E. R. Eddison’s The Worm Ouroboros makes me wish I could be a novelist in 1922. This was a time, apparently, when one could publish a strange fantasy book written entirely in sixteenth century English, and people would read it. This book influenced many fantasy writers to come, including Tolkien, and it’s easy to see why.
“Out with it,” barked the wizened old dwarf. Erl’s leather face shifted into a smile and he slapped Gartnor on the back with a stinging but friendly force. “The faster you ’splain what you want, the faster we can guzzle that pitcher.”
This story has been bouncing around my mind for years, but two Octobers ago, inspired by the anticipation of Halloween, I finally put words down. Now, the story is published.
I’m pleased to announce that I have a new short story up on both SagaBorn.com and Amazon. It is available in all major ebook formats for free at SagaBorn.com, or if you’d like to read it on your Kindle, you can get it for $0.99 on Amazon.
Recently, I spoke on a panel with several other authors where we attempted to dissect the process of creating antagonists with depth. At one point, as I spoke about the word “evil,” a fellow writer in the audience became so severely offended that she grew visibly agitated, began mumbling expletives, then stormed out of the room in protest.
Thanks to the support from fans of SagaBorn, The Dead Gulch has been funded, and has reached a special funding goal to include a short story written by me.
Here is the first man whose art I feared. Actually, that’s not entirely true…there had been a few horror novels with covers that made me afraid, but that had been a surface fear. The dread conjured by a Frazetta painting was something deeper; it was visceral. His work was the first to transport me to a mythical world—an ancient and primitive world, where the terror of the unknown lurked in every shadow, dangerous even for the mightiest of men.
I just returned from MidSouthCon 33, where I was invited to be an author guest. Here is my experience from the show.