Wicked Witch Boy and The Harvest

So my internet vacation has been productive so far. I managed to finish revising yet another book (an old novel I let sit in a dark corner for ten years) and it’ll be live maybe tomorrow on Amazon.

It’s called Wicked Witch Boy and it’s a young adult novel about a gay witch boy and his also gay sister. They live in a spooky castle on a hill and they live there alone after their parents’ mysterious death. I meant to mention this in the “dear reader” section but, yes. It was probably heavily influenced by Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle.  I can’t really remember though since — as I said — it was written over ten years ago.

I don’t write much horror, but I used to read as much horror as I did epic fantasy, so I do have one or two horror stories to publish. Wicked Witch Boy is a horror story because if it was a movie, I think it would be appalling — I mean, Tobias chops off some fingers when he’s first introduced and every other chapter is blood and gore.


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I’m not sure if that makes it really horror, though. Horror stories are horrifying,  and Wicked Witch Boy is more funny than scary (and it’s not even that funny, to be honest). Let’s face it: I just don’t know how to be scary. And I don’t think I want to. I do most of my writing home alone in the dark.

I’ve also been working on The Prince of Qorlec, Book 2 The Harvest. A new character narrates the second book — so far. I’m debating between doing multiple point of view chapters or just focusing on events through the eyes of one character.

For a long time I would play with multiple point of view, as it was fun to put on different voices and give the audience a fresh perspective. I love character driven stories where the narration focuses on the characters rather than the events. I love event driven stories too, but character driven is just more fun to write.

When I say “event driven” I mean stories like A Wizard of Earthsea, where the events of the story are more important than the characters, many of which have no names outside of titles. Like “the farmer’s wife” in Jim Henson’s The Storyteller, etc.

Well, that’s what I been up to. I’m still virtually avoiding talking to people — unless you’re a book blogger who is offering interviews, of course.

I’m also still hella pissed about Wraeththu — mostly because I loved Constantine for fifteen fucking years only to feel betrayed by the way she treated queer women in her work. Just can’t get over her adding lesbian tokens at the end as if to prove she’s not a fucking homophobe . . . Blah. Let me stop before I start ranting. I could get over it faster if Amazon didn’t keep showing me copies of Wraeththu and telling me to buy it. Ugh.