The anthology I've been so excited about has been published. Please excuse my cry of celebration. Woot!
The electronic version is out at Smashwords and amazon. Epub and print versions will be coming soon. From what I hear, Books of the Dead Press has put together a stunning book. I'm itching to get my hands on a copy. I've said it before and I'll say it again--there's nothing quite like seeing your stuff in print, on paper.
But, all vanity and aesthetics aside, it's the stories that really matter. And so far, Suspended in Dusk has delivered. I haven't finished yet so I'm going to wait to talk about favorites, but the first few have kicked things off right. I expect I'll like them all. There are 19, including mine.
The variety is excellent. I think that's a product of having such a versatile theme: last light, dusk, liminal spaces. I also know it's a real credit to the editor, Simon Dewar. He's done a fantastic job--so much so that none other than Jack Ketchum wrote an introduction for the anthology.
It also got praise from two other horror greats:
“Disquieting and at times terrifying, SUSPENDED IN DUSK shows that horror can, and should, have substance.” ~ Kaaron Warren, Shirley Jackson Award winner, and author of Slights, Mystification, Walking the Tree.
“SUSPENDED IN DUSK offers a delicious assortment of chills, frights, shocks and very dark delights!” ~ Jonathan Maberry, Bram Stoker Award winner and New York Times bestselling author of Fall of Night and V-Wars
I'm still pinching myself.
My story "Negatives" was inspired by the theme in two ways. First, I started to think about literal interpretations of dusk and changing light. Then I thought about doubling, borders, and time. Add that to my obsession with abandoned amusement parks and I had the makings of a story.
Here's a little preview:
"Remind me again why I'm out in the middle of nowhere at this ridiculous hour," Maddy said, wriggling in the passenger seat. She reached over and cranked up the music. The sudden thunder of bass shattered the relative peace of the countryside. A flock of birds took flight, bursting out of the tall grasses in blurry black clots. Their indignant cries were lost in the noise and wind.
Viv turned the volume down and said, "First--most people get out of bed before noon, so let's be real about the time complaint. Second--you insisted, remember? It's a twin's sacred duty, or something, wasn't that what you said?" She forced herself not to smile, kept her lips firm and set.
"Right." Maddy grinned. "I couldn't let you go off and have all the fun alone. I'd lose my claim as the evil one." She stretched and sighed like a cat nestling into a sunbeam's warm embrace.
"I don't think that's quite how it works," Viv said. She would have continued, but Maddy turned the music up again. It was an old tussle, one not worth fussing about. Viv concentrated on her driving instead. If she missed the turn, they'd never find their destination in time to catch the perfect light.
That's it for now.
If you've picked up a copy you have my sincere thanks. If you're thinking about it, I appreciate that too. And if you pass...I hope to catch you another time!
I'm busy writing, writing, writing and working, working, working.
I can live with that.