So, I dedicated this week to working on updates with my horror short “Autonomy Bleeds Black”, which is why I haven’t uploaded a VPD or blogged much of anything else this week. I knew I had to give the horror short some time to make sure my marketing is successful and that my dream of my short stories becoming movies becomes possible.
However, I miss the crap out of my novel! I’m going to work on it today and write a VPD as well as share my other ones. I guess this is the risk of having more than one writing project. Have you ever had this feeling though? Where you miss the world and characters you created? It’s gotten to the point where I have designed playlists for my characters with Spotify when I want to think about them (it’s very fun!). I honestly love this feeling and can’t wait to get back on track.
Also, I started the audiobook called Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke. Have you read it? I absolutely love it so far. It’s definitely a must for artists of all types who need inspiration or encouragement, especially if you’re a poet.
So my first horror short “Autonomy Bleeds Black” has been available on Kindle, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Scribd, and other ebook platforms for a couple of months now. To make the free excerpt of the story more accessible, I’m going to share it on my website and on Vocal after I do some line editing. It is my first published work lol it’s not perfect, but I am proud and want to share it as much as I can.
The free excerpt will be available next week. Hope you’ll enjoy it!
I’m excited to announce that you can read the beginning of my horror short story “Autonomy Bleeds Black” is available to read on Vocal!
If you like psychological horror with some Kafkaesque elements and magical realism, you’ll enjoy it!
“Since there was nothing at all I was certain of, since I needed to be provided at every instant with a new confirmation of my existence, since nothing was in my very own, undoubted, sole possession, determined unequivocally only by me — in sober truth a disinherited son — naturally I became unsure even of the thing nearest to me, my own body.” – Franz Kafka, “Letter to My Father”