Eddy, my new novella, will be out next month. I’ve been invited to read and speak at the Poe Museum’s Birthday celebration upon its release.
However, you can win a free copy before it’s released!
This is a fictional account of an actual event in Edgar Allan Poe’s Life. In 1848, whether accidental or purposeful, Edgar took an overdose of Laudanum, which was an opiate based medicine available on the open market. It was sold in pharmacies as well as pubs!
Poe nearly died as a result. This is a fictional imagining of that experience.
Poe reimagines the life and death of each of the women he loved. The story begins and ends in the Boston rooming house in which Poe found himself in November 1848 right after he’s bought the Laudanum. His overdose rouses images of his mother backstage at the theater in Richmond during her last performance and continues on to Virginia in their Philadelphia home while she played the piano for their guests. The story doesn’t neglect his other loves.
Debbie the events coordinator from the Poe Museum said she was “blown away” and couldn’t wait to share it with her colleagues.
Eddy won’t be available until January 6th. But you can WIN a advanced copy by entering your email address. You don’t need to enter more than once, your email address is your entry. A single one will be randomly selected by a generator, and the winner will be notified by email on or about January 5th.
If you need more to whet your appetite, take a look at my interview with Super News Live on their Dark Mysteries Show about The Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe.
I’m excited about releasing this as Poe’s work and life has been such an inspiration, not only to me but to many. His work will continue to inspire writers, artists, and film makers for many years to come.
I grew up in a tough neighborhood. (don’t stereotype me)
I was in a band. (for about 5 minutes)
I was in a few movies. (another 5 minutes)
I wrote my first “novel”at the age of 11. (an angst ridden piece about a girl who is kidnapped because she witnessed a crime)
I was actually kidnapped. (not at 11/that story is waiting for publication)
I always have wanted to own a Munster-like house.
I’ve gotten lost in every major city I’ve ever been (including abroad. Trust me when I say every country/every city has neighborhoods you don’t want to be lost in at dusk)
I keep a lot of random facts as well as insignificant details in my brain. (jokes don’t stick tho)
now the stalkers know – don’t be a stalker….
How much is your image worth?
Cris is an angry person. He feels that he is not getting his fair share. I’m not sure we can say that he ever had integrity given what he’s about to do. He thinks he’s getting a real deal, and he thinks no one can get hurt.
Where do any of us draw the line in getting what we want? And are we willing to pay the price?
“One Dollar Stories,” my short story, appears in the new Crime Issue by Pilcrow and Dagger.
Daughter: My friend invited me to Oregon, I need a new bathing suit.
Me: Bathing suit? It’s going to be chilly.
Daughter: So I’ll take a sweater. We’re going sit on the beach at night and watch the stars.
Me: At night….On the beach… In Oregon…. at this time of year? It’s going to be cold.
Daughter: So we’ll take a blanket too.
Me: You’re going to need a coat, maybe gloves.
Me: Last time I was on the beach at night, we saw a rat.
Daughter: Your new nickname is SPOILER ALERT!
Me: That’s what they called me in college!
Daughter: Why do I not doubt that?!
C: Let me guess- are you a third grade art teacher?
C: Oh, your friend showed me that picture of you with paintings of owls.
Me: So, it looks like something a third grader could do?
C: No, no. I just haven’t painted owls since I was in the third grade.…
Me: It was a class I went to, like a workshop.
C: So, what do you teach?
C: You have a PhD?
C: Hahahaha! Oh my god! and you paint owls?! I thought you’d be painting Reniors with an MFA!
-A moment of silence.-
Me: I don’t teach painting.
C: But that picture? You were in a classroom.
Me: It was a class that I took. I didn’t teach it.