Yesterday, I received word that "In Old Water" made it into Northern Haunts. Yes, I jumped for joy. The idea that I could donate my meager talent to a project to help fight the big C, well that thrilled me. My dad died in 1989 after a protracted battle with brain cancer and a cure that may have been worse than the disease.
I kind of like that particular story, too. In thinking about the Northeast, my imagination kept lingering on Walden Pond (I occasionally teach Thoreau). I thought about the age of things in that part of the country, all the violence during the French/Indian War, the Revolutionary War, etc. The water, it seems, has a memory of those things...
This will make a fine gift for Mom, although she probably won't read a word. She doesn't really like "scary" stuff.
3 comments:
Congratulations on the acceptance!
My mother is also horror-phobic. She tried to read "Memory Lane" in the HELP anthology but told me there was "too much swearing."
CONGRATULATIONS! Can't wait for Northern Haunts to be released.
You write very well.
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