Everyone got a written prompt and a pictorial prompt (see the charts below).
We rolled a 6-sided die twice, counting first across, then down on the chart of Kathleen Jenning’s fairy tale art chart. Then we rolled a 20-sided dice for a sampling from Kathleen Jennings’ “Girls Running from Houses” prompts.
Use them together to make something. It doesn’t REALLY have to be a novel! >.>
Christa Carmen 6-sided die roll X2, 3 across, 6 down: Locked Book 20-side die roll: 4
“The house has been infested by libraries and moths. The girl, like the false bride, dances alone.” Zig Zag Claybourne/Clarence Young 6-sided die roll X2, 3 across, 2 down: 20-side die roll: 6
“She discovers that the house collects trapdoors. But in addition, there is a legend of a brooding mannequin, who digs holes in the lawn and who slams doors.”
Dr. Kathleen Jennings 6-sided die roll X2, 5 across, 3 down: 20-side die roll: 8
“It’s all happening inevitably, just as she dreamed. One girl runs from the house; another arrives on a Tuesday, seeking peace and quiet.”
Jessica P. Wick 6-sided die roll X2, 4 across, 6 down: 20-side die roll: 15
“The girl was long ago contrary, and she will become sarcastic. She is goose-eyed; she is what the house dreaded.”
Mike Allen 6-sided die roll X2, 2 across, 3 down: 20-side die roll: 2
“In a thunderstorm, the girl is escaping the house. But the house longs.”
Kenesha Williams 6-sided die roll X2, 6 across, 2 down: 20-side die roll: 20
“The girl was recently restless, and she will become peculiarly gifted. An ancient tree curses fate in the garden.”
Juliette Wade 6-sided die roll X2, 2 across, 4 down: 20-side die roll: 5
“The house is beloved of death, and the housekeeper is lark-hearted, and the girl is star-tongued.”
Rob Cameron/Cameron Roberson 6–sided die roll X2, 5 across, 1 (stays): 20-side die roll: 14
“When she flees the house, she will wear the mark of the house. The girl, unlike the house, is hound-swift.”
Dr. Lisa L. Hannett 6-sided die roll X2, 4 across, 2 down: 20-side die roll: 16
The house labours to discover whether the girl is amenable. The girl was recently morbid, yet she will become stubborn. The feared translucent lady, who leaves ice on the counterpane, turns out to be the groundskeeper.
For You, The Chat 6-sided die roll X2, 5 across, 4 down: 20-side die roll: 18
“In the sickroom, the girl sings to herself. Even so, a beetle undulates in flashes of lightning. When the girl arrives, the house is beset by spiderwebs. Just before she leaves, it will be afflicted with mirrors.”
(I started this in June 2023, around the same time I was starting to think of Hags of the Thorn. Which meant I was thinking of Ballads from a Distant Star. Which meant I was thinking of Caitlyn Paxson. I don’t have a tune for it, but nor did I think it should just repine in my journal forever…)
Caitlyn, it’s been a long time Since the mines Since the days all of silver and ore My hair has gone gray And my hips lost their sway But you’ll still find me dancing On festival days
How have you been since that dawn In the dim When you stood in your black cotton dress? Saying “Clara, I loathe All this labor and load I’m longing to wander Our unquiet roads”
Caitlyn, you vanished from mountain And glen When you shook off the dust and the grime Like a knight on a hill Standing tall and so still And the mists rose to take you O wither they willed
Caitlyn, we’ve changed since that day That you left Our walls are of good solid stone The roads are all paved We’re no longer enslaved We don’t speak of silver Still less of the ways
Wherever you wander, O knight of the storms On your horse made of fog and of rain I’ve poured you an ale And stored many a tale And my door is ajar Should you ride through the veil
Should you ever return to your town And your friend With your banner of green and your sword Though you’ve passed into lore I remain, evermore Your Clara, who loves you From shore to the shore For shore to the silvery shore
Someone has been impersonating me on the BSKY app for months now. I just learned about it.
It’s under “CSE_Cooney,” with my face, my LinkTree, even the GoFundMe I ran for a friend in mourning.
