wyld_dandelyon: A cat-wizard happily writing, by Tod (a wizard writing)
So, @BryanThomasS originally said he couldn't do a chat on Halloween, and he was suggesting a roundtable on horror.  But there's so much more to Halloween than horror (even if we ignore that it's Samhain).  There are many aspects of magic (and even death) that are beautiful, inspiring, or mysterious instead of merely horrible or panic-inducing.  So I volunteered to run the chat.

Then one of his guests needed to change dates and claimed October 31, so he bumped me up a week, which means I'm hosting #sffwrtcht today!

Here are some of the questions we may discuss:
  • As writers, are we living out our childhood dreams, telling the stories of the heroes, villains, fairies and witches that once we embodied in costume and play?
  • What was your favorite costume? Do you write about characters like that?
  • What was your most memorable Halloween experience?
  • What new heroes, villains, or fantasy characters have you discovered since you grew up?
  • What have you learned about storytelling from Halloween?
I hope you'll join us!

If you want to suggest any additional questions or share your own stories/thoughts ahead of time (or after the fact), here's a great place to do so.
wyld_dandelyon: (joyouscat by Djinni)
It's now past midnight on Oct 31st in the UK which means... it's ALIIIIVE!

Re-Vamp includes my drabble, Sometimes They Do.

You can purchase it in paper or e-form directly from the publishers or through Amazon, Lulu, or Smashwords:

http://maddocsoflit.com/

Amazon paperback (US edition)
http://www.amazon.com/Re-Vamp-Mad-Doctors-Literature/dp/1466407492/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319999703&sr=1-2

Lulu paperback (worldwide edition)
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/re-vamp/11693059

Amazon Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Re-Vamp-ebook/dp/B005UGJYEC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1319999673&sr=8-2

Smashwords (ebook, multiformat)
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/94535

For those who care about the cover art (an excerpt of which was used for the flyer below), I'm told that Smashwords required the publishers to shrink the art, so the paper edition Lulu cover is printed from a higher-resolution file. 



Happy Halloween, everybody!
wyld_dandelyon: (joyouscat by Djinni)
It's now past midnight on Oct 31st in the UK which means... it's ALIIIIVE!

Re-Vamp includes my drabble, Sometimes They Do.

You can purchase it in paper or e-form directly from the publishers or through Amazon, Lulu, or Smashwords:

http://maddocsoflit.com/

Amazon paperback (US edition)
http://www.amazon.com/Re-Vamp-Mad-Doctors-Literature/dp/1466407492/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319999703&sr=1-2

Lulu paperback (worldwide edition)
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/re-vamp/11693059

Amazon Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Re-Vamp-ebook/dp/B005UGJYEC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1319999673&sr=8-2

Smashwords (ebook, multiformat)
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/94535

For those who care about the cover art (an excerpt of which was used for the flyer below), I'm told that Smashwords required the publishers to shrink the art, so the paper edition Lulu cover is printed from a higher-resolution file. 



Happy Halloween, everybody!
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
“Tonight, the dead can come through.” Lester pitched his voice low. It was Halloween and they were in a graveyard, so his friends were already jumpy. But he wanted to heighten the effect. He’d gone to a great deal of trouble to set things up, after all.

“I—I don’t think we’re supposed to be here after dark.” Andy played with his tail nervously.

“Of course we’re not. Do you want to talk to your grandpa?” Lester stopped between headstones labeled FATHER and MOTHER, cut deeply enough to be read in the moonlight.

“Yeah.”

A car drove by. Kevin turned so his high-necked vampire cape was toward the road. “Come on, guys, we’d better get further in. If the police see us, we’re toast.”

“Lead us to your grandfather’s grave.” Lester intoned. He gestured for Andy to lead. He knew exactly where the grave was, but wasn’t about to admit that.

