Interviews n’ stuff
Just broke 200 pages on it…getting closer to the end of the first draft. But, like I’ve said before, my research leads me down some odd side-streets.
Like this one. You can apparently download full copies of old pulp magazines here. I haven’t done it, but the covers alone are worth a look.
“The Incense of Abomination.” Now that is a title.
And check out some of the writers on those covers (Bradbury!! Lovecraft!! Howard!!).
I see I could spend a long time browsing these, but you get the idea. Back to work.
My dear high-school girlfriend, Sandy Whye, was my first fan and biggest supporter. We were just broken kids, and our love was unable to overcome the wounds we carried with us into that relationship. But the fondness and love remained, and we stayed in touch through the decades.
Today is the first anniversary of her sudden and unexpected death.
I was sad yesterday, and I woke up this morning kind of flat and washed out,. Not devastated as I was when I first heard of her passing 12 months ago, and I figured this muted grayness was going to be the extent of my reaction to the date. But as the workday went on, it felt like a cold winter …
Re-titling my webpage as “Roy M. Griffis – Storyteller” wasn’t done lightly. But I felt honesty demanded it. Novelist” or “Artist” seemed kind of pretentious, like business resumes proclaiming “Thought-leader”.
See, I have all kinds of ideas. Some work best as novels (about 13 – 15 of those in my head), some as screenplays (two or three of those kicking around in the subconscious), some as comic strips. I’d like to think I’m not a slave to a genre or a niche: I’ve written historical fiction and slightly satiric alternative history. There’s the filmscript about a man hunting the seductive female vampire that slew his wife, and I’ve won some awards for my short stories and plays. …
My mother passed away at 1240 am on Friday, April 25.
It was a mercy, as she had been struggling with dementia for years and had barely been able to recognize anyone in the final months.
Physically, she had been in good shape until the very end. My father worked very hard to keep her in their home of over 30 years and he cared for her with great attentiveness and love.
My brother moved to within two miles of their home, and he visited her almost every day, giving my father some breaks and looking after them both.
His dedication was commendable and heroic.
I was able to be there on her last day. She was on hospice, and …
Lovely way to start the year:
And it has viciously kicked my ass most of this month.
Grief turned out to be kind of a reverse Trojan Horse: it detonated in might and power and inevitability like Shiva the Destroyer, but there were gifts (perhaps even a kind of rebirth) to be found in the rubble.
The most gut-wrenching part of the loss has started to subside and, to almost no one’s surprise, I will write more about it later.
In other writing news, my High-School English teacher and I reconnected this summer after losing touch for a few years. She was a tremendous educator and I was so blessed to have her in my confused young life as a High School Senior. She …