Some of you may not be aware of this but I also pen horror stories from time to time. I don’t “just” publish them.
I have a weird sort of problem with that combination. Writing & publishing. You see–if I decide to publish one of my own stories in one of the anthologies from H. Harksen Productions there are probably a bunch of people who will say that’s just the easy way of getting published. A sort of vanity publishing, since it is through my own imprint and with no second opinion to weight in if my story is really any good.
So I am sort of damned if I do, aren’t I? Publish it.
But what if I feel the story actually has merit for inclusion in one of my own publications? What if–yes, the vanity, the vanity–my honest-to-the-Old-Ones gut feeling sense of quality tells me a particular story is actually good enough to be included, eh? Of course, it will depend on the standard already laid out by all other stories to be included in the collection. But if it’s measured along those lines I am tempted to think that it is reasonable and acceptable for me to include such a tale, if it turns out to be good enough. Self-publishing or not.
I do not publish Lovecraftian (and the occasional other kinds of weird tales) to have an outlet for my own tales (believe it or not), I do it because I want to publish good, solid stories written by other, way more talented, writers.
But what if, by some odd chance, a story of mine turns out to be of an acceptable quality?
Rusty urban life; references to Nick Cave, the Bat Out of Hell universe and weird writers; bizarre murders and sex rituals in the shadows of looming, decayed buildings; drugs; dirt & smoke; estrangement and oddball friendships; nightclubs; people going crazy with blood running down their bodies and a call from the dark heart of the City itself beckoning…
Yeah. There is something there… Back to work on “Night Life” (working title).
First off, of course, I need to complete the story, hehe;-)