They followed Andy. Milo was last, feeling ridiculous in his pumpkin costume and tacky candy bag. He kept imagining he heard echoes of that old Snoopy cartoon as his oversized orange body floated over the gravestones. He’d wanted to be something scary, but Lester had bribed him to carry stuff, and he needed something that could hide the bag. Belatedly, it occurred to him he could have been a hunchback, and just covered his backpack with a cool, ripped-up costume shirt. And still got the Game Boy. He kicked a gravestone in disgust.

Andy wove back and forth. Lester started to wonder if he would ever find it.

Kevin tripped over an old, worn stone and bashed his knee. There was only a little blood, but the scent seemed strong.

“Are you OK?” Andy rushed to his friend. “We can go back, if—”

“No, I’m fine.” Kevin stood up, grimaced, and limped forward. “I want to see this ghost.”

“It’s just Grandpa.”

“He’s still a ghost. If he shows up.”

Lester laid a hand on Andy’s shoulder. “We have to start before midnight.”

They walked on, more slowly.

Finally, Andy found it, breathing a sigh of relief. “There you are, Grandpa. I brought you—“

“Wait.” Lester said.

Kevin sank to the ground with a curse.

Lester continued, “Not yet. It has to be done right.”

Andy frowned. Milo reached inside the pumpkin, bringing out a silver platter, candlesticks, candles, and “Spooky” incense sticks.

Lester set them up, right on the grave and lit the candles.

The other boys looked around uneasily. They were deep in the graveyard, and couldn’t see any streetlights or hear any cars. The only light came from the moon, which looked eerie, tattered thin clouds giving it a ghostly aspect.

Lester walked around the area, waving a lit incense stick.

“What’s that for? It smells like a wet dog!” Kevin wrinkled his nose.

Milo snickered. “It smells more like Pine-Sol to me!”

Lester frowned. Jokes would not help his intended effect. “Hush, I’m casting the magic circle! We have to use incense or chalk—you want to draw a chalk circle in all this grass?” Lester abandoned the circle and walked back behind the gravestone. “Now I’ve got to start again, ‘cause you guys were goofing off.” He glared at them. “Look, once I get this done, we’ve got to hold hands. Get over here and get ready.”

Kevin rubbed his leg, near the bleeding knee. “How about we hold hands over here?”

“You want to speak to the guy in that grave? That wouldn’t be fair to Andy, but—“

“No, no, I’m coming.”

“Good. Now get ready, and be quiet.” Lester started to circle again, an eerie figure in dark robes. Once he returned to where he started, he bent over, planted the incense stick in the ground, and surreptitiously pushed the button on the tape recorder he’d hidden there.

Then he settled next to Andy, and they made a circle with their hands. Kevin sneezed, and Lester glared. But he was on a timetable now. “Repeat after me. In the name of the gods and spirits,”

“In the name of the gods and spirits,”

“We are here to call Andy’s Grandpa from the grave.”

“We are here to call Andy’s Grandpa from the grave.” Milo and Kevin repeated dutifully.

Andy, however, just said “Hey, Grandpa—come out! I brought your favorite, Grandpa—a caramel apple!”

Lester could hear the music he’d programmed starting now, very low. There were more words he’d memorized, but Andy’s cheery outburst threw him off.

Andy placed the caramel apple on the plate, and the other boys added candy from their bags. Lester hurried to do so too, trying to guess how much time was passing, and how to change his planned invocation.

The light brightened as soon as the caramel apple landed on the plate. It twisted oddly, then firmed, and there, all in light, was Andy’s Grandpa. He was laughing, laughing so hard tears poured from his eyes. Lester’s jaw dropped, even as his music rose.

The ghost wiped its eyes. “Andy, my boy, you’ll have to eat that apple for me. “ Andy nodded, and took the apple in his hands like it was precious.

“And Milo, Kevin, good to see you. Is it as exciting to see a ghost as you thought?”

The other boys nodded, eyes wide.

Finally, the ghost turned to Lester, laughing again, “And you, boy. What are we going to do with you? Trying to scare your friends with recorded music and pyrotechnics!”

Andy looked at Lester. “You mean this was all a joke?”

