The slog continues. For years, I've tried to write the best stories I could, genre fiction from dark fantasy, horror, and children's fantasy with a little more depth and heart than you might see in contemporary work. But I don't read a lot of contemporary fiction, so I have no right to say that. In other words, I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. But for the last three decades, I've worked mainly on the same stories, reshaping, editing, polishing, getting new covers, and that kind of thing. Thanks to Deranged Doctor Designs, I've been slowly renovating my backlist, and they are looking much nicer.
On top of that, I've been slowly working on new novels, trying to get the Lovecraft Mysteries Book 2 done, writing new work, and have another children's fantasy on the horizon. The road of the temperamental artist. Do something practical and stay in school for engineering or international affairs or something. Unless you like pain and defeat. Then pick up an instrument, a paintbrush, or a pen. You won't be disappointed.
With all that said, though, I'm proud of what Hill Haven has done lately. It's getting good ratings on Amazon and Goodreads both, so it looks like it's being well received. It makes me a proud papa, and I'm glad people are liking the story. I tried to write more to market and maybe that's the key. Hey, it only took me thirty years to bite that bullet. I'm a stubborn visionary who refuses to let that dreams die out without a fight. It's a fight I'm not sure I'm winning. But there ya go.
I just recently updated Corona of Blue's cover, which I'm happy with. I never pictured Rayleigh that sexy or thin, but it was the best option compared to the others I saw for the cover. And Arkham, Reanimated will be published soon. It's a pulpy fun read about the dead. And I see a werewolf tale in my future with lots and lots and lots of snow. We'll see.
The weather is changing, the leaves are falling, and it is the season. Happy Halloween everybody! Howl at the moon, eat lots of candy, and keep the scary movies on. Turn the lights out and get some popcorn. Don't go down in the basement unless you absolutely have to. And bring a flashlight. The bulb above the stairs just went out and something just wrapped its cold dead fingers around your ankle . . .