Which means it’s time for another Redneck Eldritch teaser. This week’s offering is Mine of the Damned Gods, by Sarah Seeley. Enjoy!
The third story preview for Redneck Eldritch is up! This time it’s the fine story Recording Devices, by D.J. Butler.
Another preview of a story in the Redneck Eldritch anthology is up – The Swimming Hole, by Theric Jepson. Also, as you can see, the final cover art is up.
I am the proud owner of several (mainly) loyal pets. For the most part, they perform their roles as expected (lying around or enthusiastically sniffing things, respectively). But every now and again, one or both will give me this look, as if I’ve just done something very peculiar and possibly transgressive. The last time this happened, I asked the hound “Do I look like a weirdo?” Nothing odd about that, but the disconcerting thing is that having uttered that, the whole of the “Captain Vegetable” song from the golden age of Sesame Street sprang into my head (except for a small gap after Eddie says that spaghetti is a “lovely thing that looks like string”).
I’m trying to come up with something else I recall so clearly from my childhood (or more likely, college years), and coming up empty.
I’ve contributed a story to the upcoming Redneck Eldritch anthology from Cold Fusion Media (I prefer to call it “American Gothic” so I look classier when folks ask about my latest project down at the country club, but whatever). Anyhoo, in advance of the publication in April, there will be a sting of teasers for the various stories in the anthology. Check out the first one, for A Hole In the World, by Ian Welke, here.
Of course, you died back in 2000 and all, but if it appropriate to wish anyone a happy birthday after they’re dead, it’s Edward Gorey
I find it a bit disturbing that this here is being called an “Octopus Beanie”
It brings to mind previous incidents where the eldritch Cthulu was confused with an octopus, which is what makes me nervous. Now, if it is simply a matter of pie makers and knitters assuming that the audience of cephalopod lovers is a richer vein than Lovecraft enthusiasts, that’s fine – people who can’t count to eight deserve to be bilked, I say. But what if this is all a plan from beyond, and someone in R’lyeh is trying to make sure that when he shows up, he gets confused for an octopus?
Something to think about.
Looks like we’ve finally found Yuggoth. It’s all well and good to find new planets, but this one seems like it could be a problem. I mean:
It came to the earth from lead-grey Yuggoth, where the cities are under the warm, deep sea.
—H. P. Lovecraft, “The Horror in the Museum”
That just sounds a bit ominous. On the other hand:
Yuggoth… is a strange dark orb at the very rim of our solar system… There are mighty cities on Yuggoth—great tiers of terraced towers built of black stone… The sun shines there no brighter than a star, but the beings need no light. They have other subtler senses, and put no windows in their great houses and temples… The black rivers of pitch that flow under those mysterious cyclopean bridges—things built by some elder race extinct and forgotten before the beings came to Yuggoth from the ultimate voids—ought to be enough to make any man a Dante or Poe if he can keep sane long enough to tell what he has seen…
—H. P. Lovecraft, “The Whisperer in Darkness”
Dante or Poe – that’s pretty cool, right?
Man, what is this?
I mean, on the most basic level, it is a sign that announces that one can shred CDs here. But the enthusiasm of the text, with its exclamation point, is kind of unsettling to begin with. The fact that the CD in the picture is smiling so cheerfully while being shredded is next-level unsettling. But the really unsettling part is that we’re clearly not looking at a happily suicidal anthropomorphic compact disc. No, that is obviously a grinning lil’ Cthulu hiding behind a shredder. Those aren’t shreds of aluminum, my friends – they are obviously tentacles.
I think I’m staying clear of that shredder, is what I’m saying. Shredders are probably the worst otherworldy portals there are.
As you can see by the graph below, I have once again won NaNoWriMo. As you can also see, I again managed a wonderfully smooth progression that steadily jumped ahead of the daily wordcount goal one needs to hit 50,000. Finally, you can see from the end there, where it stops dead at 50,008 words on November 28, that I hated the novel by the end of the month and wanted nothing to do with it.
Seriously, it’s horrible, some of the worst stuff I’ve written. Still, it’s 50,000 words of something, and hopefully in a few months when I can stand to look at it, I’ll find that maybe 20 or 30k of that is usable as the core of an actual book. That’s what Nano is all about!