving or walking up the cobblestone path to that white washed country church, nestled atop the only hill fully cleared of trees. Richard, in his paint stained blue overalls and worn beige dress shirt, was spot painting the sign out by the road as parishioners arrive. There was a cold bite in the air, the grass still frosted from the chilled night before.

The inside of the church was a warm welcome compared to that cold, biting breeze that greeted the later arrivals. Soon, the parishioners, all dressed in their Sunday finest, started to fill into their not officially assigned, but clearly claimed pews. Polished, dark wooden pews that offered no comfort to the people sitting. But their faces would never betray their discomfort. The church smelled of incense mixed with the many contrasting colognes and perfumes of the congregation. Chatters turned to murmurs, which then turned to silence and attention as Brother Fletcher approached the podium.

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NaNoWriMo 2017 – Update 2

It’s NaNoWriMo Eve. I think I am ready, but we’ll see. Anyway, I haven’t planned too much, but I have quite a bit plotted. I am pretty pleased with my cast of characters, which you’ll meet tomorrow. Some of them, anyway.

Yeah, that’s all. Just a little update. Looking forward to starting my novel. Wish me luck in finishing!