But it is not me. I can’t report it because I’m not on the app, but several friends just did. Please don’t follow, and report if you can. It feels so gross.
Not in that newsletter, but something I did yesterday: I received and completed my copyedits for my story “Moons Over Sea” in the forthcoming Tanith Lee tribute anthology: Storyteller.
I LOVED WRITING THIS STORY. I love my demon Embrae, her four beautiful human brothers, their Fish Mother, and their Bread Mother. I love that thing about wishing wells. And that other bit about mills. I love the end especially. I CANNOT WAIT TO HAWK THIS ANTHO FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE. Embrae made me LAUGH OUT LOUD TO WRITE HER!
At the bottom of that newsletter, I talked about this sale at Solaris Books, but I’ll just post it here as a piece of good housekeeping: https://rebellionpublishing.com/sale/
The sale goes from today till November 4th! Saint Death’s Daughter is only $0.99, but look at all the other ones that are on sale.
I can PERSONALLY RECOMMEND: The Witness for the Dead, and The Grief of Stones, by Katherine Addison: set in her Goblin Emperor world. The third book is releasing soon! SO NOW IS THE TIME TO READ THESE INCREDIBLE FANTASY MYSTERY NOVELLAS!!! AAUGGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!
Here was my blurb for The Witness for the Dead:
“Is there anything greater than discovering a genius in our midst? Granted, I’m last to the Katherine Addison party, but this band is so swinging, I’m just glad to be here. I adored The Goblin Emperor, and Witness for the Dead—also set amongst the elves, airmen, goblins, and ghouls of that world—packs another lightning-fisted literary wallop. High fantasy, murder investigation, ghosts, gods, and the opera: it rocks all my hot spots. Addison lavishes her ardent readers with adventure, new friendships, invisible enemies, and rewards us with her uncommon depths, subtleties, and kindnesses.”
If you’re in the mood for a haunted house novel, there’s A Theory of Haunting. And if you’re in the mood for a haunted HAMLET novel, read The Death I Gave Him, which I got to blurb!
Welcome to Elsinore Labs, where talking to your murdered father’s ghost is the least weird thing a death-obsessed young man might do before embarking on a night of violence and mystery. For anyone who loves Shakespeare, a haunted-house escape room, and a plot full of tenderness, philosophy, brazenness, and terror—as well as the unexpectedly erotic—Em X. Liu’s The Death I Gave Him is the book you never knew you’ve always wanted.
I’ve not gotten to read A Broken Darkness or Beneath the Rising yet, but they’re both by Premee Mohamed, so I WILL. I mean. She’s just. I mean. Phew. I DID read her Siege at Burning Grass, not on offer here, but snatch it up anyway, would you? Here was my blurb for Siege, so you know I’m serious:
“I plunged intoThe Siege of Burning Grass knowing nothing except that Premee Mohamed wrote it. What more did I need? And yet, it astonished me. A colossal work of fiction and philosophy, Siege is something like Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind meets The Things They Carried by way of The Brothers Karamazov. I loved Alefret, Mohamed’s monstrous man of peace, instantly and wholly. I feared for him, I suffered with him, I raged alongside him, all against a backdrop of gorgeous and lonely immensity. I wanted nothing for days but to be reading this book.”
My friend Doc is reading The Twice-Drowned Saint. This is thrilling. I AM THRILLED whenever anybody reads ANYTHING of mine, and doubly thrilled if it’s one of those books that I uneasily think is “not for everyone.” (That’s pretty much all of my books.) (Not that ANY book is for EVERYONE.)
Don’t get me wrong. I adore The Twice-Drowned Saint. It’s the book about which my editor, Mike Allen, taught me one of my most useful phrases: “I stand by the work.” That’s hard to say. Harder to do. So many doubts. SO MANY DOUBTS. But I know… I know that I learned so much writing it.
Our gorgeous cover by artist Lasse Paldanius!