The ghost patted him, its insubstantial hand flickering as it went a bit into his shoulder. “Don’t get mad, my boy. This did get you here in time to say goodbye, after all.” The music rose behind them. “Besides, as it turned out, the joke’s on him!”

Andy and the ghost talked for a bit, words the others could never remember, afterward. The spooky music played incongruously in the background. Lester wondered what happened to the words he’d recorded with the music.

A while after the tape recorder clicked off, the ghost started to fade. “I love you, Andy. That won’t change. And, boys, I’ll miss you. Get home safe, and be sure to get Lester to show you those special effects.” The ghost, laughing again, gave Lester a thumbs-up, and was gone.

Copyright 2009 Deirdre M. Murphy



Please, leave me a comment below to let me know what you think.

Also, there's a contest.  I'll quote the tweet for you:
RT @jmstro: To celebrate I'm having a #fridayflash#reading contest. Win prizes for reading flash fiction. http://bit.ly/3rUpJ1
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
“Tonight, the dead can come through.” Lester pitched his voice low. It was Halloween and they were in a graveyard, so his friends were already jumpy. But he wanted to heighten the effect. He’d gone to a great deal of trouble to set things up, after all.

“I—I don’t think we’re supposed to be here after dark.” Andy played with his tail nervously.

“Of course we’re not. Do you want to talk to your grandpa?” Lester stopped between headstones labeled FATHER and MOTHER, cut deeply enough to be read in the moonlight.

“Yeah.”

A car drove by. Kevin turned so his high-necked vampire cape was toward the road. “Come on, guys, we’d better get further in. If the police see us, we’re toast.”

“Lead us to your grandfather’s grave.” Lester intoned. He gestured for Andy to lead. He knew exactly where the grave was, but wasn’t about to admit that.

They followed Andy. Milo was last, feeling ridiculous in his pumpkin costume and tacky candy bag. He kept imagining he heard echoes of that old Snoopy cartoon as his oversized orange body floated over the gravestones. He’d wanted to be something scary, but Lester had bribed him to carry stuff, and he needed something that could hide the bag. Belatedly, it occurred to him he could have been a hunchback, and just covered his backpack with a cool, ripped-up costume shirt. And still got the Game Boy. He kicked a gravestone in disgust.

Andy wove back and forth. Lester started to wonder if he would ever find it.

Kevin tripped over an old, worn stone and bashed his knee. There was only a little blood, but the scent seemed strong.

“Are you OK?” Andy rushed to his friend. “We can go back, if—”

“No, I’m fine.” Kevin stood up, grimaced, and limped forward. “I want to see this ghost.”

“It’s just Grandpa.”

“He’s still a ghost. If he shows up.”

Lester laid a hand on Andy’s shoulder. “We have to start before midnight.”

They walked on, more slowly.

Finally, Andy found it, breathing a sigh of relief. “There you are, Grandpa. I brought you—“

“Wait.” Lester said.

Kevin sank to the ground with a curse.

Lester continued, “Not yet. It has to be done right.”

Andy frowned. Milo reached inside the pumpkin, bringing out a silver platter, candlesticks, candles, and “Spooky” incense sticks.

Lester set them up, right on the grave and lit the candles.

The other boys looked around uneasily. They were deep in the graveyard, and couldn’t see any streetlights or hear any cars. The only light came from the moon, which looked eerie, tattered thin clouds giving it a ghostly aspect.

Lester walked around the area, waving a lit incense stick.

“What’s that for? It smells like a wet dog!” Kevin wrinkled his nose.

Milo snickered. “It smells more like Pine-Sol to me!”

Lester frowned. Jokes would not help his intended effect. “Hush, I’m casting the magic circle! We have to use incense or chalk—you want to draw a chalk circle in all this grass?” Lester abandoned the circle and walked back behind the gravestone. “Now I’ve got to start again, ‘cause you guys were goofing off.” He glared at them. “Look, once I get this done, we’ve got to hold hands. Get over here and get ready.”

