Spooky spooky

So my fantasy writing workshop is working on a horror segment right now... I've always wanted to write a horror story, but I've never been able to manage it right. Maybe I don't have the gift for intensity needed to really get someone scared.

My friend turned me on to H.P. Lovecraft... about the only thing I've read is "The Music of Enrich Zann." Which was fabulous - but not quite as entertaining as Neil Gaiman's interview about him.

My favorite bit: "It's pseudopod is reaching out for me! No! No!" I think writing a story that includes that line should be canon in all writing workshops. Things can only get better from there.

P.S.

...Ezra Pound = Hottie McHothot. Photo courtesy of AGM.

Oh, Today

Finished Other Voices, Other Rooms, after a ridiculously long period of trying. Couldn't get past that carnival scene. Maybe it's because I took a few day's break before Part Three, but it seems to me that Capote lost the thread of things in the home stretch. I couldn't make any more sense of it than Joel could during his fever. All in all, the end disappointed me. But that's mainly because I had high hopes for the beginning.

My favorite part is where Randolph describes his life with Dolores, and how she was more alive in her violent dreams, where she hunted him like an animal, than she ever was in the waking world. Note to self: beware lovely chicas who keep nightmare journals. If I led a more interesting existence, that would be more easily said than done.

Kitty's Got A Brand New Bag

Catcomeback lives! After a nine-month hiatus, I'm reviving ye olde blog. I'm not keeping to the "On This Day" form, either. I'm branching out into unknown territory... which basically means anything I want. Be prepared for crafty projects, literary musings, and whatever else I feel like.
XO, Mia.