I know that it was, at the date it was written, one of my most ambitious structures. A novella that grew to be too big for its britches, but nonetheless still felt like a novella rather than a novel at 65,000 words. That liminal, boundary-defying darling. I know that I did so much research for it–about building with salt structures, about ice, about alpine rescue; I even interviewed someone who used to do it! Robert Peterson! The absolute darling! He read over the work and let me know what I needed to tweak.
My friend Magill, who knows everything about movies and the history of movies and about filmmaking helped me with some of the cinematic stuff. I structured every chapter as different shots of a camera, since the main character thinks in movies.
But I also think the work is dense. And maybe I let some threads fall? I don’t even know! Every time I read it I’m pleasantly surprised it’s not the mess it was just two drafts before. That’s the thing about final drafts. They’re not the ones that LIVE IN MY HEAD.
I am rambling. What I meant to say is: Doc is reading The Twice-Drowned Saint, and was interested in making a map of Gelethel. He asked me if I had one. I mean… I HAD one. I could almost remember it. The trouble is… which notebook is it in?
Thankfully, I’d digitized that one. So after a search for “Twice-Drowned Saint Notes and Cuts,” I found it, copied and pasted into that document! Thank you, past Claire.
The most glorious Phoebe Ashcroft’s fan art of Alizar the Eleven-Eyed from The Twice-Drowned Saint.
But in the search for that map, I found several others.
You all probably know by now that most of my stories, short and long, take place on the same world Athe. But depending on where you are on the world, and when you are in its time line, it’s going to have different rules, different gods, different ways of operating. If one whole continent, and the different countries on it, shares certain magical or religious beliefs, even with variations, it will operate more cohesively than a continent of scattered city-states that worship vastly different deities. Like, say, a city that, for example, is run by angels who went and murdered their god. (Ahem, The Twice-Drowned Saint.)
I didn’t intentionally do this when I started writing short stories. I just thought it was funny. Little secret giggles for myself. I didn’t think, twenty years later, there’d be interconnected novel worlds that I’d then have to justify to CLOSE READERS. Sorry, mi enjambre. I’m just not that awesome a tactician. More of a practical joker, but mostly playing jokes on myself.
Anyhow, I thought I’d share these bad maps with you. Because they’re hilarious.
Rough map of Gelethel
Yeah, I don’t know why I wrote “S” when I meant “E” for east, but that’s my scrap maps for you.
The city of Gelethel is diamond-shaped, but I made a square because that was easier on grid paper. I just turned it slightly so the top of the square was North.
And what is that shape in the middle? Is that the salt palace? What was I thinking? I probably made the map during an early draft anyway. Maybe things changed.
Map of Seafall, Drowned Lirhu, Doornwald, Amandale, etc… from Bone Swans, Dark Breakers, The Witch in the Almond Tree, my WIP Fiddle, and my short story in Uncanny Magazine: “From the Archives of the Museum of Eerie Skins, an Account.”
See Kywit’s Grove on there?
See the Six Realms in the Northeast corner? I don’t know that I ever call them the Six Realms in the Saint Death book, maybe because I kept thinking I’d SURELY come up with a better name if I tried, but then it didn’t become important because they’re not, at present in the Saint Death books, unified at all, but that’s where Liriat, Rook, Quadiíb, Damahrash, Leech, and Skakmaht all are.
See the bottom right–Southeast–that says “Eastern Bellisaar”? That’s where “Godmother Lizard” (Black Gate Magazine), “Life on the Sun” (Bone Swans), and The Twice-Drowned Saint take place. It’s also where, if I ever write it, Zilch: A Tale of Nea the Nephilim will take place. (Or was it “Nea the Knighter”? All I know is that the main title is called Zilch, and it’s about Nea, who makes a brief but important appearance in The Twice-Drowned Saint.
Speaking of the so-called “Six Realms” see below. (Dang it. Now I HAVE to think of a better name for that continent. Once it’s unified. I wonder when THAT happens in its long history? Does it ever become a democratic republic, do you think? Or a meritocracy, like Quadiíb?)