Kevin rubbed his leg, near the bleeding knee. “How about we hold hands over here?”

“You want to speak to the guy in that grave? That wouldn’t be fair to Andy, but—“

“No, no, I’m coming.”

“Good. Now get ready, and be quiet.” Lester started to circle again, an eerie figure in dark robes. Once he returned to where he started, he bent over, planted the incense stick in the ground, and surreptitiously pushed the button on the tape recorder he’d hidden there.

Then he settled next to Andy, and they made a circle with their hands. Kevin sneezed, and Lester glared. But he was on a timetable now. “Repeat after me. In the name of the gods and spirits,”

“In the name of the gods and spirits,”

“We are here to call Andy’s Grandpa from the grave.”

“We are here to call Andy’s Grandpa from the grave.” Milo and Kevin repeated dutifully.

Andy, however, just said “Hey, Grandpa—come out! I brought your favorite, Grandpa—a caramel apple!”

Lester could hear the music he’d programmed starting now, very low. There were more words he’d memorized, but Andy’s cheery outburst threw him off.

Andy placed the caramel apple on the plate, and the other boys added candy from their bags. Lester hurried to do so too, trying to guess how much time was passing, and how to change his planned invocation.

The light brightened as soon as the caramel apple landed on the plate. It twisted oddly, then firmed, and there, all in light, was Andy’s Grandpa. He was laughing, laughing so hard tears poured from his eyes. Lester’s jaw dropped, even as his music rose.

The ghost wiped its eyes. “Andy, my boy, you’ll have to eat that apple for me. “ Andy nodded, and took the apple in his hands like it was precious.

“And Milo, Kevin, good to see you. Is it as exciting to see a ghost as you thought?”

The other boys nodded, eyes wide.

Finally, the ghost turned to Lester, laughing again, “And you, boy. What are we going to do with you? Trying to scare your friends with recorded music and pyrotechnics!”

Andy looked at Lester. “You mean this was all a joke?”

The ghost patted him, its insubstantial hand flickering as it went a bit into his shoulder. “Don’t get mad, my boy. This did get you here in time to say goodbye, after all.” The music rose behind them. “Besides, as it turned out, the joke’s on him!”

Andy and the ghost talked for a bit, words the others could never remember, afterward. The spooky music played incongruously in the background. Lester wondered what happened to the words he’d recorded with the music.

A while after the tape recorder clicked off, the ghost started to fade. “I love you, Andy. That won’t change. And, boys, I’ll miss you. Get home safe, and be sure to get Lester to show you those special effects.” The ghost, laughing again, gave Lester a thumbs-up, and was gone.

Copyright 2009 Deirdre M. Murphy



Please, leave me a comment below to let me know what you think.

Also, there's a contest.  I'll quote the tweet for you:
RT @jmstro: To celebrate I'm having a #fridayflash#reading contest. Win prizes for reading flash fiction. http://bit.ly/3rUpJ1
wyld_dandelyon: (great wizard by djinmi)
I'm in Chicago; went to lunch yesterday with my Aunt and sisters. Hmm...should have a name for the sister I'm going to be talking about mostly here -- we'll go with Dragon, because the similarity of her name to one of the Magic card dragons has led to that being an occasional nickname, so it's easy to remember. She is the sister who went to the Art Institute of Chicago before becoming a lawyer. The other sister became a lawyer late in life and is insanely busy, being both a mother and trying to keep the schedule of a new lawyer in her 20s, when she's in her 40s. At lunch, Dragon and I talked about carving pumpkins. She has a daughter who was born late in October and who always has a Halloween costume party for her birthday. So her lawn was in need of a new decoration.

Lunch was fun, and went well, and my Aunt did very well with only a cane -- the first time out without the walker since she fell.

Then Dragon, the birthday girl, and I went shopping. We got a bunch of pumpkins, some gourds, and some stuff from Michaels. Sadly, there were no gourd-shaped pumpkins for a head. When we got home, the birthday girl mostly went on the internets, though she helped a little.

