Is Literary Horror a Real Classification?

For now I will refer to it as the Oak project. It’s going well. I finished the scary scene. I can’t help adding humor to tension. I probably do that in real life.

The manuscript is up to 14,000 words now, so I’m making good progress on the first draft.

Would you say that some of Robert Louis Stevenson’s work was literary horror? How literary would you say his books were? And man, weren’t they short?



The Horror

I started writing a horror scene today where a door shuts unexpectedly. A sound is heard. Anxiety builds.

I come home late from work, turn on the hall light, sit at my desk to eat.

The hall light shuts itself off. I go into the hall to turn it back on. Nothing happens. Creepy.

Sleep well.



I am working on the next novel while I wait for The Dying Art of Conjugation¬†Act I to cool down. Truth is, though, I’ve never made this much progress on a project so quickly. I’m up to 7000 words in the first draft, with lots of notes to work off of the from the outline. I’ve already changed the name of the new project twice, so that means it is taking form on its own, if such a thing can be said to be true.

A trusted friend pointed out that my last book, Fugue in C Minor, has a paranoid feel to it. So I am using some of that groove in this new book, too. I like it.


Intentional Distraction

I finished writing Act I of The Dying Art of Conjugation yesterday morning as planned. It’s 50,000 words and ready for market after several drafts. I started looking into smaller presses for traditional publication. I’m not sure how well that will work out. What I write is best described as Intelligent,¬†Romantic, Literary Fiction about relationships and intimacy, with just a dab of sci-fi and psych-fi like the bacon atop a Voodoo Donut maple bar.

Millions of people would love reading my books, if they knew to read them. If they knew they existed.

So I planned my next distraction. I had a scary dream the other day and wrote down the basics for future use when I woke up. Today was the future, so I just spent two hours blocking out the plot and characters for that story. It went really well. It may have actually gone too well, because I didn’t expect to have enough material for a full novel. But I do. Normally I let new ideas like this sit for a long time, usually years. But this?

It may not be a distraction.

Finishing is Just the Beginning

Tomorrow I will have the first act of The Dying Art of Conjugation finished. All I have to write is the ending, and I already know what I want to do with it.

Then comes the weird part. Once the cover is complete with art and titles, it will be ready to publish. And then what?

I have learned about myself that I like to work on many projects simultaneously. I start four or five novels before I finish the first one I started. And so I am going to start a new novel, unrelated to this story. But then come back and write Act II when I have fleshed out the basics of this new story, which, by the way, came directly from a nightmare I had a week ago. It literally freaked me awake, and when I told my wife she said it would make a great story. Don’t all nightmares?

So Act II will happen, just not right away.

Now to write that ending, and see what my amazing artist friend can conjure for the cover art.