…But, look. I can read my own map (sort of). If you count Kalestis and Umrys-by-the-Sea, as well as LOWER Quadiíb, it’s more like NINE realms anyway. DO I ever count Kalestis? (I remember using Kalestis for SOMETHING, but maybe that was in a former draft, or a WIP. I shall have to do a search.)
In the Saint Death books, Damahrash is still sort of a Rookish satellite anyway. It would be considered part of Rook? Maybe Kalestis is formed later? And Quadiíb is thought of as just Quadiíb, at least by the Lirians, even though Higher and Lower Quadiíb are very different entities, governmentally speaking.
So I suppose it COULD HAVE BEEN six, and later in the timeline becomes nine. Or vice versa.
Why even, fantasy novel?
I don’t really sit here answering questions about the world until a certain stage in a given draft.
Except books are… cumulative. And one’s oeuvre becomes this great spiraling accretion disk, with yours truly as the black hole at its center.
At some point, for Saint Death’s Herald, I had to figure out how far the character could travel in a day, and what each square of the grid represented, mileage-wise. Then I had to answer the following questions: “How fast does an undead flying tiger rug fly?” “How fast does a dragon fly?” “How fast does a sky house fly?” LOL.
And, obviously (it’s just becoming obvious to me now), between the Bone Swans/Dark Breakers continent and the Saint Death continent, there’s not just those weird squiggle mountains, but also “The Glistring Sea.” It must be so, because I’ve written it in.
Seriously, smalls, don’t take these maps to heart. Like the pirate says, it’s “more what you’d call ‘guidelines.'”
But I’ll leave you with ONE LAST ONE. I didn’t end up using this one as much. It was EARLY Saint Death’s Herald draft for Witch Queen’s City, in Leech. In fact, my research led me to model it off Castellfollit de la Roca in Catalonia, but here’s the map before the research:
Early ideas for Witch Queen’s City, in Leech (now called “Taquathura” to be respectful to the skinchangers who live there).
Anyway. That’s all. I just wanted to share it with you. It’s funny… looking at them all together like that. These are scraps from ACROSS THE YEARS. I am very haphazard about this sort of thing. And only when someone like Anthony John Woo approaches me about adapting my world for his 5e D&D campaign, or Doc wants me to make me AN ACTUAL MAP do I start considering the notebooks and notebooks full of this stuff.
WE ARE DOING IT! WE ARE DOING OUR SPOOKY READING! NEXT TUESDAY NIGHT! 8:45 PM-10:30 PM EDT! Put it in your calendars, friends!
We are doing it on Twitch TV. You don’t even need a subscription to stream it! You can dip in whilst doing dishes and folding laundry! Wahoo!
Edited on reading date to add: Cass Khaw and Tonia Ransom had to bow out, alas! We wish them the very best night!
Reading order:
Christa Carmen Zig Zag Claybourne/Clarence Young Dr. Kathleen Jennings Jessica P. Wick Mike Allen Kenesha Williams Juliette Wade Rob Cameron/Cameron Roberson Dr. Lisa L. Hannett
Alas, I couldn’t come up with a better title than just “Spooky Reading” but, you know… VIBES.
Carlos and I will be introducing the authors, reading your their bios (with FLARE!), and telling you about the awesome stuff they’ve got going on.
At the end of each reading, we’re going to roll some dice, and use Kathleen Jennings’s amazing GOTHIC ART CHART and a list I created from her “Girls Running from Houses” gothic bot to give each author their own unique GOTHIC NOVEL GRAB BAG! That is: a visual prompt and a written prompt that they can leave with… just in case they need to go off right away and write (another?) gothic novel.
At the end of the night, we are going to give the CHAT their very own visual/written prompt as well.
THAT WAY WE CAN ALL GO HOME AND WRITE GOTHIC NOVELS TO OUR HEART’S CONTENT!
All of which to say… it’s time to MEET THE AUTHORS!