The long stem on the "head" pumpkin eventually became the nose--the "snout" pumpkin was cored through and the openings shaped to fit the stem. 

Those stripey gourds are really hard!  I ended up calling my mother (Dragon bought the house from Mom) to ask where I could find a hacksaw.  She didn't think there was one, but told me where she had put tools in the basement.  She was right (about where tools could be found) and, happily, was wrong about the hacksaw, as you can see from the pictures.

This would have been easier had I brought my wood carving tools.  Pushing barbeque skewers through pumpkins by  hand isn't easy, but having seen pumpkins dry out, we didn't want to make the holes in the skin of the pumpkin any larger than needed.  Structural integrity is important.

Hmm...no-neck dragon looks too much like snoopy.  Got to add a neck.

During this process, the birthday girl periodically cheered our efforts, and the other denizens of the house came to check things out.  The dog ate pieces of pumpkin that dropped to the floor.  The grey cat came to check things out, but true to her name (Phantom) I couldn't  get a decent picture of her.

And clearly, the black cat is not impressed.

Finally, we get it together enough to get a preliminary photo of the finished effect.

Then it's time to carry it outside.  By this time it's quite dark outside.  Too dark to get a picture without the dreadful flash on my cell phone.

And, finally, here is a picture taken today, with her "egg" (a white pumpkin):




wyld_dandelyon: (great wizard by djinmi)
I'm in Chicago; went to lunch yesterday with my Aunt and sisters. Hmm...should have a name for the sister I'm going to be talking about mostly here -- we'll go with Dragon, because the similarity of her name to one of the Magic card dragons has led to that being an occasional nickname, so it's easy to remember. She is the sister who went to the Art Institute of Chicago before becoming a lawyer. The other sister became a lawyer late in life and is insanely busy, being both a mother and trying to keep the schedule of a new lawyer in her 20s, when she's in her 40s. At lunch, Dragon and I talked about carving pumpkins. She has a daughter who was born late in October and who always has a Halloween costume party for her birthday. So her lawn was in need of a new decoration.

Lunch was fun, and went well, and my Aunt did very well with only a cane -- the first time out without the walker since she fell.

Then Dragon, the birthday girl, and I went shopping. We got a bunch of pumpkins, some gourds, and some stuff from Michaels. Sadly, there were no gourd-shaped pumpkins for a head. When we got home, the birthday girl mostly went on the internets, though she helped a little.

The long stem on the "head" pumpkin eventually became the nose--the "snout" pumpkin was cored through and the openings shaped to fit the stem. 

Those stripey gourds are really hard!  I ended up calling my mother (Dragon bought the house from Mom) to ask where I could find a hacksaw.  She didn't think there was one, but told me where she had put tools in the basement.  She was right (about where tools could be found) and, happily, was wrong about the hacksaw, as you can see from the pictures.

This would have been easier had I brought my wood carving tools.  Pushing barbeque skewers through pumpkins by  hand isn't easy, but having seen pumpkins dry out, we didn't want to make the holes in the skin of the pumpkin any larger than needed.  Structural integrity is important.

Hmm...no-neck dragon looks too much like snoopy.  Got to add a neck.

During this process, the birthday girl periodically cheered our efforts, and the other denizens of the house came to check things out.  The dog ate pieces of pumpkin that dropped to the floor.  The grey cat came to check things out, but true to her name (Phantom) I couldn't  get a decent picture of her.

And clearly, the black cat is not impressed.

Finally, we get it together enough to get a preliminary photo of the finished effect.

Then it's time to carry it outside.  By this time it's quite dark outside.  Too dark to get a picture without the dreadful flash on my cell phone.

And, finally, here is a picture taken today, with her "egg" (a white pumpkin):




wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]The Halloween party I went to was tonight.  And I went as the summer sky, with butterflies. 

I should take pictures of this dress!  (But I haven't yet.)
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]The Halloween party I went to was tonight.  And I went as the summer sky, with butterflies. 

I should take pictures of this dress!  (But I haven't yet.)

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