Mike Allen has written, edited, or co-edited thirty-nine books, among them his new horror collection, Slow Burn. His first two volumes of horror tales, Unseaming and Aftermath of an Industrial Accident, were finalists for the Shirley Jackson Award for Best Story Collection, and his dark fable “The Button Bin” was a nominee for the Nebula Award for Best Short Story. As an editor and publisher, he has twice been a finalist for the World Fantasy Award. Ruadán Books intends to publish Mike’s sidearms, sorcery, and zombies sequence The Black Fire Concerto and The Ghoulmaker’s Aria in 2025 and 2026, respectively. With his wife, Anita, he runs Mythic Delirium Books, based in Roanoke, Virginia. Their cat Pandora assists.
Kenesha Williams is an author, screenwriter, speaker, and Founder/Editor-in-Chief of Black Girl Magic Lit Mag a speculative fiction literary magazine. She has been a panelist and speaker at StokerCon, the Horror Writers of America convention; Boskone, the longest-running science fiction & fantasy convention in New England; ECBACC, the East Coast Black Age of Comics Convention; and BSAM, the Black Speculative Arts Movement convention. As an, essayist she has written for, Time Magazine’s millennial imprint, Motto, Fireside Fiction, and I Am Black Sci-Fi, among other publications. Kenesha is also a screenwriter who is in pre-production on a horror web series and a short horror film.
Kathleen Jennings lives in Brisbane and writes Australian Gothic fiction and fairy tales and illustrates other people’s books.
Check out her short story collection, Kindling, at Small Beer Press, her Redbubble page at tanaudel.redbubble.com, and this beautiful crowdfunder she contributed to as an artist: Elizabeth-Jane Baldry’s Great Oak Feasting Table.
Juliette Wade is a novelist who never outgrew the habit of asking “why” about everything. This path led her to study foreign languages and to complete degrees in both anthropology and linguistics. Combining these with a fascination for worldbuilding and psychology, she creates multifaceted science fiction that holds a mirror to our own society. She is the author of The Broken Trust books: Mazes of Power, Transgressions of Power, and Inheritors of Power, as well as short fiction found in magazines such as Analog, Clarkesworld, and Fantasy & Science Fiction. She lives in Australia with her Aussie husband and her two sons, who support and inspire her.
Lisa L. Hannett is an award-winning author of over 80 weird and whimsical short stories, five collections, and a mosaic novel. She’s an Associate Professor Creative Writing at Flinders University in Adelaide, where she writes and obsesses about Vikings, dreams about fantasy food, and dresses up in costumes.
Check out her latest: Fortunate Isles, nominated in the Best Collection category for the World Fantasy Award this year (and available in a beautiful hardcover edition!) as well as Viking Women: Life and Lore, available in bookshops everywhere in Australia, but only in ebook internationally.
Jessica P. Wick is a writer, poet, and editor. She co-founded Goblin Fruit with Amal El-Mohtar, a quarterly e-zine of fantastical poetry, and is a passionate advocate for the reading aloud of poetry and fiction. Her poetry has been nominated for the Rhysling Award and received honorable mentions in Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror anthologies. Her short fiction can be found scattered across the internet; recently, her novella “An Unkindness” appeared in Mythic Delirium’s A Sinister Quartet. Jessica’s experience as an editor runs the gamut, from full-length novels to short fiction, poetry collections to magazine articles, academic papers to audio works. She also reviews books for NPR.
Cameron Roberson, who writes under the pen name Rob Cameron, is a teacher, linguist, and lead organizer for the Brooklyn Speculative Fiction Writers. Poetry, stories, and essays, have appeared in Star*Line, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Foreign Policy Magazine, Tor.com, Clockwork Phoenix Five, and Apex Magazine. Daydreamer, his debut middle grade novel, came out from Random House in August.And his novelette Ice Like Honey comes out with Lightspeed magazine next year.
His stories and essays have appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Apex, Realm (formerly Serial Box), Galaxy’s Edge, GigaNotosaurus, Strange Horizons, The Year’s Best African Speculative Fiction, and others. In addition to being a Kresge Foundation Literary Fellow, Zig is a frequent speaker at libraries, conventions, and other learning institutions. zzclaybourne.com
Check out his new fantasy Breath, Warmth & Dream, featuring wraiths, witches, and beasts!
I was asked to be at a guest at the Orange Salon, hosted by editors Carina and Nike at theorangebee.substack.com, a fairy tale journal. They will be hosting salons for paying subscribers, and this was their first!
We did a Q&A and a reading, and then I ran a short “Infernal Salon” with our Negocios Infernales cards, “the Deck of Destiny.” Nike asked me as a sweet favor to sing them all a song on my way out, so I wrote a song based on my card draw. It’s a VERY simple melody, and I probably don’t stay on key, but I recorded it for posterity, and shall link to it below.
I do write songs occasionally in case any of you reading this don’t know that yet. You can find most of them here: https://brimstonerhine.bandcamp.com. My first two attempts at music-making are EPs: Alecto! Alecto! (retellings of women in myth), and The Headless Bride (monstrous women and sea chanteys). And then I made one album: Corbeau Blanc, Corbeau Noir (each song written for the backers who backed my EPs at a high level, so it’s kind of a hodgepodge.)
If I make another, it’ll be Ballads from a Distant Star, my collaborative sci-fi musical concept album. And then, who knows? Maybe the 6-episode musical podcast The Devil and Lady Midnight…
Pearl in the shell, foam on the sea Way-oh, the song goes How it has been, and how it must be Way-oh, and round she goes, round she goes, the world-oh
Rose on the thorn, moon in the sky Way-oh, the song goes All things are born, and all things must die Way-oh, and round she goes, round she goes, the world-oh
Kings for their crowns, dragons for gold Way-oh, the song goes Crows for their black, snow for its cold Way-oh, and round she goes, round she goes, the world-oh
Rise up and dance, rise up and sing Way-oh, the song goes Harvest in fall what’s planted in spring Way-oh, and round she goes, round she goes, the world-oh
Now is the dusk, now is the dark Way-oh, the song goes Now is the winter, teeth of a shark Way-oh, and round she goes, round she goes, the world-oh
Put down your work, come out and play Way-oh, the song goes Live in the light while still it is day Way-oh, and round she goes, round she goes, the world-oh
You may remember me writing “News of Great Sadness” a few weeks ago. This week, the friends and family of Howard Andrew Jones launched a GoFundMe to help defray the arduous and impending medical expenses of his multifocal glioblastoma.
Here is the link to the GoFundMe. Please spread the word if you can. Howard’s third book also came out this week, in his wonderful Hanuvar series–the first of which I got to beta read and blurb, even before his agent sent it out on search.
If you love episodic secondary-world fantasy with marvelous details borrowed from history and incredibly compelling characters, I think you’ll live Hanuvar like I do–and it would help his family (and do his sweet heart good) if you bought the book
(I hand-wrote a draft of this in my journal in February of this year, 2024; we’ll see what it turns into tonight)
(This is one of my fondest daydreams)
not so many years from now after retirement, before attenuation somewhere near water, but on a hill (above the floodplain, on the hospital grid) view of the sky, trees nearby post office, library with study carrels (and maker space) smoked fish at the grocery store (a zero-waste store) farmer’s market, night market, craft fair a festival for every season (and for idiosyncratic reasons) someone to lead foraging walks somewhere to host game nights a concert venue and a bookstore a place to dress up for a theatre, a park for outdoor movies near enough to bring you soup when you are sick near enough to drive you to the airport or emergency room where we can celebrate birthdays, have a bookclub monthly literary salons, poetry nights walks in the graveyard, walks by the shipyard bare branches with lights picnic in the grass when we’re up tea on the deck when we’re down no borders between us but zinnias and oyster shells no miles between us: walkable [him in his guayabera, arms spread wide: “bienvenido, mi amigos!” me in my ballgown, apron, and pocketknife our house your second home, your third place] and we will all have our gardens, our disasters and travel together, and signal from windows run into you randomly, walk you home part way borrow sugar, babysit, show up at need gift exchange, thrift shop, stress bake, create keep each other honest, exercise en masse age in place, gracefully see each other’s faces, as we fade like lace, every day